Page 9 of Her Mountain Man Giant

“Sure.” He disappears into his cabin before reemerging with the tool in his hand. “You need anything else? Extra storm supplies? There’s a big one coming tonight.”

I frown. We get storms up here almost daily this time of year. If Wyatt thinks tonight’s storm is worth mentioning, it must be bad.

“How big we talking?”

“Huge,” Wyatt grunts. “Gonna be a doozy.”

“Damn. Well, I’ve got all the supplies I need. Thanks, though.”

His words follow me all the way back to Violet’s cabin.

Gonna be a doozy.

I hate the idea of Violet being alone out here in the middle of a huge storm. I’m sure she’s already seen her fair share of summer storms out here, but the big ones are different. She’s probably never experienced anything like it. When a storm out here is bad, it feels like the whole damn world is about to explode, and it’s hard to be prepared unless you know what you’re up against. I’d rather she stayed with me. I have a backup generator, storm shutters, and enough canned food to last a year. I can keep her safe.

When I get back to her cabin, Violet is sitting at the table with her laptop open. The cute pajamas she was wearing earlier have been replaced by denim shorts and a pale pink tank top, those gorgeous curves filling out every inch of fabric. Her wavy hair falls down her back, nearly reaching the seat of her chair. She smiles when she sees me, her pretty red lips curving upward, eyes sparkling. My cock throbs, desire flooding through me, hot and heavy.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

It hits me again every time I look at her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

“Got the tools,” I say gruffly, forcing my gaze away from her.

“Awesome. Thanks for this, Tanner. I really appreciate it.”

I shrug off her thanks and set my toolkit on the table, looking down at her. “Heard there’s going to be a big storm tonight. Worse than usual.”

She frowns. “Shoot. Really?”

“Yeah.” I pause, swallowing hard. “I think you should stay at my cabin tonight.”

Violet blinks, her eyebrows rising. “Your cabin?”

“It’s more equipped to handle serious storms. There’s backup power, shutters, a storm shelter if things get too bad.”

She’s quiet for a moment. I’m expecting her to refuse, but to my surprise, she smiles. “I’d like that. It would be great to see your cabin.”

I nod, my heart racing with anticipation at the thought of having this angel in my home.

But I want more…

I want her in my bed.

It’s not a thought I should be having about a girl half my age, but fuck, I can’t help it. Violet ignites something inside me—something desperate and primal. I think back to the sex scene in her book, the dirty words she wrote.

Fuck, I’d give her something to write about.

But it’s not just her beauty that’s driving me wild. It’s deeper than that. I can’t explain it. From the moment I set eyes on her in the woods, I was under her spell. There’s something so damn innocent about her, sweet and gentle. But there’s strength too, an undercurrent of determination. She’s a girl with a dream who will do whatever it takes to make it happen, and I admire the hell out of that. It reminds me of my younger days, back when basketball was all I cared about. I had that same drive, the same ambition, and I hope she never loses it like I did.

“Tanner?” Violet’s soft voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” With a deep inhale, I wrench my focus back to my toolkit, opening it up. “Better get started on this.”

“Do you want anything first?” she asks. “A drink?”

“I’m good. Don’t let me disturb your work.”

“Well, if you change your mind, help yourself to anything you want.”

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