Page 30 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
A shower right now would be the perfect end to an imperfect day. The water would be hot, and the soap would feel good on my skin. Enshrouded by clouds of warmth-giving steam, I could wash away my sins. And who knew? Maybe I’d even keep a few. You know, just for funzies.
I was halfway to the bathroom when my phone dinged with an instant message.
You still up?
I froze in my tracks, and looked left. The message was from Jaxon. I’d just passed his room.
Shit.
I could lie, but he probably knew it was me. He’d heard me in the hall. A minute or two from now, he’d wonder why the shower kicked on.
Yeah. Can’t sleep.
I typed the message not knowing what else to say. It was true, I supposed.
Come to my room.
I blinked at the message, reading it twice.
Now?
His answer came back immediately.
Yes, now.
I swallowed, hard. Did heknow?If so, what would he say? And what in the devil’s flaming asshole could I possibly say back to him?
I stared at the phone as if demanding some sort of answer. Jaxon’s message stared back at me impassively, urging me to do something. There were no more blinking ellipses. No more messages forthcoming.
Fuck it.
Backtracking, I pushed his bedroom door open and slipped inside. For some unknown reason I closed it behind me.
“What’s up?” I prodded, as I turned around. “I was just—”
Time stopped. Everything stood still.
Holy fucking—
Jaxon lay on his back in the middle of his bed, his incredible, unclothed body partially illuminated by a ray of streaming moonlight. But it wasn’t his naked body my eyes focused on first. It was the enormous erection he was sporting.
And not just sporting, either. But gripping tightly in one huge hand.
No way.
His manhood was incredibly long and deliciously thick. So much so, that he probably needed two hands.
“I… I ummm…”
I stood there and watched, as Jaxon slowly stroked himself, top to bottom. His palm traveled the entire length of his shaft, which twitched in response to even the slightest touch.
At the same time, my own hands moved in tandem, completely unbidden, in a race to clap themselves over my mouth.
“Oh please,” he said simply. “Are you really going to pearl-clutch after what you’ve just been through?”
I didn’t know what to say, what to do. So I just stood there, my heart hammering away in my chest.
“W—What?”
