Page 10 of Untamed Mountain Man

I turned around and reached out. Nothing but water. Feeling ridiculous, I moved forward, hoping my fingers would make contact with Macy. And that had nothing to do with wanting to win this game. I couldn’t give two shits about this game.

I wanted to touch her. I was wandering around naked in what was basically an ice bath on the off chance I might get to run my hands over those curves at the end of it. Yeah, it had everything to do with touching her.

The slosh of water told me she was moving around. It also told me exactly which direction she was going. Or maybe it wasjust that I was so tuned in to her every movement, she couldn’t pull one over on me.

I turned and began walking in the direction of the sloshing water, arms outstretched. Did I look as goofy as I felt? Probably. And here I was, trying to impress this woman. So much for that.

Finally, I came to a stop, giving up as I heard water sloshing in a different direction. I called out, “Marco!” just to see what would happen next.

Silence. Then an extreme water slosh. Then a shriek.

My eyes popped open, and I turned toward the sound. Macy was pushing her hair back, eyes closed, but she wasn’t struggling like I’d expected.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, starting in her direction.

Her eyes popped open, then closed again as she wiped water out of them. “I went underwater. I thought it might help lower my body heat enough to make this comfortable. It didn’t work.”

“Do you want to get out?” I asked.

I was a little disappointed I wouldn’t be able to touch her as part of the game. Only now did I realize just how intense this need had gotten to touch her.

“Yeah, this probably wasn’t a good idea,” she said, her gaze flicking to the shoreline.

She started walking, using her hands as oars to move herself along faster. Even when she got to the shallower waters, she didn’t stand. She walked in a crouch.

It took me a second to realize she was being modest. She didn’t want to parade around naked in front of me.

“My eyes are closed,” I said, slamming my eyelids shut. “You can grab your clothes and get in the truck and get dressed. Let me know when you’re comfortable with me coming out.”

“No, it’s okay,” she said. “You can look.”

I opened my eyes. As if to prove her point, she’d shoved herself to her full height.

“Holy shit,” she said. “How is it possible it’s colder out of the water?”

I wasn’t sure. My body had suddenly warmed up, and I still stood in the ice bath. Her body was beautiful. The curves of her hips, the generous round ass I wanted to grab. It was all straight out of my fantasy, but even better than I’d imagined.

“God, what I wouldn’t give for a big, thick towel right now,” she said.

“Towel” was not what I thought was going to be at the end of that. It just proved that my mind was solidly in the gutter.

Shaking my head at my guy-ness, I started walking, the water reaching my thighs in seconds. She was busy scooping up her clothes, and I told myself to feast on her body while I could. Any second now, she’d be covered up again and it would all just be a memory.

She might want a towel, but I wanted a view of the front of her more than anything else. That would be left to my imagination.

By the time I reached shore, she had all her clothes in hand, but she wasn’t making a move to put them on. She stood next to the front fender of the truck, watching me as I emerged.

The chilly water probably hadn’t done my cock any favors. I didn’t dare look. I didn’t cover it up either. It was what it was. And if she wanted to see it hard again, all she had to do was lower those clothes. My body’s response would probably be immediate.

I swooped up my underwear but didn’t bother with the rest of my clothes as I continued toward her. Instead, I headed straight for the driver’s side of my car and opened the door, putting on my underwear and then getting in and starting it up so I could blast the heater. She still stood awkwardly at the front bumper, so I got out and closed my door.

“It might take a few minutes to warm up,” I said. “But it’s still a little warm in there from before if you want to climb in.”

“Should I get dressed?” she asked, looking down.

“Your body’s still wet,” I said. “It might be better if you dry off a little.”

“Okay, I’ll just stand here,” she said. “I don’t want to mess up your seats.”

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