Page 6 of Her Mountain Rescuer

I hold the sleeping bag open for her, and after she’s comfortable, I ease in behind her, her back pressed to my chest, the fire warming her front. The fire crackles and hisses, casting a warm glow over the small cabin. I wrap an arm around Hailey, pulling her close, and she shivers against me. I’m careful to keep my hips angled so that she can’t feel how hard I am for her right now.

“Your skin is like ice,” I murmur, and I rub my hand up and down her arm, trying to generate some heat.

“I’m already feeling warmer,” she sighs, curling into me, and holy hell, does that feel good. She’s so soft that the feeling of her pressed against me, her skin against mine, is heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

I can feel every curve of her body pressed against me. Her skin is so soft. So smooth. My palms tingle with the urge to run my hands over her hips, her thighs, her perky tits. But I don’t. I lay still, wondering how hot and wet her pussy would if I touched her there. I close my eyes and imagine rolling her onto her back and kissing her, slow and deep.

I’ve never wanted to fuck someone the way I want to fuck my best friend’s daughter right now. A woman I’ve known since she was a baby. A woman who’s twenty-four years younger than me.

Fucking hell, I have tattoos older than her.

I force my eyes open. No more fantasizing while holding an almost naked Hailey. I’m already so hard it hurts. I can feel mypulse throbbing in my dick, and I have to take a deep breath to try to calm the hell down. I can’t think about how much I want her. I can’t think about how incredible her skin feels against mine. I can’t think about how much I need her. This is about keeping her warm and safe.

Hailey shifts, dislodging my arm, and my mouth goes dry as she starts to take off her bra.

“What are you doing?” I ask roughly. She doesn’t answer, just tosses her bra out of the sleeping bag and then starts wriggling. Oh, fuck. She’s taking off her panties.

“They’re still wet. It’s annoying and cold.”

“Okay,” I manage. What am I supposed to say to that? Leave on your uncomfortable, cold, wet underwear for my sake?

I watch as her panties emerge from the sleeping bag and hit the floor, and then she’s curled against me again. Completely, utterly naked.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I grit my teeth, using every ounce of willpower I have to ignore the feeling of her soft, bare skin against mine. Trying to ignore the way her ass is pressed against my stomach. Trying to ignore the way my cock is weeping in my boxer briefs.

But then she shivers again, and without thinking, I wrap an arm around her again. We both go completely still as my forearm grazes her hard nipples. I can’t see them, but I can sure as hell feel them. God, I want to roll her over and take one into my mouth, sucking and licking and kissing until she’s a writhing mess beneath me.

But I can’t.

Is it possible to be in both heaven and hell at the same time? Because I think I am. Having Hailey’s naked body curled against me is the most torturous thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I let my hands trace over her arm, her hip, her thigh, telling myself that I’m just monitoring her body temperature.

“Feeling a bit warmer?” I ask, clearing my throat when my voice comes out like rusty nails.

She nods. “Yes. Thank you.” She turns slightly, making my arm brush over her breasts again. I have to bite back a groan. “Seriously. Thank you. You saved me.”

“You know you can always call me for anything. Whatever you need, I’m yours,” I say, which is apparently the wrong thing because I feel her stiffen in my arms. Something flickers in her eyes, and then she turns away again.

I have the sudden, intense feeling that I fucked up, and I don’t know why. But there’s a tension simmering in the air now, and I don’t like it.

I need to get us back onto safer ground, for a multitude of reasons.

“Remember when you were little, and you’d come hiking with your dad and me?” I ask, my voice low. I’ve chosen my words deliberately, to both lighten the mood and remind myself of who Hailey is to me. She’s my best friend’s daughter. She’s practically my niece.

I can feel her breath against my arm, and when she shifts, her naked back brushes against my bare chest. My dick throbs, my balls aching.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice soft. I’m relieved to hear that she’s not chattering or slurring anymore. She’ll be okay, as long as we stay warm. “I remember. You used to carry me on your shoulders.”

I chuckle as the memory plays through my mind. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Maybe because it was.

“You were always so determined to keep up with us. You never wanted to admit when you were too tired.”

She laughs softly, her breath tickling my skin. “I was stubborn.”

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