Had I been a fun diversion for a stormy night, something sweet and close at hand? Or had there been something more between us?

Hesitantly, I sat down on the couch next to him.

West opened his mouth, but shut it again before words came out.

Then he smiled sheepishly and took my hand.

“What’s going, West? Is this the moment you declare you actually do have a girlfriend that you forgot about last night?”

“No. Nothing like that. I…”

Words had come easily to him before now, so I wondered what was on his mind.

Finally, he managed to say, “I want to see you again. When you call your friends, you’ll get swept back up in your own world and maybe you won’t have time for me, or you’ll think what happened last night was a mistake. I need you to know that it wasn’t a mistake for me. I… I think I like you, Mia.”

Heat flushed on to my cheeks.

“You like me?”

“Damn, that sounds like something a boy in fourth grade would say,” he rumbled. “What I mean is, Ireallylike you. I’dlike to spend every minute of your vacation with you. I kind of… don’t want you to go home.”

The intensity of his gaze showed me how sincere he was being.

I tentatively reached out and took his hand, my soft skin sliding against the roughness of his. With a tiny smile on my lips, I said, “I haven’t forgotten what you said about marriage last night, West.”

“You’re talking about the pussy joke I made?”

Nodding my head, I said, “Yeah. They say there’s a kernel of truth beneath every joke.”

An easy smile landed on his lips. “Let’s work on date number two before we walk down the aisle, Mia.”

I grinned back, then kissed him quickly. “Okay, big guy. I think I can clear my date schedule for the week every day except tomorrow. I’ve got a spa package booked with Kaitlyn.”

He looked delighted about that. “Fair enough. Are you going to call your friends now and let them know you’re safe? I think I’ll hop in the shower real fast while you talk to them.”

I was torn. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to my friends.

Me:I’m alive! Stop the search party. I got stuck at the lake. Met a mountain hottie. I might be in love! I’ll call you in an hour. I need to go have shower sex now.

Then I said, “Can I join you?”

“In the shower?” West’s eyes lit up. “Yeah. Of course.”

He led the way, and it wasn’t five minutes later that I found myself soaped up and naked, pressed against the wall as West pounded me from behind.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, you feel so good,”I moaned as he showed me just what kind of man he was. The kind of man who could make me sing to the heavens. He was a horny devil. He’d fucked me six times since last night, although one of those times had felt suspiciously like making love.

This was no love-making session, though. This was a soaped-up hungry fuck. The kind I always imagined when I was pleasuring myself in bed late at night. But this time, the mountain man muscles were real, and they were attached to the sexiest, hunkiest, sweetest man I’d ever met.

He thrust himself into me on repeat, a rhythm to his hips that felt more sensual than machine-like. Almost like we were engaged in a dance of some sort. One where he led, and I followed.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come,” I cried out as I slipped my hand down between my thighs. I didn’t need the extra help from my clit this time… but Iwantedit.

He grunted and moved into overdrive, practically lifting my feet off the floor of the shower with each of his thrusts. My breasts slid across the shower wall with each movement. How could I make it so this was what I felt for the rest of my life? I was addicted to the pump of his cock in me.

As he kept thrusting, he gently nipped my neck and growled out, “This is how I make you mine, Mia Brentley. You’ll be back in Chicago thinking about this mountain cock, daydreaming over it. Then, before you know it, you’ll find yourself on a plane back to Arkansas. You won’t be able to stay away.”

West was nuts. We’d known each other for two days, but it was like he was reading my mind. Because I’d already fallen for him, too.