Page 37 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"Oh. Neat." She straightens and rubs her palms on her denim mid-length skirt. "You ever thought about working at a garage? Or maybe starting one?”
I shrug. “Sometimes. But when would I have time for that?”
“Fair point. I just thought… you seem to enjoy working on cars more than working in the forest.”
I do, but Mitch needs help in the forest. And I have a feeling that this conversation we’re having is simply about her stalling.
She proves it with her next sentence. “Um… so there is also something else I wanted to talk to you about."
I nod. "Go ahead."
"Mitch offered me a job here as a housekeeper. And I wanted to know how you felt about me taking it."
"How I felt?"
"Yeah. I mean I know this was supposed to be temporary,but I could use the work. Still, if you want me to leave, I can."
I look at her like she’s crazy. "Why would I want that?"
She shrugs. "I don't know. I just get the feeling that maybe I make you a little uncomfortable."
Shit. She caught on to my weirdness. Even worse, I made her feel bad enough that she thinks I want her to leave. "You don't make me uncomfortable," I say.At least not in the way you think.
"Are you sure? Because lately, I feel like you're avoiding me."
I swallow hard, trying to find words that I don't have. "I'm not."
She doesn't look convinced. "Yes, you are Charlie. And I think I know why. Look it's fine, I'll just tell Mitch I can't take the job. I don't want to overstay my welcome and cause problems for you."
She's walking to the door as she speaks and I grab her wrist, getting to my feet and tugging her back.
But I miscalculated. Because the pull has too much force, she ends up spinning into a crash against my chest.
"Oh," she says, bracing her hands on my thundering heartbeat. "Sorry about that." A flush spreads across her cheeks, and her eyes meet mine.
And suddenly I can't resist anymore.
I capture her lips with mine, tasting her once and for all.
Fuck.
She tastes divine.
A little sweet and spicy, with hints of something sharp I can't put my finger on. I grow addicted to the taste, kissing her deeper, despite the warnings ringing in my mind.
I wrap my hands around the back of her neck, trying notto kiss too hard and devour her in one go. But after a moment of shock, she's the one devouring me.
She throws herself into the kiss, her arms around my neck as she consumes my mouth like a starving woman. She moans as she sucks my lips, and her tongue meets mine unashamedly. Desire swiftly overtakes any sense I have, and before I know it, I'm losing my mind, dragging her to the bed so we can make out more comfortably.
Damn.
I'm on top of her, filling my palm with her soft mounds, finding her engorged nipple under my thumb. She moans when I rub them, and moves restlessly underneath me, pressing her thighs together.
That subtle move reminds me…
There's one thing I need to do before this is over and sense returns.
I pull back, staring into her dusky eyes. She tries to follow me but I wrap my hand around her neck keeping her in place.
