He wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted his whole life, a realization that scared the hell out of him even as it drove him to walk her backward until they ran up against the cabin wall. She made a low, explosive sound against his mouth as her back flattened against the polished logs. Her legs parted, making room for his hips to settle flush to hers, and any hope of hiding the effect she had on his body was gone as he thrust helplessly against her hips. Neither the borrowed sweatpants nor her thin cotton yoga pants offered much of a barrier between their bodies, making it all too easy to take what they both seemed desperately to want. Stop, his mind begged him. Think. There was a reason he was still alone, a reason why he hadn’t coaxed one of the pretty Tennessee mountain girls to take a chance on a man like him. Even reformed, he wasn’t much of a catch. He was rough around the edges and wild at heart.
