Page 14 of Romancing the Mountain Man
I press my forehead to hers, grounding myself. I kiss her again, letting her know it’s a promise I plan to keep because I don’t know if we’ll have another night.
Chapter 12
Quinn
Iwasn’t supposed to feel this way, not after the breakup I had, and certainly not after needing to just get out of town. I was just hoping for a little bit of reprieve—a short time to regroup, to get my head straight, then go back home, feeling refreshed and ready to start new.
And then Luke happened.
We had the most amazing night last night. It was even better than our first time. And second. And third. We moved with each other like we had been doing it for years. We laughed about his lack of friendliness and reminisced about our pasts. We talked about things we wish we could do over, and things we’d never do again. He doesn’t regret moving away from the city and won’t ever return. I secretly played out living here in the woods with him, giving up my city life on a whim.
Instead, I stare at my phone, the screen lit up with back-to-back missed calls and a string of texts from my agent asking if I’m available to meet next week. She’s got a pending spot with a new publisher and wants me back to prepare for it. This is thekind of work I’ve been dying to land. The kind of work I left in the city, hoping would find its way back to me.
And it did.
I glance toward the door when I hear his boots climb the steps. The door opens, and the sun pours in. We stayed up until we heard the birds chirping, only to grab a few hours of sleep before realizing it was lunch time and not breakfast, ignoring that we had missed my last morning here by sleeping in.
I silence my phone, sliding it into my back pocket, step around my packed bags, and walk into the living room.
He doesn’t look at me. “Gorgeous day out.”
“It looks it.” I pause when he doesn’t respond. “Do you have cabins to take care of?”
“Just one left for the day.”
This small talk is awkward and nothing like how we’ve been. I want to ask him a thousand questions. I want him to say something, anything. Just one word.
Stay.
But he doesn’t.
He looks past me and walks to the bedroom, grabs my two bags, and brings them to the front door. “You headed back now?” he asks casually.
I nod, folding my arms tighter across my chest. “Yes. I had some clients contact me with just the kind of work I was hoping for.”
He nods back, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, something I want to believe is disappointment, maybe even regret. “That’s good. I’m happy for you. You’ve got a book to write.”
That’s it? I wait for more words to come, but they don't. “So, I guess this is it, then?”
He doesn’t meet my gaze right away. Instead, he looks out through the front door that is still open. “It was a good few days.”
“Yeah. It was.” I force a smile, but my throat is tight. “Let me know if the next tourist is as fun as me.” I try to make it a joke, but my voice cracks a little at the end.
He finally looks at me. “There’ll never be another like you.”
We both stand there in the silence, not moving. And I know if he reached for me, I’d stay. I’d risk it.
The tension between us builds, and that flutter in my stomach that he gave me on day one takes over. My common sense is out the window, and in its place is lust. I need him one more time. If this is all I get, I want one more hour with him.
And like he feels it, too, he steps closer, pulling my purse from my hands and placing it on the table. He takes my hand and leads me out to the side porch that overlooks the tallest mountain peak.
We don’t say a word as he pulls my sweatshirt over my head, revealing my lace bra. We don't say a word as we both kick off our shoes and step out of our jeans. He sits in the rocking chair in his boxers and pulls me on top of him. The air is cool, but the sun warms my back. The peace behind this cabin is incredible.
We kiss, and it becomes desperate quickly, like we both know our time is running out. He pulls the cups of my bra down, latching onto a nipple as I reach between us, pulling his cock from his boxers.
When I lift and slide him inside, his words sneak out in a whisper. “You feel like home.”
I close my eyes, cradling his head close to my chest, working my hips over his. He’s so incredibly hard inside me. His thumbs dig into my skin as he holds me tight. We build a momentum so hot and heavy, getting to our peak fast, but not wanting it to end.
