Page 63 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“Clark, sweetheart. I’ve got to get ready for the day. We have tomorrow’s overnight to prepare for.”

“Then let me help you.”

“You’re supposed to spend this day resting because it’s gonna be a long day tomorrow. We probably won’t get much sleep on the overnight, and then a long day back.”

I sounded super reasonable and everything, but then Clark let me go and turned on the lamp before sending me his most disgruntled look. He had no right looking sexy all mussed withsleep in his eyes and one side of his hair flattened against his skull.

“It’s five,” I pointed out as I left the bed, found my boxers, and slipped them on. “In the morning.”

“And we’re up, so let’s get some coffee.”

He rose, flat-backed, to a seated position. Not unlike a zombie. I started laughing.

“What?” he grumped.

“Your hair isspectacular,” I said, running my fingers through it.

Er. Hm. My finger-combing did not improve things. I mean … his hair was no longer matted to the side of his head, but now it looked like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket.

He glared at me and knocked my hand away. “That’s because I went to sleep with wet hair last night.”

“And a perfect orgasm.”

His grouchy-looking face dissolved into a smile. “And a perfect orgasm.”

He started to get out of bed, then stopped at the edge. He hissed and sent me a scathing glare.

“Little sore there, are ya?” I asked, grinning.

“Maybe.”

He eased back onto his pillow and groaned. “It’s a good thing I’ve got a day of rest so that I don’t have to ride with my ass sore.”

“You might actually be a little sore tomorrow, too.”

I did feel bad about that.

He stared at the ceiling, fussing with the rolled collar on his well-loved T-shirt. “Do you think it’ll be sore like after putting in a hard day at the gym? Like, the kind of sore that makes you proud of yourself?”

I grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. “I think it might be exactly like that.”

He rolled his neck and sent me a smile. “Then that’s okay.”

“Weren’t you getting up?” I asked, leaning down to peck his nose.

“So sore,” he groaned. “But I wanted to get up because you were already gone when I woke up yesterday, and I couldn’t put my mouth on you.”

That was pretty sad. I mean, I still didn’t have the time today, but … I made a big production of putting on my watch and checking the time.

Clark grinned and pulled me down till I was partially on top of him. He hissed again, so I rolled us until he was on top.

“Mmm. Nipples.” He pushed up my T-shirt, running his fingers through the thick fur on my chest. He nuzzled at the nipple closest to him, then sucked it into his mouth until I forgot how words worked.

He sucked and nipped at me, running his hand over the little bit of belly. Soon his fingers were dipping below the waistline of my boxers, playing in the pubic hair, tickling my loose balls.

He pulled back, sucking hard until the nipple popped out of his mouth.

“Know what I saw when I was researching edging?”