Mountain Wilds Bundle by Hazel Hunter Page A

stiffness in his leg. But how is that possible? He’d flown a cargo plane. He was waiting for her answer.
    “Honestly, it doesn’t make sense,” she said, lowering her hands to his arms. “But it doesn’t have to–not right away at least.” His gaze never wandered from her face. “But you’re okay?” she asked.
    He smiled a little and his hands went from her waist to her lower back.
    “ We’re okay,” he said lowly as he moved closer.
    She felt her heart race.  
    He glanced at the door.  
    “I think I’ve left that open long enough,” he said.
    He reached out, locked the knob, and pushed it closed. Then, as the last light faded from the room, she felt him bend low and scoop her up.
    “Which way is the shower?” he asked.

    • • • • •

    Logan moved slowly in the dim light. As they passed through the bedroom door, Jules flipped on the light switch. A single standing lamp in the corner of the room turned on. Logan saw the bathroom and moved sideways through the door. The light switch must have been behind him because Jules didn’t try to reach it but the light from the bedroom was enough.
    The bathroom was roomy, with a counter along one wall and a walk-in shower and the commode on the other. Again, he let her down slowly, so she could get her bearings on the good foot. She put a hand on the counter to steady herself.
    He opened the shower door and quickly cranked the water on, all the way hot. As it ran over his hand, he pulled up the sleeve of his jacket. The water was ice cold to start. It’d been sitting in the pipes for a couple of days. But slowly it started to turn warm. He turned back to Jules.
    “Nice and–” he started.
    Her jacket was on the counter and for a moment he thought she was wearing a short dress. But when she bent to pick her slacks up from the floor, he realized she was wearing his polo shirt. It fell to about the middle of her thighs. He stared at the backs of them, smooth and gently curved, as she unwrapped her ankle.
    As she put the pants and elastic wrap on the counter, she looked into the mirror. He slowly approached her from behind, watching her reflection gaze steadily at him. Steam began to rise from the water, warming the room. He quickly removed his jacket and tossed it onto her slacks. Her eyes immediately went to his bare chest. As he stepped behind her, he put his hands around her waist and ran them down over her hips. As he stared at her in the mirror, he slowly began to lift the shirt. As the cloth rose higher, his eyes moved to the light pink panties she wore. The lacy hem hugged the roundness of her hips and lay flat against her smooth abdomen. But, as he lifted the shirt higher, she slowly turned toward him and lifted her arms over her head.
    What had begun as a slow unveiling, took on a sudden urgency. He had to will himself not to simply rip the shirt in two. As he lifted it higher, her tiny waist came into view, then her ribs, and now her breasts.
    He let his eyes completely take her in. The perfect roundness of the fleshy mounds was incredible. As the shirt rose over her elbows and her head, she shook her hair out and opened her eyes. The shirt landed on his jacket and his hands immediately found the bra clasp at her back. In moments, her dark pink nipples danced in front of him. Though the steam was slowly spreading, the small nubs at their centers were stiff.
    Hands on her shoulders, he eased her back against the wall. Looking into her eyes, he quickly ran his hands down her arms and intertwined his fingers with hers. As he stepped closer, he raised her hands just above her head and rested them against the wall.
    “Jules,” he muttered, leaning down to her as she tilted her chin up to him.
    His mouth quickly covered hers, her lips as velvety as he remembered. They pressed against his, responding to his every move, moist and clinging. As her jaw dropped, his tongue tested hers. She was dragging in air through her nostrils as her fingers