Page 11 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly, meeting his eyes. “I didn’t mean to…well, no, okay. I did mean to do that, but my intention isn’t tokidnapyou.”

“What would you call holding someone against their will?”

“Um…an opportunity to review all of the houses we’ve looked at because John said if I don’t sell you one, like, today, he’s going to fire me and then I’m not going to be able to pay my rent and I’ll be homeless and…and…” I suck in a gasping breath.

Oh god. I’m crying. Hot tears streak down my cheeks as I clench and unclench my fists.

“I won’t have anywhere to go,” I say, my breath catching in my chest. “I’m…alone, and…and…I’m desperate. So, no. You can’t leave until you sign the papers to buy something.”

“Kaylee,” Logan says, his voice a quiet growl, and when I look up at him, all of the anger in his expression has vanished, melting into something softer. He’s looking at me with a tenderness I don’t deserve, considering what I’ve just done. “Baby, don’t cry.”

He moves towards me and suddenly I’m in his arms, nestled against the hard wall of his chest. I suck in a shaky breath, pulling the delicious scent of him into my lungs. He smells like forest and snow and fresh wood. Like leather and warmth and man. Instantly, I know I want that scent all over my skin.

“Don’t be nice to me,” I say, my voice coming out in ragged sobs. “You’re my hostage. You’re supposed to be angry at me.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t. You stole my truck keys and chucked them into the pines during a snowstorm. But I can also see that you’re upset, so hostage or not, I’m here for you.”

Despite my better judgment, I find myself pressing my face against him, snuggling into his solid warmth. I take several deep breaths, settling myself. After a moment, the tears stop.

I melt into him, letting my shoulders relax because for the first time in a very long time, I feel safe. I feel like everything might be okay. Even though I’m the one holding him here against his will, I need his comfort.

“I kidnapped you,” I snuffle against him, and he chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through me. “You’re stuck here because of me. And I feel bad about that. But as soon as you sign offer papers on any of the houses I’ve shown you, I’ll go find your keys.”

“You think you’re going to find them in that?”

I turn my face and look out the windows to see nothing but a wall of white. In the few minutes since I ran outside, the snow has gotten heavier and thicker. It’s coming down in fast, dense flakes, sticking to everything it touches. A gust of wind blows, rattling the trees and sending flakes swirling against the windows.

“I’ll go and look for the keys now before it gets worse. You can have them back when you sign.” I start to pull away, but his grip tightens on me, keeping me in place. Not that I mind.

“You’re not going out in that, baby. You’re going to stay right here with me. We’re warm and safe in here, and we can wait out the storm.”

Lucky for us, this place is furnished, and the owners are out of town. They mostly use it as a mountain getaway, not a full-time residence, according to their realtor.

“I’m sorry, Logan. I’m sorry for doing this. I hope you know that.”

He slips a hand under my chin and tilts my face up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “No more apologies. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be right now.” He sighs, smoothing a hand up and down my back, and heat pools low in my stomach. He probably wouldn’t be touching me like this if he knew how much it was turning me on. If he knew I was imagining what those hands would feel like on my breasts. Between my legs. “I’m a very willing hostage,” he adds, a huskiness in his voice that has my toes curling.

I need to get a grip. Clearly I’m losing it. I tossed his keys away in a snowstorm and now I’m getting all horny because his hands are on me.

“Are you?” I ask, snuggling into him and soaking this up while it lasts. Because soon, he’s going to pull away and I want to remember every single detail, from the feel of his hands on me, the press of his body against mine, to the scent of his cologne and the fabric of his shirt against my cheek.

“Mmm,” he rumbles out, his chest vibrating with the sound.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, because I do feel bad. I showed him a side of myself that I’m not proud of. The impulsive, desperate side. My face flames as I think about just how crazy I must’ve looked.

The wind blows harder outside as Logan holds me, and the power flickers, just for a second.

“What do we do now?” I ask, rubbing my face against his chest. He lets out a soft grunt that makes my neglected clit throb. I want to rub myself all over him, like an affection starved cat. I can’t remember the last time someone hugged me like this.

It’s been…years.

He lets out another low chuckle. “You’re the kidnapper. You tell me.”

“I don’t know,” I say, an impatient bite to my words. “I didn’t exactly plan this out.”

With a sigh, he pulls back. “Why don’t you see what the food situation is while I grab some firewood? I saw a pile out back. Figure we’d better get a fire going in case we lose power. Do you know if this place has a generator?”

“Yes, it does. No idea if there’s gas in it, though.” I swallow and take a step back, already missing the heat of him against me. “Don’t run, Logan. You can’t…don’t run.” I’ll lose everything if he does.

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