Page 3 of Hiding with the Mountain Man

We could be naked in no time, me positioned against this desk, him entering me from behind as he grabbed onto my breasts.

Holy crap. I’d been writing too many steamy things lately. I could picture it vividly in my mind, and in my imaginings, I wasn’t a virgin.

That wasn’t the reality, though. He couldn’t just plunge into me like he did in my imagination. No, he’d have to go slowly because it would be painful. There might even be bleeding. Or so I’d heard. It’s hardly the stuff romance novels were made of.

He held pants, a T-shirt, and even some red suspenders. The funny thing was, he wasn’t wearing suspenders. Or even pants like the ones he was holding. He wore the Rosewood Ridge Volunteer Fire Department T-shirt, but he’d paired it with jeans.

“I’ll be right back,” I said with a nod as I reached out for the stack of clothes.

My hand brushed his hand during the transfer and warmth spiraled through me, going straight to the area between my legs. I’d written about this so many times in my books—this zing of electricity between two people—but deep down I’d always believed the real thing would never be like that.

I was right. It wasn’t like that at all. It was a thousand times better than I’d described.

I was almost grateful to slip from the room so I could catch my breath. I’d come here to feel safe, but suddenly my heart felt anything but. I could be majorly crushed if this guy didn’t feel the same attraction I did, and that might be worse than my deranged fan tracking me down.

3

WYATT

My lesson plan had us touring the fire station first. It was going nothing like I’d expected.

First, I’d planned to be leading at least a half-dozen people around. I’d also assumed crew members would be everywhere. Instead, nobody was here. We had the whole place to ourselves.

But the biggest surprise was my student. How was it possible Mina made even the firefighter uniform look hot?

“So how do we start up the lights and sirens?” she asked. “Or would that be too noisy?”

We were sitting in the front seat of the fire truck, and I’d shown her everything I could think of. The truth was, being so close to her made it tough to teach. My plan was to get her back to the classroom before I gave in to this urge to kiss her.

“You press the switch for the lights,” I said, reaching over to show her. “If you want sirens, you hit this one.”

She watched me as I spoke, and I swore her gaze drifted to my mouth a few times. Was she thinking about kissing me?

“It’s pretty noisy, though, especially in this small garage,” I said.

One corner of her mouth twitched upward, and she tilted her head slightly. “I’m not afraid to make a little noise. Are you?”

The combination of her words and her expression went straight to my dick. Blood rushed to that area, and I tried to make myself think of something else.Anythingelse.

I did not need a hard-on right now. Not when I had to stand up in front of her in our conference room after this tour was over.

“Not at all,” I said.

She ripped her gaze from mine and, with a smile, pressed the button to activate the lights, then the sirens. Even though I was prepared for the noise, I nearly jumped out of my skin when sirens began blaring. I just hadn’t expected it to be so loud. It was clear that I was especially jumpy right now, and she was the reason.

After a few seconds, she flipped off the lights and siren and asked, “What else can you show me?”

I showed her around the fire engine, suddenly aware of my erection painfully pressing against my zipper. I just hoped it would conceal it. It wasn’t very professional to have an erection in front of your female student. She might even claim harassment.

“Do we get to use the hose?” she asked once we’d stepped out of the fire truck and I was showing her the ladder and storage areas.

Her question made me aware of how close we were standing. Had I done that or had she? I couldn’t even remember how we’d gotten this way.

“Not this first lesson,” I said.

She smelled amazing. A light, fruity aroma. Was it apple? I couldn’t quite place it, but it made me want to pull her into my arms and hold her there.

“I was thinking my couple could have relations on the fire truck somewhere,” she said. “Maybe up there.”

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