Page 5 of Smoldering Mountain Man

Ryerson placed me down on one side. “Would you like a t-shirt to sleep in? Something more comfortable?”

More things that smell like him? Count me in!

“Sure, thank you.”

“And you can get under the covers. That is, if you think I’m clean enough.” Another wink from the sexy mountain man. I was ready to combust, my ankle pain a dull memory in this moment.

I watched as he grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser against the far wall, a large flat screen TV hanging on the wall above it. Every ripple of muscle in his arms were on full display and I nearly drooled watching him do the most basic of tasks. Not to mention how good his ass looked in those tight cargo pants he wore.

He walked over and handed me the shirt. “I’ll give you some privacy to change.”

“Thank you.” He disappeared into the attached bathroom, closing the door behind him. Which reminded me. I needed to pee.Bad.

Quickly, I pulled my tank top off and unclasped my bra, tossing both onto the floor. I sniffed his t-shirt like a crazy woman before sliding it on, the soft fabric caressing my bare skin.

I looked down at my shorts. I wanted them off but how could I manage that? See, I knew I couldn’t be left alone.

“Is it okay for me to come out?” Ryerson called from behind the door.

“Yes.” I answered.

When he walked out, my mouth almost fell to the floor. He changed into a tight t-shirt and gray sweatpants, very noticeably without any underwear on. The v line was almost visible and without realizing, I licked my lips, desperate for his pants to slid right off.

I tried to hide my blush, tried to look away, but it was no use. I was caught red handed.

“My eyes are up here, sweetie.” Ryerson growled, his eyes dark and intense.

“I need to pee.” I blurted out, ignoring his words. “Can you help me?”

Ryerson chuckled. “You got it.” He walked over and helped me stand, letting me use him as crutches as we walked to thebathroom together. “I’ll help you get those shorts off and sit, then I’ll step out. Just holler when you’re done.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate all your help. I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you enough.”

Ryerson helped me out of my shorts without once looking down. A true gentleman. He slipped down my panties and helped me sit.

This was NOT the way I pictured him seeing my panties for the first time…

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” Ryerson said before leaving me alone. While I did my business, I tried to cool my cheeks off with my hands, but it was no use. This man had me all hot and bothered.

When I finished, I managed to stand up and pull my panties back on with one hand, the other resting on the counter for balance. I kicked my shorts to the side with my good foot, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands. “All done.” I called.

Ryerson helped me back to the bed, this time lifting the covers off for me to slide inside. Not without placing a pillow under my ankle to keep it elevated. He hurried around to the other side and got in beside me. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Not particularly.” I faced him, tucking my hands beneath the pillow.

“Okay. We can lay here until we doze off, then.”

I yawned. “Why do you like the outdoors so much?”

He snickered. “I thought you were tired.”

“I may have acted just a bit.”

Ryerson looked shocked. “What?” He couldn’t contain the laughter in his voice.

“A hot, sexy man was taking care of me. Why the hell would I wake up from such a nice dream?”

“You are something else, Marcella.”

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