Page 39 of Craved By the Mountain Man

Her breath catches.

I could have kept that to myself.

I don’t regret saying it.

Her chin lifts. “Maybe?”

Christ.

She has no idea how close I am to losing this fight.

Or maybe she does.

“I like your mouth.”

Her expression changes. The teasing is still there, but something hotter moves underneath it.

The kitchen goes quiet around us. I hear the fire settling in the other room and the soft pull of her breath as she takes another step toward me.

Her shirt brushes my stomach.

“Hannah.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

She looks straight up at me. “No, actually. I don’t.”

Bullshit.

She knows exactly what she is doing.

She wants me to say it.

I move close enough to feel the heat coming off her body.

“You came here because you were in trouble.”

“I know why I came here.”

“I’m trying not to make your life any more complicated.”

Her eyes flick over my bare chest before returning to mine.

“You’re doing a spectacular job.”

My jaw tightens.

Then she reaches out and puts her hand on me.

Everything inside me locks down.

Her palm rests against the center of my chest, warm against my skin. She looks at her own hand like touching me surprised her too, but she doesn’t take it away.

Neither do I.

Her fingers move through the hair on my chest, exploring just enough to make the muscles underneath tighten.