Page 5 of My Tempting Mountain Man (Summer In The Pines #2)

Everly

I wake slowly, eyelids fluttering open to gentle sunlight filtering through the cabin window.

Stretching lazily beneath the warm quilt, I realize I’m alone.

My heart stutters momentarily with disappointment.

Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling and let last night drift back to me—the softness of Liam’s lips on mine, the heat in his gaze, the intoxicating feel of his strong arms wrapped around me.

My cheeks heat immediately, a blush rising fast. Was it real, or just some vivid dream conjured by my restless imagination? Surely, I couldn’t have been that bold. I've never been brave enough to even flirt openly, let alone kiss someone as commanding and intense as Liam.

Pushing myself upright, I tug my fingers nervously through my messy hair, doubt gnawing at my mind. But my lips still tingle faintly, a tangible reminder that perhaps it wasn’t just fantasy.

Only one way to find out.

Sliding from the bed, I pad quietly toward the door, heart thumping erratically in my chest. I pause at the threshold, taking a calming breath, then step out into the cozy main room of the cabin.

Liam stands at the kitchen counter, his broad back to me, sunlight gilding his dark hair.

The aroma of fresh coffee and something savory cooking drifts through the air, making my stomach rumble softly.

At my quiet approach, he turns, his storm-gray eyes meeting mine instantly.

There's hesitation there, mingled with something softer and warmer.

"Good morning," I say softly, cheeks flushing anew beneath his gaze.

"Morning," he replies gruffly, shifting his weight awkwardly and rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks uncomfortable, clearly struggling with something. "Everly, about last night?—"

My heart leaps into my throat. "Oh. Last night."

"Yeah," he murmurs, eyes flicking away nervously. "I shouldn't have—I crossed a line. I'm sorry."

I exhale slowly, realization blossoming in my chest. So it wasn’t a dream. The kiss, the warmth, the delicious ache—it had all been beautifully real.

"Liam," I whisper gently, stepping closer until I stand just inches away. His gaze snaps back to mine, eyes widening slightly at my boldness. "You didn't cross any line. I wanted you to kiss me. I still want—" My voice breaks off, embarrassment making my cheeks burn hotter.

His jaw tightens, eyes darkening with intensity. "Everly, you don't know what you're saying."

"Maybe I don't," I admit softly, bravely reaching out to rest my fingertips on his chest. His muscles tighten beneath my touch, heart pounding beneath my palm. "But I do know I've never felt this way before. About anyone."

He closes his eyes briefly, breathing deep as if fighting some internal battle. When they open again, his gaze is filled with restraint, and unmistakable longing. "You're young. Innocent. And I'm?—"

"Exactly who I want," I finish firmly, holding his gaze with newfound courage. My body trembles slightly, but I hold steady. "Unless you don't want?—"

"You have no idea how badly I want," he growls softly, voice rough and heated. "But?—"

"But nothing," I interrupt, voice stronger now. My body’s on fire with need. "I'm not afraid of this. I'm not afraid of you."

His chest rises sharply beneath my touch, eyes blazing with desire as he reaches up, gently cupping my face. His thumb brushes tenderly over my bottom lip, sending electric sparks straight through me.

"You're dangerous, Everly," he whispers hoarsely, a hint of surrender in his tone.

"Good," I breathe back, heart racing. "Then I guess we’re even."

He chuckles lowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. His eyes soften, and he leans down slowly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to my forehead. My breath catches at the tenderness of the gesture, heart melting.

"Roads are flooded," he murmurs, lips still brushing my skin. "Looks like you'll be stuck here with me a bit longer."

I smile against his chest, relief flooding me at the thought of staying longer. "Oh no. How tragic."

He laughs again, deeper this time, sending vibrations through my entire body. Pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, he brushes hair away from my face gently. "Breakfast first. Then we’ll see how you feel about being trapped here."

"Deal," I agree with a smile, stepping back reluctantly.

We sit at the small table, eating quietly, stealing heated glances when we think the other isn't looking. The air between us crackles pleasantly, anticipation hanging heavy and sweet.

Once we finish eating, I glance at Liam with playful mischief. "You know, we never did get to the yoga I promised."

His brows rise skeptically, amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yoga?"

"Absolutely," I say firmly, already pushing my chair back. "You promised you'd try it."

"Did I?" he teases gently, shaking his head.

"Absolutely," I say again, confidently, knowing full well he never promised any such thing. "Come on, mountain man."

He groans playfully but follows obediently, amusement sparkling in his eyes as I guide him to an open space by the couch. "Alright, teach me your ways."

"First, we breathe," I instruct gently, demonstrating slow, calming breaths. Liam mimics awkwardly at first, and we share laughter as he exaggerates dramatically.

Gradually, his movements become steadier, mirroring mine more naturally. His eyes linger on me, warmth and desire clear in his gaze.

"You're surprisingly good at this," I tease lightly.

"Beginner’s luck," he murmurs, voice deep and rumbling.

We move through a few simple poses, giggling softly when our limbs tangle or balance wavers. Finally, I guide us into a resting pose, lying flat beside him. Silence settles comfortably between us.

He turns his head to face me, eyes soft and earnest. "Thank you, Everly."

"For what?" I whisper, heart pounding again beneath his gaze.

"For shaking up my quiet life," he admits gently. "For making me feel again."

"Anytime," I reply softly, heart swelling with warmth and affection.

He reaches out, gently clasping my hand. Our fingers entwine naturally, perfectly.

"Promise?" he asks quietly, vulnerability shining through.

I smile tenderly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "Promise."

And in that quiet, sunlit moment, I know without doubt—this storm, this cabin, this unexpected adventure—is exactly where I’m meant to be.