Page 9 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Trick-or-Treat
“What are you, a sci-fi writer or something?”
“I could write stories of the stars that would make your head spin.”
“It already is,” I whisper, watching his thumb trace fire across my skin.
“You don’t have to be a recluse anymore, you know,” I say. “I’m just a short drive below … in Bishop.”
“You’re too sweet for a man like me,” he counters, licking his lips slowly, appreciation filling his eyes. He’s like a drug … one I should never start.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I breathe. “It’s been so long since anyone looked at me like that, I almost forgot what it feels like to be wanted.”
Our eyes meet, his intense, incinerating.
“Sorry, I think your glowing candies contain a little truth serum, too.”
“Maybe it’s time for truth.”
“Never thought I’d hear a man say that,” I counter, voice simmering. Of course, it’s a shot at my cheating ex and every non-committal man since. I don’t mean to be bitter, but I can’t help myself.
“That’s because I’m not a man.”
“Of course.”Will this guy ever drop the alien schtick?
“It’s clear you like howthisfeels. I can make you feel more?” He arches an eyebrow.
A moan escapes before I can stop it, heat curling low. “What do you have in mind?”
“Learning your body. Discovering the secrets of what makes your flesh vibrate for me.”
“I think it already does.” Okay, wow. Either the Star-honey’s an aphrodisiac, or I’ve officially lost my mind.
His blue-green eyes, like the night sky, glow warmer. “Once I taste you, you’ll never leave this mountain.”
I chuckle. “You’re that good, huh?”
“Won’t stop until I am. Want to find out?”
Thunder answers for me, and somewhere deep down, I know it isn’t the storm I should fear.
Chapter
Four
EDEN
“Where’s your restroom?” We’ve reached a perfect lipstick moment. Need a mirror ASAP.
The corners of the mountain man’s mouth tip down as he stands, nodding toward the hallway.
“Can I give you a warm-up on your cider?”
“Water would be great, actually. All of this has been … very sweet.”
“You’re telling me.” His look lingers a little too long before he turns back to the kitchen.
I open the first door down the hallway and gasp.