Page 7 of Hiding with the Mountain Man

He obediently shoved them back up on his shoulders, then put a hand on each hip, posing like before. Except this time, he didn’t look off to the side. This time, he stared straight at me.

“What about you?” he asked.

My eyes widened. Things were getting warm between my legs. I’d describe it more explicitly in one of my books, but when it was real life, it wasn’t so easy to even think those words.

“Whataboutme?” I asked.

“You’re wearing an awful lot of clothes. I’m assuming in your books, the women get naked even before the men do.”

I frowned at that. “Actually, they do. I never thought about it. Why would that be?”

In asking that question, I might be giving away a little too much about my lack of experience. But the question seemed to stump him initially too.

“Because a true hero puts a woman first,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I wanted to protest. I didn’t want him covering up even an inch of that beautiful body.

“You mean, she has an orgasm first?” I asked.

I couldn’t believe I’d actually used the “o” word in front of a man. But just saying the word made my heart rate speed up. Was it possible I could eventually get comfortable saying anything I wanted in front of this man?

Definitely possible.

“In every way,” he said. “But especially in the bedroom. I’m sure the men in your romance novels are like that too. The woman comes, then the man.”

“Sometimes two or three times.”

My voice sounded even hoarser now. This conversation was doing things to me that went beyond anything I’d felt before. Yes, I’d gotten wet down there, but I’d never done anything about it.

This was more of an ache that needed to be satisfied, though. And there was only one man who could satisfy it.

I took a deep breath and gripped the hem of the fire department T-shirt I still wore, jerking it upward and over my head. Only then did I remember I’d worn my ugliest bra. I’d come here for shelter, not to bang a hot firefighter.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

His hands had fallen to his sides, and I wondered if he was resisting the urge to touch me. Maybe that was why he’d crossed his arms in the first place.

If he was trying to hold back, he shouldn’t. I wouldn’t stop him.

I took another step toward him as I reached behind me to unfasten my bra. “There’s something you should know about me, though.” I began lowering my bra straps with trembling fingers.

His eyes were on my chest, but they lifted to my face. “What’s that?”

“I’m a virgin. I’ve never done this before.”

5

WYATT

How long did I stand there, staring at Mina? She was topless in front of me, but the words she’d said had me shouting to stop. Turn back. Run away from this.

I’d sworn I wasn’t going to get involved with a woman until the kids were older. Sleeping with a virgin would make it hard to walk away.

Who was I kidding? I didn’t want to walk away. Any plans I had were now out the window. I had to find a way to make this woman fit into my life. She was meant to be in my life. I’d never been surer of anything.

“How is that possible?” I finally managed to ask. “You write romance novels. You’re gorgeous. I don’t understand.”

I was probably saying all the wrong things, but the thoughts were jumping from my brain past my lips. There didn’t seem to be a way to hold them back.

---