Page 3 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
“I… also rented this cabin for the next week,” she says, crossing her arms over her large chest.
“They must have double booked. The lady said that her husband usually handled things and he’s been sick the last few days. She seemed a little… overwhelmed.”
“We should call them. They can get everything figured out.”
“They’re closed now,” I tell her and she lets out a deep breath.
“Perfect,” she mumbles and I have to agree.
She is perfect. My eyes take her in, scanning down her curvy body. She’s easily a foot shorter than me, but if I ever get to kiss those soft pillowy lips, then it would be worth whatever crick in my neck or other pain that I might experience at having to reach them.
My cock hardens in my jeans at the sight of her curves and my mouth waters. Images of the two of us naked, sweaty, and wrapped around each other flash behind my eyes and I clear my throat, trying to keep some of the blood in my head.
She’s wearing a soft long sleeve T-shirt that clings to her large breasts and my mouth waters at the sight of the soft mounds. I know that they would fit perfectly in my hands. She’s wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants that are molded to her legs and I want to send a personal thank you note to whoever invented those things.
“What should we do for tonight then?” she asks, and I clear my throat, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.
“We could both stay here,” I suggest and she eyes me.
I grin at her, and she tries to hide her smile, but I still see it. I can tell that she finds me charming, but she’s not going to let me get my way that easy. I don’t know how she could miss this connection between us but she didn’t accept my marriage proposal, so I’m guessing that she’s going to need some more time before she’s ready to admit that we’re meant to be.
I’ve got all the time in the world to show this girl that we’re meant to be. I don’t have a job or anything waiting for me. I haven’t had to work since I was in college.
I invented a tool my senior year at Michigan State University. It was a new part for farm combines, a piece that cut down on harvest time by a third and I made my first million before I had even graduated.
Since then, I’ve gone on to invest in real estate and a few other businesses and apps. I’m more than comfortable and I can’t wait to give my girl the world.
I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Being rich is pretty boring. I can do whatever I want, go wherever I want, but it doesn’t mean much if I don’t have someone to share my life with.
I didn’t even know that I was looking for someone, but when I walked in here and saw my dream girl, everything just clicked. She’s what’s been missing for me. She’s what I need to be happy and fulfilled. I can feel it.
Now I just need to get my girl on the same page.
“I’ll even take the couch,” I say and she looks from my six-five body to the tiny couch.
Even I wince when I see how small the couch really is. There’s no way that I’ll fit on that thing but I would gladly do it every night if it meant I got to spend more time with my dream girl.
“I wanted to be alone,” she finally admits and I nod.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I ask again, and this time I get an answer.
“Camden Michaels.”
“I’m Amos. Amos Briggs.”
She nods and I can see her studying me, trying to measure what kind of man I am.
“I’m not a creep or a murderer. You’re safe with me,” I promise her and her shoulders relax an inch, but I can see that she’s still on the fence.
“Isn’t that what a crazy psycho murderer would say?”
“I wouldn’t know ‘cause I’m not one,” I reply and she smiles slightly.
“Do you have proof of that?”
“I can show you my truck and luggage. There’s no dead body or knives or anything.”
“Hmm,” she hums under her breath.
