Rourke.
“I should take you out on the snowmobile,” he says, handing me a coffee. I point to my clothes, still hanging on the line by the hearth.
“Wearingthose?”I giggle. “Or do you have a bunch of women’s snow gear stashed away somewhere?”
He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close. I’m still just in one of his T-shirts, which smells deliciously like him. And he’s wearing a pair of rugby shorts that are so short they might as well be briefs. They do anincrediblejob showing off his muscled thighs.
“A buddy of mine runs a shop about a half-mile away. Mostly for tourists, but I could pick you up something there.”
I frown. “So you do leave the house?”
He chuckles, waving his arm at the cabinets filled with supplies. “Where do you think I get all this? Or did you think Amazon delivered up here?” I laugh and part my lips to welcome his kiss. “I make a run now and then. But I wear a disguise just in case.”
“A disguise?”
Setting his mug down, Rourke smirks and walks to a closet door I hadn’t noticed before. “Yeah, you wanna see it?”
“Please tell me it’s not a Pokemon.”
Still smirking, he opens the closet door and steps inside. When he emerges a few seconds later, my jaw actually drops. If I hadn’t memorized every inch of his physique, Iwould notrecognize him.
Covering his eyes is a massive pair of black sunglasses. But below that, the thing that’s really throwing me off is a fake mustache. Almost like something you’d picture an old cowboy rocking.
“Wow.”
“I call it my sheriff look,” he chuckles, striding back over to me. I giggle as he wraps me up in his arms. “What do you think? Should Iarrest you?”
I blush but nod eagerly. “Only if it involves handcuffs.”
Rourke slides his hands down and grabs my ass tightly.
“You are so naughty.”
He starts to kiss me, and I eagerly let my tongue dance over his as the fire inside me rises. I don’t know how we’reevergoing to get anything done around here considering how quickly we both turn each other on.
But just as he presses into me and I feel his bulge starting to harden between my thighs, he pulls back.
“Christ, look what you do to me,” he grunts, taking a large step back. Shaking his head, he gulps a heavy breath. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll be back inside you, and the store will close.”
Licking my lower lip, I play with the hem of my T-shirt. “Oh, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I see the desire in his eyes, matching what I’m feeling in my chest. But just when I think he’s about to jump on me, he purses his lips and waves a finger at me.
“Don’t you do that, angel.”
“Do what?” I reply, playing innocent.
He lowers his eyes, calling my attention to the bulge between his thighs. My nostrils fill with his scent as he steps closer to me. He leans in like he’s going to kiss me, then brings his lips to my ear.
“I’ll have plenty of this for you when I get back, princess.”
Kissing me, he turns away, and I watch as he slides into a pair of snow pants and a jacket. It almost makes me mad. I’m not used to seeing him any other way than half naked.
“I’ll be back before you’ve finished that coffee,” he says, plucking some keys from beside the door.
Slowly, I sit back on a stool and let my legs fall apart, giving him the whole show. The reaction on his face is priceless. Never in my life have I felt this kind of desire from a man. Especially not one of this caliber.
So this is what love’s like…
