Page 4 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
“I’m only here until my place in Maple Bend is finished. The construction is a little bit behind schedule. I can leave you to your own space or whatever.”
“I don’t plan on being in the cabin that much,” she admits and I nod.
“Then we’ll barely see each other,” I lie. I’m never letting this girl out of my sight. Not until she’s got my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly.
She’s still debating and I can see it on her face. I don’t know what comes over me, but I can sense that she’d respond to a challenge. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl who could back down from a dare.
“You don’t think that you could resist me for the next seven days?” I ask and I see a spark in her eyes. She likes my contest.
“I’m sure that I could,” she says dryly, trying to play it off, but I can still see it, that spark in her beautiful blue eyes.
“Then let’s make a game out of it. First one to admit that they want the other one loses and has to find a new place to stay.”
She eyes me and I stick my hands in my jean pockets, rocking back on my heels as I give her a wide smile.
“Alright, you’re on,” she says and I’m honestly a little surprised that she’s agreeing to my game.
She sticks her hand out to me to shake, and I hurry to close the distance between us. She smiles up at me as our hands meet and my heart kicks against my ribcage.
She thinks that we’re playing for a vacation rental, but the truth is that I’m playing for a hell of a lot more than that. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m playing for forever with her and I intend to win.
Let the games begin.
THREE
Camden
I’ve gotthis bet in the bag. I mean, Amos has already proposed to me after about two seconds, so I know that he’ll be the one to break first. He’ll say he wants me, I’ll win, and then I can get back on my own vacation.
I try to ignore the way my core tightens and my heart races when I think about him telling me that he wants me. In my fantasies, he says it in a low, husky voice and it has goose bumps forming all over my body. My pussy tightens around nothing and when I start to feel achy, I force those thoughts from my mind.
When the man had first come into the cabin, I had been freaked out. The guy is well over six feet. If I had to guess, I would assume he’s closer to six and a half feet tall. He had blocked out most of the doorway and my breath had stalled in my lungs when I realized that I was trapped unless he decided to move.
He towers over me and I had a moment of panic when I first saw him but then the strangest thing happened. I felt a spark. When he smiled at me, that spark threatened to turn into an inferno.
This game, this bet, whatever you want to call it, is the first time that I’ve felt challenged or excited about something in a long time. That’s the real reason that I said yes. I came out here to try to find some excitement and I have a feeling that Amos will be able to provide a lot of that.
It’s more than that though. Being around him has already made me feel more alive than I have in years, and that was the whole point of this trip. Maybe he’ll only last another ten minutes, or maybe we’ll be spending the whole week together. Either way, I want to see how this plays out.
His black hair is a little too long, hanging over his forehead and the pitch-black strands only make his green eyes stand out that much more. His eyes remind me of the pine trees surrounding this cabin and I love it, though I know better than to admit that to this guy.
He grins at me, and I wonder if he can tell that I’m attracted to him. Desire slides into my stomach, sticky and hot, and I’m surprised by the depth of it. I’ve never even thought about dating when I was in college. I was at NYU on a scholarship and I was obsessed with grades and setting myself up for the best possible future that I could.
Then I started working and I just never met anyone who made me feel the way that I thought I was supposed to feel when I liked someone, the way that it was described in all of those romance books that I read.
Not until Amos.
For the first time, it crosses my mind that I might actually lose this game.
Even if you did, would it really be a loss?
I bat away my subconscious thoughts and focus on him. He still hasn’t let go of my hand and I tug gently against his fingers until he releases me.
“I’ve got some groceries out in my truck,” he says and I nod.
“I’ll help you carry them in.”
We head outside to his truck, and he hands me one bag while he takes the rest. I roll my eyes as I follow him back into the cabin and over to the kitchen counter. I let him put the groceries away while I lean against the back of the couch.
