Page 26 of Craved By the Mountain Man

He actually wants to know.

I fold my arms.

“Fine.”

“Grab my wrist.”

I stare at him.

“That seems underwhelming.”

“Hannah.”

I grab his wrist.

His skin is hot and damp beneath my hand.

This was a mistake.

“Now what?”

He closes his hand around mine.

“Get loose.”

I rotate toward the weakest part of his grip and pull sharply.

His hand opens.

I step back with a smug smile.

“There.”

He nods.

“Again.”

I offer my wrist.

This time his fingers close differently.

I turn.

Nothing happens.

I pull harder.

Still nothing.

Gavin watches me struggle for another two seconds.

“You’re using strength.”

“I’m beginning to take this personally.”

“Don’t.”

“I’ll put that in the suggestion box.”