Page 13 of His Wood Her Fire

Fuck.So good.

“Goddamn, Slick.You taste so fucking good.You taste like home.”

“You do too, Bo.Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what, Slick?”

“More.I need more.”

Fuck.Yes.

I did, too.And I was going to give her everything she asked for and more.I had no choice now.I touched her and everything in me was screaming that this felt too good not to be right.

“Hold on,” I commanded and picked her up off the floor, dragging that robe off her body.

“Where are we going?”

“The bedroom.”

Chapter Five-Gloria

Hot.Burning.Flames.Writhing.Rising.Heat.

My whole body felt like it was on fire.In truth, I’d felt that way ever since I laid eyes on my big, sexy mountain man of a neighbor.

I didn’t think they made those in New Jersey, but apparently,and gratefully, I was wrong.

“Mm.Your skin is so fucking soft, Slick,” Bo said, his grumble doing marvelous things to my needy body.

Big hands cupped my ass as he carried me to the bedroom, and fuck, if that didn’t make me even wetter.

It had been a long time since I had a man’s hands on me, and never in my recollection had one carried me across a room and just tossed me on the bed like he couldn’t wait another second to get me there.

I gasp.

He growls.

“Are you sure?”I asked, pressing my thighs together and taking in his enormous and perfect physique.

We don’t match in this way.The man is outside every morning chopping wood, for fuck’s sake.He is thick everywhere.Muscular and built.He could be the cover model forMountain Man Magazine, if such a thing existed.

As for me, well, I am decidedly not that.I am short.And plump.Fat, some would and have said.

I’m forty, not twenty.

It was true.Thegirlshad seen better days, but the way he looked at me right then had me forgetting all my self-doubt and worries over whether Bo thought me good enough for him.

“Yeah, Slick, I’m sure.”

His voice was impossibly deep.The tone designed to make women drop at his feet the second he uttered a syllable.

Truth was, I didn’t stand a chance at denying thismutualattraction, for lack of a better word.

Because it felt bigger than that.More powerful.Heavy, that was the word.This whole thing felt heavy.

I watched, mouth open, eyes wide as he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt from the back of his collar, then he pulled it up over his head.

“Holy shit,” I said aloud.

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