Lumberjacked : A Holiday Mountain Man Lumberjack Romance by K.C. Crowne

Author:K.C. Crowne [Crowne, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Angela

Every time I thought I had Viktor somewhat figured out, he surprised me. He was damn hot with a gun in his hands and watching him hunt had been a turn on. But he’d been so excited about teaching me to shoot, and his excitement had been handsome in a whole different way.

The more I got to know him, the more I saw something in him that was light and bright and full of life. When I’d first met him, he’d looked gruff all the time, his brows knit, a scowl on his face. The handsome, rugged, mountain version of a Resting Bitch Face. But the more time we spent together, the more I saw him smile, and he chuckled a lot more. He never really laughed, but the deep rumble in his chest when he found something amusing was becoming something I would miss when I left.

Thinking about leaving made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to have to say goodbye. I wanted to see more of him. I wanted to see him all the time.

Would that be so hard? Would I be able to date this guy who hid away in the woods while I lived in Grizzly Falls?

Dammit, I was leaving soon. I was going far away. And he wouldn’t be right around the corner.

I couldn’t ask him to come with me, either. He wouldn’t want to live in Chicago. There were no mountains to disappear into there. And I couldn’t imagine him living in the city, wearing a suit, going to an office job.

What did he do for work now, I wondered? I hadn’t thought about that, but he must have money somewhere.

“Here,” Viktor said, coming into the room with towels.

I was soaked to the bone. The rain hadn’t been heavy but spending so much time in even a drizzle was enough to wet anyone through. I had already kicked off my soggy shoes and peeled off my wet jacket.

Viktor passed me a towel, and I started drying my hair. Viktor rubbed the towel through his own hair and then his beard before he pulled off his shirt. His skin was shiny with wetness, accentuating his muscles.

He caught me staring, and I blushed, feeling silly. “Sorry.”

Viktor shook his head and took a step closer. “Don’t be.” He kissed me, and my hands stilled with the towel in my hair. I couldn’t think about anything when he kissed me like that. He cupped my cheeks and pushed his hips forward, grinding his erection against me.

When he broke the kiss, I was out of breath.

“Here,” he said. “Let me.”

He took the towel from me and pressed it gently against my neck. His eyes connected with mine for a moment before they drifted slowly down. He pressed the towel against my chest. Before continuing, he pulled up the wet shirt I was wearing. He pulled at it, and it clung to my body before releasing. He pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor with a wet plop.

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