Page 56 of Beastly Mountain Man

I glanced over.

Her attention had dropped lower.

I laughed.

Caprice turned from the shelf. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m respecting your inspection.”

“That was definitely something. My inspection is excellent.”

The room quieted around us.

Bear ate behind me.

Caprice’s damp hair had started curling slightly near her neck. Her sweater clung where melted snow had reached the collar, and her nipples showed through the knit.

My cock hardened.

Her gaze dropped.

Then she looked back at me.

“You should warm up before we do anything else,” I said.

“I am warming up.”

“You’re still damp.”

“That’s true.”

I nodded toward the hallway. “Bathroom’s there. Take a shower. I’ll find you something dry.”

Caprice stayed where she was.

“Lucky.”

The sound of my name in that voice tightened every muscle I had.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to come with me.”

I held her gaze.

“Into the shower?”

“Yes.”

She stepped close and put both hands flat against my thermal shirt.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you naked again since somewhere around the second waffle.”

My cock went harder.

“That’s very specific.”

“I believe in accurate reporting.”