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Please don’t let him have seen me.
My whole body was burning up, and my face was on fire.
I decided to run back to my room when he opened the bathroom door, catching me in the hallway. Heart thumping, embarrassment colliding with me, I did the first thing that came to mind. I swung on my heels to face him, pretending I’d just emerged from my room.
He wore one of those blankets he called towels around his waist. On him, the towel was like a sheet of paper, not concealing the outline of his anaconda.
“Um, sorry, I really need to pee,” I said, right before I darted around him and closed the door. Fuck, did he suspect I’d seen him? Or that I might have heard him groan my name?
Arousal thumped through me, especially between my legs, as I thought about what he’d done in this room. Was he really interested in me, or was it just the forced proximity that made me a convenient fantasy?
I nearly ran my fingers down to my clit, to ease the intense throb of desire burning there, but stopped myself. He could still be right outside the door.
Finishing up, I left the bathroom, my cheeks still feeling like I’d splashed them with fire. I found Brick in the kitchen preparing coffee. With his chest bare, I struggled to keep my eyes on anything else but those perfect muscles. His biceps were so large, he could press a house.
Was this what a real man looked like? Jason didn’t even come close to comparing.
“Hey, if you want to help me today, you can. The sun is only just coming up, but I want to get some of that wood on the front porch today. If you want to get dressed, we’ll do that, then we can have breakfast.”
“Sure,” I blurted, my voice sounding more like a squeak. I blushed as he looked me up and down. Remembering I didn’t have my bra on, I turned away, biting my bottom lip. Damn, he was going to think I was showing off for him. “I’ll go get changed.”
My fingers were frozen by the time we stopped stacking wood, even with my gloves on, but it felt good to do something. Brick kept glancing my way, and I couldn’t help but think he knew I’d seen him in the bathroom. Every time I had that thought, my face burned up all over again.
Focus on the wood. Right.
I couldn’t carry the amount of wood that Brick could, but I did my fair share. We were on the way back to the house when I offered to make breakfast. I wanted biscuits and gravy after that workout and deserved the calories.
“That would be great. There’s sausage in the freezer and whatever else you need in the kitchen. I’ll put more coffee on,” Brick answered, and I smiled a casual smile.
I’d thought about him the entire time I trudged back and forth, aware that he was real, near me, and that he’d just masturbated while thinking about me. I could swear there was electricity crackling between us even more than yesterday’s laundry moment.
While I prepared homemade biscuits and put them in the oven, I couldn’t stop thinking about what sex with him would be like. Would it be painful to take a cock that big? I was breathing heavily, but I wasn’t aware of it until Brick came up to stand beside me. I looked up at him, and he moved those few inches, backing me up against the counter.
I swallowed hard, and our eyes locked as his right hand came up to cup my left cheek. His hand nearly covered my entire face, but I didn’t back down. I swallowed hard again and met the warm, dark brown eyes that drilled down into mine. He leaned forward, so close that our lips nearly touched.
“I know you watched me this morning,” he whispered.
I gasped, but his lips were grazing mine. He kissed me with a starving passion, and I swore I was flying in the sky among the stars. My toes curled against the kitchen rug as my thighs squeezed together. He pulled back, a grin curling his lips.
Oh, fuck me, but the man could kiss, and if he got me drenched from just a single kiss, I was more than curious about what it would be like to sleep with this big mountain man.
“You look beautiful when you blush, Amelia.” He raised that massive hand again and traced his index finger along my lips, his eyes following each movement. Heat flooded my veins, pooling between my legs as hot liquid arousal. I was going to flood the floor if he kept this up.
“I was surprised to find you in there like that, but… um, it was hot,” I replied, trying my best to maintain a bit of bravery when his steady, calm eyes came up to mine. My cheeks were flushed, not from shame, but from arousal. My nipples grazed against the soft fabric of my top.
“Was it now, Amelia? You liked watching me stroke myself for you?” he asked with a quiet calmness that didn’t match the way my heart was pounding or how fast I was breathing. How could he be so relaxed when I was about to have a heart attack? When I was about to make puddles on the kitchen floor because I was so wet for him?
“It was, yes,” I answered bravely, my voice slightly trembling as I attempted to calm my rapid respiration, but then he pressed his hips deeper against mine with a gentle rock of his pelvis, and I swear to God, I wanted to die of shame. Instead, I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Did you enjoy it when I growled your name, Amelia? Do you want to hear it again?”
His voice teased me to open my eyes once more, and I stared up at him, helpless, wanting to touch him but afraid I’d combust if I did. Or beg him to fuck me right then and there. As much as I wanted it, I wasn’t sure I could take it.
“Yes,” I breathed the response, knowing I’d have to be honest if I wanted this to go anywhere. Lying wouldn’t make him want me more, not this guy. He seemed like someone who told it as it was, but that close to him, I doubted I’d be able to say no to him. I had to be honest with myself—since meeting him, I’d been eyeing him up and down, drawn to him like nobody’s business.
“Good girl.”
A delicious shiver tingled down my spine, and I shuddered with a kind of arousal I hadn’t felt in a long time. Something about the way he called me a good girl turned me on so much, I could barely breathe.
