Page 6 of Mountain Man Book Boyfriend's Holiday Treat

“Take the gloves, Ash. I don’t need them. I tend to run a little hot. I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about you and I’ll feel better if you wear them. Please.”

Dammit! Why does he have to sound so damn sweet and gentle and kind.

I expected a rough, rugged mountain man like the ones in the books. A man’s man. A man who would throw me over his shoulder and then across a bed to take what he wants.

A man that makes my breath puff out heavier when I read the naughty bits of my favorite books. My favorite author writes themost deliciously naughty men in her books and I’ve devoured them like they’re fine wine or the finest of steaks.

I’ve been half in love with quite a few of them except for the fact that they don’t exist. But that’s also why I decided to do this thing.

I take the gloves and nod my head. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.”

He nods his head that’s at least a foot higher than my head. “That’s fine. Just follow behind me. And make sure you step where I step. There are some pretty deep holes out here. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He pauses and then says quickly. “Maybe I should carry you.”

I shake my head vigorously. If he puts his fingers onto my skin I’m gonna combust.

“I can walk. Let’s go though. I’d really like to get the hell out of this mess. I feel like I’ve been out here for hours.”

He nods his head in the dark beanie. “You got it.” Then he turns away and abruptly turns back towards me. “I’m really happy you’re alright and you’re here. I’m just sorry that your holiday is gonna be all messed up.”

“What do you mean?” But he turns back around and the only reply I get is the howling of the wind.

I follow along behind him, a little startled when he reaches out his hand again. But I slip mine inside his bigger hand, swallowing when I realize how big he really is.

I’m not a shrinking violet but this guy is so big. I feel dainty next to him and normally I’ve got too much padding on my body to feel tiny compared to any man.

But this guy is huge. And I feel safe with him.

So safe that I don’t even realize that we’re passing wild animals the whole way home.

I don’t realize a blinking thing except that my hand feels right in his and I’ve never felt safer and more happy than I do right atthis moment with this giant shadow of a man leading me to his home. The snow whirls around us and I don’t give a damn.

I think that I’d do anything or go anywhere with this guy and not even second-guess the overwhelming urge to stay with him.

I’m starting to think that there’s more going on here than just a date. And that takes my breath away more than the ice-cold air freezing my lungs on each breath.

I’m not sure I’m ready for whatever comes next but I’m gonna enjoy whatever ride I’m on.

I don’t get the happily ever afters but happy for now? Maybe that I can have.

Just a little taste of something good. That’s not too much to ask.

CHAPTER 5

Reese

As soon as the door closes behind her, she starts to strip out of her coat and outer wear and as every curve is revealed, I can feel my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth, my dick surging in my pants like it’s raring to go and my whole body flooding with want.

I can’t believe first shot and I’ve got the woman that I know is meant to be mine. She pulls the hat off her head and her soft, light brown curls fall down her back, a little wet and tangled but still so damn pretty that my fingers tingle with the need to touch the silky length. And when she looks up at me? Her eyes are the softest, smokiest gray. Like the color of cooled ash after a barbecue.

I snort to myself. A poet I am not. But damn she’s beautiful! Her cheeks are pale but with a delicate pink tinge to them when she glances down and wrings her hat in her hands. There are freckles across the landscape of her cheeks and dainty little nose and I want to trace them with my lips, following them right down to the full, pouty pink lips that beg for a man’s touch. My touch. Not just any man’s.

Because if I catch another man making eyes at my girl I’m gonna hurt a fucker bad. Real bad.

“Go ahead and get comfortable.” Take off all your clothes and curl up in my lap, maybe.

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of watching her figure revealed out of my head. I can’t say stuff like that or she’s gonna run screaming back out into the night.

I turn around and head for the door. “Go take a shower,” I say roughly. “I’m gonna see if I’ve got enough wood for the fire on the porch. I may be gone awhile.”

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