Page 12 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

He takes a step towards me, his dark eyes glittering as a smirk pulls up the corner of his lips. “What are you going to do, Kaylee? Chase me through the snow? Tie me to a chair?” He steps right into my space. “Cuff me to that big bed upstairs?” His voice takes on a gritty timbre and it makes me shiver.

I might be the kidnapper, but even I’m not delusional enough to think I have any control in this situation. Logan’s over a foot taller than me, and probably a hundred pounds heavier.

“If I have to.”

He grins at me, and suddenly it feels like we’re flirting. Are we flirting? I have no idea.

“Think about which house you’re going to buy while you’re out there. I have all of the papers in my bag.”

His gaze travels up and down my body, making my nipples bead and my clit throb. “And what if I go right to the cops as soon as we’re out of here?”

Yes. This definitely feels like flirting.

I reach for a confidence I didn’t know I had. “Who’s going to believe that little old me kidnapped you?” I blink at him, and the corner of his mouth tugs up in an enticing way.

Before I can move, he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering along my jaw and sending sparks dancing over my skin.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

My mouth falls open as I scramble for how to react to that, but before I can remember how to speak, Logan pulls away, slips on his boots and disappears outside.

I head into the kitchen, and thankfully, it doesn’t appear to have been too long since the owners were here, as there’s plenty in the cupboards. I find tea bags and put the kettle on, figuring I might as well be a hospitable kidnapper. As I wait for the water to heat, I peruse the kitchen. The fridge is pretty empty, but I find canned soup, pasta and unopened sauce in a jar, potato chips, instant oatmeal, and some crackers in the pantry. Not bad.

I open the freezer and find a frozen lasagna, ice cream, and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.

Okay. The selection is limited, but at least we won’t starve if we’re stuck here until tomorrow.

Next time I kidnap someone, I should really plan further ahead.

The thought is enough to have laughter bubbling out of my mouth. I’m unhinged. I’ve gone from blisteringly angry to crying to cuddling and flirting to laughing. Who am I?

I brace my hands on the counter and take a couple of deep breaths while the kettle heats up. I still can’t quite believe the turn things have taken over the past fifteen minutes. I trapped Logan here with me. On purpose, sort of. He’s right. I’m a kidnapper. He could have me arrested.

And yet…I don’t think he will.

I can’t stop replaying his comment that he’s avery willing hostage. That I’mfucking perfect. What does that mean?

The kettle starts to boil, so I find two mugs and make us each a cup of tea.

If someone had told me that this was how my day was going to go today, I would not have believed them.Hey, Kaylee, before the sun sets, you’ll have kidnapped your client and forced him to buy a house. But don’t worry, he’s a willing hostage, so it’ll all work out.

Will it? Even if he signs the papers, he could still back out of the sale. But maybe the signature would be enough to save my job. Enough to keep a roof over my head.

Worry tugs at me, but I push it aside when a snow-covered Logan stomps back inside, his arms full of logs. Snowflakes cling to his dark hair, and his nose is red from the cold. He toes off his boots by the back door, then heads toward the fireplace in the living room. I can’t seem to take my eyes off his broad, muscular back as he crouches down and sets to work getting a fire going with expert ease. I love watching him move, the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath his clothes. And now I know what’s beneath those clothes. Well, beneath his shirt, anyway.

I’d nearly swallowed my tongue at the sight of Logan chopping wood shirtless yesterday. All that skin, all those muscles, covered in a fine dusting of dark hair. Before bed, I’d touched myself to thoughts of him, that chest, those arms, moving above me as he fucked me hard and deep, making me scream his name as I thanked him for making me feel so good.

I watch as Logan pushes up his sleeves, rearranging the logs in the fireplace.

He’s so strong and capable. So big and smart and confident.

He’s honestly perfect in every single way. I don’t even mind his grumpiness. It suits him.

Within minutes, a fire is crackling merrily in the fireplace, which is a good thing, because a strong gust of wind outside has the power flickering again.

I pick up the two mugs of tea and square my shoulders, taking them into the living room. Logan takes his with a small smile.

“My, what civilized conditions you’re keeping me in.” His tone is dry, but I can see a flicker of humor in his eyes.

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