Mountain's Captive by Michelle M. Pillow

Author:Michelle M. Pillow [Pillow, Michelle M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: www.MichellePillow.com
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chloe threw his large flannel over her tank undershirt and tied the drawstring at her waist. The sweats were rather big, but felt wonderful. Feeling very relaxed, she left the bedroom. Her hair was still wet from her shower and she brushed it back away from her face. She was starting to feel more like her normal self.

She was extremely comfortable in the lodge. Everest’s quiet solitude soothed her in an odd way. She felt safe there, as long as he was near. He had left the lodge only once to check the mountain pass. They were still snowed in. Neither one of them had thought it would be otherwise.

It had been unsettling to be caught in her towel, and she couldn’t help but notice Everest’s violent reaction to her near naked state. Chloe scolded herself for being ridiculously hopeful. She usually paid little attention to her baser needs, discovering at a young age that sex in theory was usually better than the real thing. But, with Everest, she began to doubt the logic. Every fiber in her pulled to be with him. No doubt that is how she got into her current situation. Drunk she would be no match for his animalistic allure.

Hell, thought Chloe with a wry lift to her head, I’m no match for it sober.

She felt honored that Everest would seek her opinion about his work. It was one of the greatest compliments he could have paid to her. Not wanting to keep him waiting and more truthfully wanting to see him again, she made her way to his workshop. She knocked on the door even though it was cracked open.

“Come in, Chloe.”

Chloe pushed open the door. His voice was soft like a gentle caress, but low like a rumbling mountain storm. Her eyes immediately picked him out of the room, sweeping over his gladiator-like form before he glanced to her. She smiled innocently at him, a blush barely visible underneath her white skin.

Everest leaned over a clock, sanding its grooves with a fine paper. She watched the powerfully precise movements of his strong hand and the straining motions of his muscular arm. Her smile widened when he finished and looked fully at her.

“I see you got them to fit,” he said eyeing her outfit. She looked damned sexy in his clothing, more so than when she was dressed up. The sweats belonged to Grandpa though he never wore them, but the flannel was his. For a moment his gaze got trapped at her narrow waist as it tapered off into the sweatpants. The tie string hung in a small loop, enticing his fingers to loosen it with a bold flick.

“Yeah. What are you working on?” she asked as she moved toward him, only wanting to get closer. The faint stirring of dust settled in the air. It fell about him like a mist through the light of his work lamp.

“This one is almost done,” he admitted. “I only have to polish it and put in the timepiece.

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