Page 19 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Mountain Man

And then we’re kissing again, my hips rocking against him, my covered pussy ghosting over the bulge in his jeans. It’s only enough friction to tease, nothing more.

The house is quiet save for the crackle and pop of the fire, the howling wind outside, and our labored breaths as we kiss and kiss and kiss. Logan’s big hands are everywhere. Sliding up and down my back, tangling in my hair, squeezing my ass and hips, teasing up my thighs, tracing the undersides of my achingly heavy breasts.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “Such a good kisser.”

“I have a good teacher,” I say, and he chuckles darkly.

He hold my head in place as he gently nips at my lower lip with his teeth, then traces his tongue over my lips before diving back inside my mouth, where he sucks on my tongue.

I’m just about to start begging for more, when two things happen in rapid succession.

First, my stomach lets out the loudest, hungriest growl of my life.

Second, the wind gusts harder than before, and the lights flicker before the power goes out entirely.

Eight

Logan

My girl’s stomach growls with hunger just before the lights flicker and then go out. The storm is raging outside, snow pelting the windows and obscuring even the road. If we weren’t stuck here before, we definitely are now.

I brush a gentle kiss against her swollen lips. “Let me see if I can get the generator going.”

She nods and slides off my lap. “Okay.”

“And then we’ll get you fed.” I stand and adjust my aching cock, then start pulling on my coat.

She glances down at her stomach, her cheeks a little pink. “Sorry. I haven’t eaten today.”

That makes me frown as I check my watch. “Kaylee, it’s late afternoon.”

She swallows, looking down at her twisted fingers. “I know.”

I frown, but then finish pulling on my coat. Generator first. Questions later.

I head out into the storm, and the wind is so fierce that it seems to be sucking the oxygen right out of my lungs. Thereisn’t much snow falling now, but this wind is hell, blowing it so intensely that it’s like a wall of white out here. Holding my arm in front of my eyes to cut the wind, I make my way to where the generator sits, about fifteen feet behind the house. According to the fuel gage, it’s about half-full. Everything’s switched off, so who the fuck knows how long it’s been since it was last turned on. Mentally crossing my fingers, I turn the fuel valve on, turn on the choke, and flip the engine switch. Then I grab the recoil cord and give it a strong tug. The motor sputters, but doesn’t catch, so I try again. It takes another two pulls, but finally, the generator comes to life. I watch for a moment, still shielding my face from the snow and wind with my hands, and when I’m satisfied that everything is running as it should, I head back into the house.

My breath catches at the sight of Kaylee, as it always does, but especially now, knowing that her hair is a mess from my hands, her lips swollen from my mouth. Because she’s mine. Because miracle of miracles, this girl wants me, too.

I thought I was going to die of happiness when she told me she had a crush on me. Feelings for me. And then I thought I was going to die again when she told me she was completely untouched. I don’t fucking deserve her, but I swear on my life I’m going to try to. Every single day, I’ll try to be worthy of Kaylee’s love. Kaylee’s trust.

“You got it working!” she says with a smile that lights up the room.

“Lucky there was gas in it.”

“Lucky you knew how to turn it on.” She crosses the distance to me and then smiles at me shyly. “What a sexy, capable mountain man you are.”

I bark out a laugh and haul her against me. “What would you like to eat?”

“There’s a lasagna in the freezer that we can eat for dinner. And there are some crackers and chips, but the shelves aren’t exactly stocked.”

We round up the chips and the crackers, and I find an unopened bag of trail mix higher up where she wouldn’t have seen it. I grab that along with some granola bars. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do to keep her fed until the lasagna’s ready.

We head back into the living room with our food, where Kaylee spreads a blanket on the ground in front of the fire. I set the bowls down in the middle of the blanket and then quickly change my mind, placing them near the top. I don’t want anything between me and Kaylee, not even something as insubstantial as a bowl.

We settle onto the blanket, lying lengthwise and facing each other, heads propped up on our hands. I’m rapt at the way the firelight dances over her skin, making her look angelic. Ethereal.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, sliding my hand over her hip an letting it rest there. Her cheeks go a little pink, and I watch for a moment as the light dances over her hair, catching the subtle auburn highlights and making it look like something out of a painting. “So. Why haven’t you had anything to eat today?”

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