Page 4 of Icy Mountain Man

“Thank you.” Her shoulders fell as a huge smile took over her face. “Thank you so much.”

As soon as she walked inside, she began peeling her wet jacket off. Her clothes weren't as wet but still looked damp and she offered me a sheepish smile as her hair dripped.

“I can run you a hot bath if you'd like.” I grumbled. It wasn't easy being nice.

“That would be amazing. Do you mind if I charge my phone as well?”

I shook my head and held my hand out. She pressed her phone and charger into my hand, her small fingers brushing against my palm.

The burning in my stomach intensified. I raked my empty hand through my hair and tugged at the strands. What was this woman doing to me?

“I’ll show you around.” I grunted and led her through the entryway. In the living room, I plugged her phone in and introduced her to Smokey.

“He's adorable. I'm Posey by the way.” Her hazel eyes melted into mine, and my heart quickened its pace again.

“Ford.” I grunted.

“Ford? I like it,” Posey grinned before petting Smokey once more.

The downstairs was just an open living room and large eat in kitchen with a back staircase leading to the upstairs. There were two bedrooms and one full bathroom.

After starting the bath and showing her where the towels were, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie along with a pair of socks. I left them out for her in the second bedroom.

Back downstairs, I put the kettle on and prepared for dinner. I might as well make a good meal now that I had someone to share it with.

As I cooked a batch of lasagna soup and toasted some garlic bread, I couldn't stop thinking about the woman in my tub.

She was literally naked in my tub, and I was down here peeling onions.

It didn't matter. It wasn't like I was going to hit on her. She was definitely younger than me for one and for two, I barely knew her. Why was I even thinking this way?

Because she's gorgeous and you know it.

You’re lonely just admit it…

No.

People equaled problems. Nothing but problems.

Yet there was something about her…

No, no, there wasn't.

“Thank you. I feel much better.” Posey’s voice drifted into the kitchen and I froze, my spoon stopping mid stir.

When I turned around, she stood in the doorway, my clothes hugging her curves in such a sexy way my dick twitched.

Fresh faced and pink from the shower, my God, she looked like a snack.

Where the hell did she come from?

“I'm making soup if you want some. There's also tea and water if you're thirsty.” My voice was rough, but this time it came off different. Needy. Urgent. I cleared my throat. Fuck.

This woman was totally my undoing.

Every breath. Every stare. Every touch.

“You know you're pretty hospitable for such a grumpy guy.”