Page 2 of Fired Up By the Mountain Man
My stomach grumbles at the thought of a nice, hot, home cooked meal. I let out a little sigh. The food would be good but maybe being out here in the dark and the cold is better than facing all the questions about settling down. Settling down is very important in my family. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that in a small town like this, there is nobody who has caught my attention. Nobody really special. No one I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.
In the dark of the night it’s not hard to see the small fire. All my trained instincts are alert now. It looks like a camp fire. Contained. But against the law in this part of the forest. I slowly creep towards the light. I can see movement on the other side of the flames. It’s not till I get closer that I realize what I am seeing.
Working in fire and rescue, I’ve seen my share of strange things. But I crouch low, looking in wonder, fascinated by the naked, curvy goddess in front of me. The orange glow of the fire dances off her pale skin. Her hips sway side to side. Her full breasts make my hands ache. Her arms reach up to the heavens. Eyes closed. Hair down in waves. And a tattoo of a fairy on her hip.
I hold my breath, not daring to make a sound. All of my senses are alert as I watch the girl. I feel a fire race through my veins and my cock gets uncomfortably hard. She is beautiful. Sexy. But there is something else. Seeing her standing naked by the fire, surrounded by the trees. She reminds me of the mythical forest nymphs from my childhood books.
I must be dreaming. Too tired and hungry to be out on patrol. But the bicycle leaning against the tree indicates this beauty in front of might be more human than mythical. It’s almost a disappointment.
But then she looks right at me and I feel heat rip through me. At least, she is looking in my direction. It’s hard to say if she can see me crouched out of reach of the light from the fire.
For a moment, time is frozen. I don’t dare move in case she vanishes into thin air. I am aroused. What man presented with a naked woman would not be aroused? I’m curious. I want to know who she is. But more than anything, I don’t want this magical moment to disappear. I would spend a lifetime gazing at the scene if I could. Watching the gentle sway of her hips. The firelight dancing over her skin.
She lowers her arms and takes a step. The spell is broken. Now I have only one thought.
She’s going to run away.
That’s all the excuse I need to burst forth from the bushes. Adrenaline driving me forward. My arms around her I tackle her to the ground. We both land with a loud Oooff.
I can feel her whole body under me.
It’s a harsh reminder that it’s been far too long since I had a naked woman under me in this position. Feeling her breasts against my chest. Her curves under me. And as she blinks up at me in surprise, there is a sexy, dazed look in her eyes. Her gaze drops to my mouth. I watch her moisten her lips and go instantly hard.
Stay professional, Carter!
So mystified by the moment, I miss seeing her hand coming up. But as she grabs a fist of my hair and gives it a hard yank it brings me back to the situation at hand.
“Help! Attack! Fire!”
A hand over her mouth puts a stop to her yelling.
Fuck, if she doesn’t stop wiggiling beneath me, we are going to have a whole new problem.
“Stop. Stay still. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Mmmm hahb dhbmmh hmph pfyt.” I remove my hand from her mouth. “You’re attacking me!”
“No. I’m arresting you.” Getting up off her I offer her a hand to get to her feet. Pulling out my badge, while avoiding looking at her naked body. I don’t think I could handle being this close to her if I looked down now. I shrug out of my jacket and hand it to her, all without looking directly at her.
Showing her my badge I adopt my most professional tone. “Do you know it is illegal to have a fire in this part of the forest?”
To my surprise the girl starts stomping around talking to herself. No longer the mythical nymph but still looking like a goddess full of fire and passion.
Crappy crap!
Can anything else go wrong in my life?
Cursed with bad luck!
Her fit of temper, swearing and stamping her feet has me chuckling and shaking my head.
“Crazy tourists.” I mumble under my breath. And then in a louder voice to interrupt the conversation she seems to be having with herself. “Miss. If you get dressed, I’ll take you back to the camping ground.”
I turn my back to give her some privacy. I’ve already decided not to charge her. She’s obviously having some sort of mental breakdown and I don’t want to fill out the paperwork explaining how I tackled a beautiful, naked woman in the forest. The boys would have a lot of questions about that.
Chapter 3
Carter
