Page 4 of Mountain Man's Curvy Girl

His hand drops from the wheel to rest on his thigh, and I can’t help but notice the way his jeans stretch over thick, muscular legs. Everything about him is solid, and way tootempting. I force myself to look away, focusing instead on the frost that’s starting to cover the windshield.

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Ethan

Chloe’s nervous. I can see it in the way her fingers clutch that damn blanket, how her beautiful eyes dart everywhere except at me. She’s been driving me fucking crazy from the second she stepped inside my truck.

I shouldn’t be looking at her like this—shouldn’t be noticing her plump lips, or the sliver of smooth, golden-brown skin at her collarbone. She’s so close I can smell the sweet scent of vanilla that always clings to her, and it’s taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself.

“You cold?” I ask.

Her breath hitches every time I move. She’s not cold—she’s nervous. And I’m making it worse.

“No, I’m okay,” she replies, but the way her voice shakes tells me otherwise.

I lean closer, and her eyes meet mine, wide and unsure. For a second, neither one of us speaks. The only sound is the wind howling outside and the low hum of the heater, but it’s not enough to drown out the thunder of my pulse in my ears. I stop the car.

“You don’t have to be scared of me,” I whisper.

She shakes her head. “I’m not scared.”

I reach out, my hand brushing against hers as I adjust the blanket. Her skin is so fucking soft. The contact sends a jolt straight to my cock. Chloe doesn’t pull away, and for a moment, I let my fingers linger, testing her reaction.

She swallows hard, her breath catching as her eyes dart to our hands. “Ethan…”

The way she says my name—soft and shaky—is my undoing.

Chapter 5

Ethan

I don’t pull away. I can’t. Instead, my fingers tighten over hers, holding her hand in place under the blanket. Fuck! Her skin is softer than anything I’ve ever touched. And I fucking love our size difference—how small her hand feels in my huge paw, how easily I could wrap my fingers around her wrist and hold her down.

“Chloe,” I murmur, her name rolling off my tongue rough and gravelly, thick with the weight of everything I can’t hold back anymore. She looks up at me, her wide brown eyes locking with mine, and I see it—it’s just a flicker of something under the nerves. But it’s clear as day. Want.

I lean closer, and she doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. The truck feels smaller, the air thick with the scent of her—vanilla and something fucking addictive. All woman. All her.

“You’re trembling,” I growl out.

“I’m not,” she whispers, even as her hand shakes under mine.

I chuckle low in my throat, shifting closer until there’s barely a breath of space between us. “Liar.”

Her lips part, her breath catching as I let my hand slide up, brushing over her wrist and along her forearm. Her pulse is frantic under my fingertips, and I can feel her body heat even through the layers between us.

“Ethan…” Her voice cracks. She’s not scared. No, she’s leaning into me now, her shoulders relaxing as her chest rises and falls in quick breaths.

“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my pulse.

She doesn’t.

Instead, her gaze drops to my mouth, and that tiny, hesitant movement is all it takes to break my restraint.

I close the distance between us, my lips crashing against hers with a ferocity that startles us both. She gasps, and I take advantage, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her—sweet, soft, and every fucking thing I didn’t know I needed.

She melts against me, her hands clutching the front of my jacket as if she’s afraid I’ll pull away. Not a chance, baby girl. My hand moves to cup the back of her neck, angling her head so I can deepen the kiss, claiming her fully.

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