Page 51 of Craved By the Mountain Man

I touch the stubble along his jaw.

“You really don’t do anything halfway.”

“No.”

The answer comes so quickly that I almost laugh.

Instead, Gavin slides one arm beneath my knees and the other around my back.

“Oh.”

He lifts me from the island.

My arms go around his neck.

“You know I can walk.”

“I know.”

He starts down the hallway anyway.

I look at his profile, at the hard line of his jaw, and my heart does something inconveniently soft.

“Gavin.”

“What?”

“If I tell you this is absurdly attractive, will it go to your head?”

“Yes.”

“Good talk.”

His mouth twitches.

Then he kicks the bedroom door open.

My stomach flips.

There are subtler ways to enter a room.

I am suddenly not interested in any of them.

Chapter 7

Hannah

Gavin carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. Instead of following me down, he straightens and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants.

My pulse immediately starts climbing again.

He pushes them down.

The briefs underneath do absolutely nothing to improve my ability to form coherent thoughts.

I stare.

There is no dignified alternative available to me.