He was so stupidly gorgeous, it made my chest hurt.
Why couldn’t he be the alpha I was engaged to?
The fact that I even wanted that should’ve terrified me, but I was past that.
There was no way to stop myself from feeling it, so it was pointless to attempt otherwise.
Bo wasn’t interested in me any other way than physically, so what did it even matter if I developed feelings for him? We both knew I’d be gone as soon as the snow melted enough.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Bo finally said.
I nodded. The motion was jerky and awkward. Not as awkward as I felt, but there was no way around that.
“You’re right about the bed. You sleep there, I’ll take the couch,” he added.
And ran his hand through his wild curls again.
It occurred to me that he didn’t want to leave.
We were cramped beneath a desk that was way too small for a man as gigantic as he was to be stuck beneath. But he still didn’t want to leave.
He may not have been interested in anything that wasn’t physical with me, but hedidseem interested in everything thatwasphysical.
“Did it work?” I asked him.
His forehead creased. “What?”
“Getting me out of your system. Did it work?”
Understanding dawned in his eyes.
Then humor.
Sharp, cutting humor.
He leaned over me, lining his exposed erection up with my covered core as he pressed his body lightly against mine until we were nose to nose.
I could smell my pleasure on his breath, and he could probably smell his on mine.
“Madi,” he said, his voice low and gravelly in a way that sent goosebumps over my skin. “At this point, I think I could fuck you on every surface in this cabin and still want you with every cell in my body.”
His nose lowered to my lips, and he inhaled my breath.
His chest rumbled fiercely. “You smell like me. Just like you should.”
A new pulse of desire went straight to my clit. “You can’t talk like that.”
“Then shut me up.”
My eyes landed on his mouth.
I wanted to kiss him.
I really did.
But all things considered, I knew it was a terrible idea. He only wanted us to be physical. I was developing feelings. And I was leaving, soon. As soon as the snow melted.
“Go take your shower,” I said instead.
