Page 10 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“It’s temporary.”

“It’s undignified, is what it is.”

Chance shakes his head slowly. “You sound just like him.”

“Who?”

“Aleks,” he says, his voice fading.

I glance down, content to be wrapped in plush grey cotton. My hair is wet but squeaky clean. My ass hurts less. I might as well get out. “I’m ready,” I tell Chance.

He turns to face me, his expression warm as he takes both hands to help me up. “One step at a time”

“Nice and easy, yeah I get it,” I quip in a bid to lighten the mood.

Our gazes lock for a single, devastating second. I’m well aware that I’m naked underneath this towel. I’m well aware of the last rolls of steam still rising around us from the hot bath. And I’m well aware of the muted tension between us. It’s something I can’t quite describe with words but makes me abandon my common sense altogether.

“You’ve got this,” Chance tells me. His voice sounds different.

Lower. Thicker. A shadow settles over the wild forests in his eyes.

And then I feel it slipping.

The towel.

Oh, crap.

His gaze drops. My heart stops.

“I’m so sorry,” Chance whispers, somehow mustering the strength to look up again.

“No, I… I apologize.”

“Nothing to apologize for, Anya.”

Yet I feel… rejected. I shouldn’t. He’s being chivalrous, but I see the desire in his eyes. It burns through me, too. He won’t act on it. The strength, the restraint, just makes him even hotter.

“Can you stand?” he asks, clearing his throat.

“Yes.”

“I’ll give you some privacy then.”

He turns away, but I cannot stand the sight of him walking away from me. Something screams at me from within, tells me I’m not skinny or pretty enough for a guy like him. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but it makes me angry.

“Wait,” I say and catch his wrist before he’s out of my reach.

Chance stops and turns as I pull him back.

I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. My wet, naked body crashes into him, and he catches me. All of sweet hell breaks loose. Control is lost. Both of our minds are lost as our lips meet, our tongues clash, and a ravenous hunger takes over.

He growls, and I feel his hard cock twitching against my belly.

“Anya,” Chance manages, but I don’t give him room to breathe.

I hold him close, my breasts pressed against his muscular chest, water still dripping and seeping through his green flannel shirt. He can’t resist. His hands roam up and down my back, fingers ultimately settling on my hips. They dig in. I gasp and pause to look up at him.

He can tell. Before I can hesitate, before I can say anything, he can tell.

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