Page 8 of Snowed in with the Mountain Man

“If you’re not comfortable, we can stop.”

She shook her head even more aggressively this time. “I can’t put my hand inside my panties. I’m not wearing any. I took everything off.”

This woman was naked? God, what I wouldn’t give for her to stand up right now so I could see that beautiful body. All in due time.

“I thought I was supposed to focus on my clit,” she said. “Is that what I’ve been doing wrong all along?”

She was still looking at me, and I couldn’t tell whether she’d done as I’d directed or not. Damn this water. But maybe it would make her feel comfortable enough to touch herself in front of a guy who’d been a stranger just hours ago.

“I want you to see how wet you are,” I said, my voice husky.

She gave a slow nod, then looked down. But she immediately made a face that was far from sexy. More like she was concentrating on something.

She looked up at me. “I can’t tell if I’m wet. Too much water.”

That was a good point. I knew my way around a woman’s body, but I didn’t know how hot tub water would affect lubrication.

“How does that feel, though?” I asked.

The water sloshed again as she wiggled around a little, that mouth scrunching up again in that way that was already becoming so familiar.

“I don’t know.” She returned her stare to my face and knowing she was looking at me while doing that made me harder. “I guess it feels a little weird.”

I moved my hand along my shaft slowly—mostly to calm it down, but it did the opposite. “Okay. Withdraw your finger and move it to your clit.”

She looked down again, this time shyly. I took her silence to mean she was doing as instructed. There was no other way to tell from here.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “That feels good.”

She still had such a casual look on her face, it was impossible to tell if she was enjoying what she was doing or not. Soon, though, her eyelids got heavy.

“Okay, so I just move it back and forth?” she asked.

“Is that what you were doing before when you tried?”

Her eyes widened and I was worried that I’d killed the mood. But she looked over to the left again—to that spot she seemed to focus on when she needed to think—before returning her gaze to my face.

“I guess it was. The difference is that this time, I was already turned on.”

“You were already turned on?”

It was worth killing the mood for that. These were words I wanted to hear.

“Yeah, I have been since meeting you. You feel it too, right?”

Our eyes met and held. I nodded.

“I feel it too. Almost from the second I saw you.”

And that was no lie. But that initial jolt had been pure physical attraction. The more time I spent around her, the more it became about feelings, not lust.

Oh, yeah, that wall around my heart had completely crumbled. It was gone. But only for her.

6

CAITLYN

I’d never done anything this exciting. Not in my entire life. Not only was I touching myself while sitting naked on a bench inside a hot tub with a man I’d just met, but I’d told him straight out that he turned me on.

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