Page 26 of My Mountain Man Boss
He pulls the oversized sweater over my head and drops it to the floor. He helps me undress, and every movement is slow and tender. He’s looking after me, and it melts my heart.
This is what it must be like to be with a man who loves you.
The thoughts confuse my mind, and he must take my confusion for tiredness. Landon pulls off my leggings that are still wet around the ankles and my socks. My toes are puckered from sitting in wet socks, and Landon frowns at my feet.
“You should have told me they were wet.”
I wiggle my shriveled toes. “I didn’t know.”
Every part of the last few hours has been surreal, and numb toes didn’t feel that important in the scheme of things.
Landon unhooks my bra, and I’m naked before him. He takes a sharp intake of breath as his gaze locks on my body.
Heat inflames my skin as his gaze sweeps over me. Then he ducks his head. “You need a warm bath.” His voice is choked like it’s hard to speak.
I love that I have this power over him. I love that his ability to resist me is wearing thin.
But he puts his needs aside to help me into the bath.
As I sink into the warm waters, the anxiety of the evening begins to melt away.
I lean back against the tub and sigh, letting every last ounce of anxiety dissolve in the bathwater.
I open my eyes to find Landon kneeling next to the bath holding a washcloth. The warmth of the bath seeps into my skin, making my bones weary. I’m overcome with exhaustion, so it’s nice when Landon dips a washcloth in water and lifts up my arm. He proceeds to run the cloth over my arm and then every part of my body, washing away the dirt from the trail and the grimy streaks the rain left on my skin.
“I hope this is okay; I found it in Izzie’s bathroom.” He holds up a shampoo bottle.
It’s a brand I don’t recognize, but I’m too exhausted to care. “It’ll do.”
He squeezes some into his hand and moves around to the back of the bath. Firm hands massage my scalp as he works the shampoo into my hair. I close my eyes and let the sensation of his firm hands engulf me.
A girl could get used to this.
After he’s given my head a thorough massage that has me almost asleep, he rinses the shampoo off and repeats the process with conditioner.
Ten minutes later, I step out of the bath scrubbed clean and my body weary.
Landon wraps a fluffy bathrobe around me and leads me into his bedroom. His hands have been all over me as he washedme down. His touch was tender rather than sexual, and that’s making my chest ache. I want this. I want this every day for the rest of my damned life.
“Get comfy,” he says pulling back the sheets, “and I’ll take a quick shower.”
He tucks me into bed and kisses my forehead.
I grab his arm before he moves away. I want him to lie next to me. I want to kiss him and do everything with him. But he shakes his head. “Get some sleep baby girl.”
I try to stay awake, but I must doze off because the next time I wake up it’s the middle of the night. It’s pitch black, and there’s a heavy weight draped across my middle. Landon’s steady breathing behind me is comforting.
I move, and my body presses up against him. I’m naked. I took the robe off before I got into bed, and I don’t have any pajamas. I don’t have any clean clothes.
My body bumps up against him, and he stirs. I feel thick thighs and something else. Something that grows hard as soon as I press against it.
I smile to myself and can’t resist wiggling my hips.
Landon’s arms tightens around me. “Watch out, baby girl.” His voice is hoarse from sleep, but suddenly I’m wide awake.
“Why, what will happen?” I ask innocently as I press my hips back against his hard cock.
His breath grazes the back of my neck and his hot lips kiss my shoulder, making me shiver. This time the bucking of my hips isn’t something I can control.
