Chloe pulled back from the steel of Everest’s embrace. With agonizing slowness, she dropped her hands over the bulging folds of his flannel. Her body ached to hold him. His nearness tortured her heating limbs. A violent longing curled inside her midsection. She could feel her body growing moist with desire. Every primal urge inside her pushed to rip the flannel from his muscular body, to lean over his workbench and demand he take her amidst the flying sawdust. Trembling, she pulled away completely. When he didn’t stop her, she moved to leave. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, walking out on him. But it would have been impossible to stay and not touch him. “What am I doing?” Everest cursed under his breath as he watched her leave the workshop. His loins had grown painfully heavy and his heart thudded in loud protest to echo in his ears. Flashes of their shared night of passion assaulted his brain. She had been wild that night.
