Page 7 of Enticed By the Mountain Man

She bites her bottom lip. “Really? How long does that kind of thing normally last? I don’t want to impose on you. Is there a motel nearby I could stay?”

Of course her first instinct is to minimize any inconvenience to me.

I smile softly. “I appreciate that you’re worried about imposing, but no, there aren’t any motels on this side of town. And it’s my fault you’re here in the first place. The least I can do is host you. Are you hungry? I was thinking of making some dinner.”

At that moment, her stomach rumbles, and she blushes. “I was going to say I’m fine, but my stomach just betrayed me.”

“It’s settled, then. We’ll have dinner, and then I’ll put you up in the spare room. I was worried about you driving home in the rain at night anyway.”

“I’m sure I would have been fine normally, but I’m not one to risk driving in floodwaters.”

“As you should be. While I’m cooking, would you like to take a shower? There’s an ensuite off the guest room you can use. I always keep it stocked with linen and toiletries. Oh, and I’ll get you something to sleep in. Just a moment.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to go to all that trouble…”

“I promise it’s no trouble,” I say, heading for my bedroom. I open my closet and stand there for a moment, wondering what would make her feel most comfortable. She’s much smaller than me, so anything I give her will be oversized.

I pick up a white T-shirt and carry it back out, handing it to her. “Hopefully this is okay.”

“It’s more than okay. Thank you.”

I point down the hall. “The guest room is down there on the left. Take your time.”

“Thanks again.”

She disappears, and it takes all my restraint not to follow her. What I wouldn’t give to be sharing that shower with Carrie right now.

I sigh. I’m normally confident with women, but it’s different with Carrie. We’ve worked together for three years, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.

If I told her how I really felt, there’s a chance she’d leave.

And I don’t think I could handle that.

FIVE

Carrie

Justin’s guestroom is beautifully furnished. I wonder if he did it himself or hired someone to do it for him. The bed has a cream quilt with sage green accent pillows and a peach-colored throw. The bedside lamps are also pale green, and the bedhead is a plush beige.

A large window on one side of the room looks out to the lake, and the rain creates a cozy atmosphere. A ceiling fan rotates lazily above, casting a gentle breeze over my skin.

I make my way to the ensuite, which contains a free-standing tub and a large shower with one of those attachments that makes the water fall like rain.

I’m tempted to make use of the bath, but I don’t want to keep Justin waiting for dinner, so I strip off and step under the shower. There’s a window in here too that looks outside, but in the direction of the pine trees. I’m not a particularly modest person, but it does take a moment for me to relax. If Justin was to go outside for whatever reason, it would definitely change our dynamic. It’s pretty hard to maintain a professional façade when you’ve seen someone naked.

And then I think about how I’d react if Justindidsee me right now. Before today, I think the idea would have been terrifying, but now… I don’t know if we somehow crossed a line when I arrived at his house. Or when I tended to his injuries. I’ve never seen him anything but neutral.

Until now.

I’m reminded of that one time I saw him in a towel at the office, and what would have happened if it had fallen to reveal…

I shiver. What is with me today?

I press the button on the body wash dispenser, and the scent of lemongrass fills the bathroom. I slowly soap my breasts,feeling my nipples harden under my palms. And then I massage the slippery gel over my belly and onto my thighs. My fingers creep toward my pussy, and I trace gentle circles, telling myself that I’m just showering. But I can’t help myself, and I start rubbing a little faster, inserting a finger and sliding it in and out.

Oh God. What am I doing right now?

I imagine Justin just on the other side of the door, and what would happen if he opened it right now to see me here, pleasuring myself.

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