Page 5 of Icy Mountain Man

I said nothing as I retrieved the bowls from the cabinets and the garlic bread from the oven. As I served us dinner, she poured our glasses of water and two mugs of tea.

We said nothing as we ate, her soft mumbles of how delicious it was such a turn on.

I loved watching her enjoy my food. Her smiles, her pleasure, fuck what was happening to me?

When I opened my door, there she stood, wet, cold, and in desperate need of my help. Part of me wanted to slam the door in her face.

The other part wanted her in my bed.

And I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to resist for much longer.

CHAPTER THREE

Posey

Ford looked like he walked off the front of a book cover. He was tall, towering over me by at least a foot, with wide shoulders and defined muscles. Tall, dark, and handsome easily described him, as he fit the look of a mountain man through and through. Like a big teddy bear, his arms looked as if they could swallow me whole.

Dark brown shaggy hair fell over his even darker brown eyes, and his thick dark beard made my thighs squeeze together involuntarily. As if I couldn't control my own body around him.

He was a tad grumpy, but sometimes solidarity did that to a person. I wasn't afraid to learn more. In fact I craved it.

Maybe it was my therapist background, but I wanted to rip his brain open and explore deep inside. Figure out his inner workings and learn why he was the way he was.

But for now, I'd enjoy being in his presence. And also being warm and full.

“Your soup is delicious. I tried a recipe like this once. Didn't come out near as good.”

“The secret is to mix in some Italian sausage.”

“And the ricotta cheese topping. I left that out.”

“Can't ever leave out the cheese.”

“Why don't I clean up since you were so kind to feed me?”

“I got it.” Ford stood and grabbed the bowls before I had a chance. I watched his sexy muscles flex as he cleaned quickly.

“Do you have a truck?” Posey asked out of nowhere as she sipped her tea.

“Yeah, why?”

“I was thinking I should get back soon. Maybe I can head out in the morning. The rain seems to have slowed down.” She nodded toward the kitchen window. It's true the rain did slow, but I doubted it would be safe to go out by tomorrow. The clean-up crews weren't that fast around here.

“The problem is the cleanup. You won't make it very far down the mountain with tree limbs blocking the roads.”

“Shit, I didn't even think of that. You know, while it's really pretty up here, the city is much more convenient.”

“Yeah, if you like to breathe in pure smog and deal with assholes all the time.”

I chuckled. “Well, you certainly have an opinion there.”

“Nothing can take me out of these mountains. They're home.”

“Have you lived here all your life?”

“No. I grew up in southeast Massachusetts. Small, snobby town. Couldn't wait to leave. After floating around for a while, I came here to visit and never left. Now I work and live on the mountain, which is all I need.”

“Do you ever get lonely?”