Page 7 of Mystery Mountain Man

Clint glances at me with worry and then digs through the contents of his backpack. He pulls out a dark green bundle and walks over to me.

"You need to take your clothes off." His cheeks redden when my eyes widen in surprise, and he hands me a wool blanket and what looks like a thermal long-sleeved top. "Put this on. I won't look."

Any sexy comment I have dies on my lips as our fingers touch and electricity shoots down my hand, all the way to my toes. I look at him startled, and Clint pulls his hand away quickly, returning to set up the make-shift camping site.

I discard his jacket, laying it neatly across the old workbench against the side wall. There is no way it will dry out anytime soon. Even waterproof material is no match for that kind of downpour. Shaking, I bend to unlace my boots, struggling to pull off my soaking wet socks, skirt, and panties. My sweatshirt makes a loud plopping noise as I drop it to the floor. I'm still shaking hard as I fail to get my hands into the dry shirt. I hop up and down a few times to banish the numbness from my fingers, and I blush, realizing I'm naked in the same room with a man for the first time in my life. A man I'd really like to see naked as well.

Does he want that too?

I glance over at Clint as I wrap the blanket around my lower half and swallow hard when I realize he's already removed his wet shirt.

Oh. My. God.

He's bent over, surveying our supplies. His pants are still on, and I bite my lip when I spy the two dimples at the top of his butt. I want to run my fingers over them. A tattoo wraps around his sizable upper bicep, but the rest of his body is completelyfree of ink, emphasizing the prominent hills and valleys of his incredible muscles.

He looks over at me, and I turn quickly, getting my arms into the shirt and turning back to face him. He's unzipped my purple sleeping bag, laying it down like a little mattress inside the tent, and he's now fluffing out his much warmer looking sleeping bag to use as a top blanket. As he stands up, his mouth falls open when he sees me. His eyes dart away and back again, as he tries not to look at my chest.

I glance down at the fabric stretched tightly over my full breasts, my hardened nipples on erotic display. If only embarrassment could provide actual warmth, I might be able to salvage this into a sexy moment, but I've never been this cold in my life. And I can't think of anything less sexy than having sex with a snowman. Or woman, in my case.

I walk toward him stiffly, rubbing my hands vigorously over my upper arms as I try to get some warmth back into them.

"P-please tell me this s-s-shirt doesn't f-fit you?" I ask, my teeth still chattering.

He shakes his head quickly, his gaze meeting mine, and my breath catches as I finally understand what the phrase "hungry eyes" means. He looks like he wants to devour me. I swallow hard.

"No, it doesn't fit me. I grabbed the wrong one to test." Clint grits out and then shakes his head. "Um, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a creep, but body warmth really is the best way to get warmer in this situation." He reaches into the front of the tent and pulls out two small packets, shaking them slightly. "These are warming packets, but we should probably save them for later if the temperature continues to drop."

I nod, staring at his chest and back up to his eyes. "Are you going to take your pants off?"

He blushes. "They're soaked, so yes. Unless you want to get wet again."

Too late. I bite my lip as a rush of desire coats the top of my thighs from his unintentional double-entendre.

My heart beats wildly as I walk directly in front him. So close, my nipples brush against his bare chest and he groans. "Take off your pants, Clint," I whisper, staring up at him through my lashes, and then I unwrap the green wool blanket from around my waist and hand it to him. The top he gave me is a slightly longer tunic cut, but it stops right at the tops of my thighs. A shiver goes through me, and I close my eyes briefly. Then, I turn to the little tent. I crawl into the bed he's made, giving him a great view of my bare ass, and pull the covers over the top of me.

I stare up at the bright pink roof of the tent, listening to the rain and shaking uncontrollably, as I wait for him to decide what he's going to do. Then, I hear the zipper of his pants and the soggy mess dropping to the floor. It's only a few seconds before the tent shakes as he maneuvers his naked body through the small opening and crawls up next to me.

Sighing, I turn into him, letting him wrap his arms around me as I place my head on his chest, my teeth chattering against his skin. He's freezing cold, like an ice block. I wrap my arms around his waist, running my hands up his back as he squeezes me back tightly.

"Try to slow your breathing. We'll warm up soon. Give it a minute." Clint's voice is thick, and it only takes me a moment to realize why.

Clint either has a flashlight in his pocket, or he isveryhappy to see me.

Chapter 5

Clint

I try to angle my cock away from Mimi, but skin to skin contact is the fastest way to warm up, so I simply give in, pulling her as close as possible as I continue to harden against her luscious thigh. The view of her bare ass as she climbed into the tent is permanently cemented in my brain, and my cock wants me to do something about it. Now.

And yet, we are both freezing. Honestly, I should be proud of my cock's gumption, considering cold weather does not usually work in our favor.

Mimi sighs deeply, burrowing into me as she seeks out my body heat. I close my eyes, breathing in her scent, a mix of mountain air, soft citrus, and something I can't quite place. A something I suspect is unique to her.

"Tell me about your t-tattoo," Mimi says, her teeth already chattering less than they were a few minutes ago.

I clear my throat. "My brother and I got matching ones when I turned twenty-one." I move my arms down and wrap them around Mimi's waist, and her little sigh makes my cock jump.

"Is it a deer?" Mimi asks, her forefinger tracing the design on my upper bicep.

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