Page 6 of Mountain Man's Merry Grumpmas
I bite my lip and run my hand over the lovely silky fabrics. These were supposed to allow me to spend the weekend like a sexy vixen. But now, I'm going to look like I'm throwing myself at Drake.
Damn it.
I could ask to borrow his shirt, but somehow, that seems more inappropriate. I can't win.
I reach in and grab the longest nightgown of the collection: a burnt orange silk number that leaves little to the imagination. The alternatives are tiny fuzzy shorts with matching bikini top, or short, sheer nighties. At least this one isn't see-through.
My first thought as I duck into the bathroom and peel off my sticky jeans is the advice my mom used to give me.
Pack for every eventuality, Monroe.
I smile, realizing she's still teaching me lessons all these years later. Too bad I didn't remember it back in Maple Ridge.
After I get cleaned up, I let the soft fabric float over my curves. It clings to me like plastic wrap against my breasts, my hard nipples on full display, and then flares out around my hips. I shake my head at my reflection and then fluff my hair.
Maybe, if I hustle, I can get under the covers before he notices me.
Time to face the music.
Chapter four
Monroe
Unfortunately, when I open the bathroom door, Drake is standing directly in the path to his bed. He's changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a navy blue T-shirt that strains against his biceps and back. During the time I was in the bathroom, giving myself a pep talk, he's managed to light a fire and change the sheets on the bed. He pulls the thick duvet up and replaces the pillows before turning to glance at me.
Drake does a double-take and then stalks toward me with a growl.
"You're going to be running around here in—in that?" He raises his arms, gesturing wildly at my nightgown in growly frustration. "Are you trying to kill me, Monroe?"
"I'm not running around, Drake." I glare at him. "What do you want me to do? I didn't bring anything else to wear!"
He scoffs, and my temper flares up.
"I was supposed to be herealone," I remind him through gritted teeth, and my hands fly to my hips.
"You wear these sexy numbers at home alone, or do you save them for when you're surrounded by the dime-a-dozen mountain men?" he grits out, jealousy dripping from his words, and I'm irrationally thrilled my little dig from earlier got to him. He's standing so close his body heat radiates toward me, and I want to drown in his warmth.
"I don't wear this stuff for other people. I wear it for me," I huff, but knowing he thinks it's sexy has me preening a bit.
Like what you see, grump?
"Yes, Monroe, I do," Drake growls, pulling me toward him. The proof of his frustration presses firmly against my lower stomach.
"Did I say that out loud?" I squeak, staring up at him in disbelief. His low chuckle vibrates through my body and straight to my clit.
He captures my mouth and kisses me until I'm breathless. When he finally breaks away, he moves along my jaw and down my throat with small love bites. He finds that soft spot just below my ear that drives me wild, and I throw my arm around the back of his neck, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
Drake lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around him instantly. His hard bulge presses against my soaked panties,and the friction against my throbbing clit makes me whimper with anticipation.
Drake pulls back. "Monroe, let me make you mine."
"What?" I pant, dazed from the moment.
"I want to fuck you. Please." Drake gazes into my eyes, and I know if I give this man my body, he is going to own my whole heart. Yet, the next word out of my mouth doesn't come as a shock to either of us.
"Yes."
The relief on Drake's face is palpable, and he slams his lips to mine as he walks me back toward the bed. I claw at his back like a wild animal, digging my nails into the cotton of his T-shirt. He tosses me into the middle of the plush mattress. Devouring my body with hungry eyes, he reaches behind his neck and removes his shirt with one hand.
