Rescued by a Mountain Man
and the wilderness never tells.
Desperate for an escape, Jae Copeland takes a solo kayaking trip into the lush wilderness of the Smoky Mountains. When she ends up stranded and soggy, she makes camp and hopes to avoid dangerous, wild animals. She should have been more worried about dangerous, wild humans, but she's both alarmed and thrilled when Hanson Sykes, a fellow kayaker, happens upon her. He's an experienced mountain man…
and sexy as hell.
The sparks between them light up the uninhabited darkness, because survival in the mountains isn't his only talent. He knows exactly how to touch her in ways that make her burn.
"You look like a mountain nymph who took a dip in the stream with that blonde hair all wild and your"
—he swallowed—"clothes all plastered to your skin. Stunning."
He caressed my hair, running his hand through the strands just over my ear.
My breath caught again, my heart picking up speed. I didn't feel stunning—stunningly stupid maybe—standing half-naked and wet in his jacket, my hair drying into a long, frizzy mangle. I let out a nervous laugh. "What could possibly be stunning?"
"Your lips. You have luscious lips. They're pouty, almost swollen, like you've been kissed." He ran one finger lightly over my bottom lip, a touch so feathery it tickled. "I want to kiss you, Jae. I know that's crazy."
My lips parted, and a half-sigh came out. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, felt the tendons in his arm strung tight. I deserved one kiss, didn't I? After surviving my near-drowning, I deserved a man as delicious looking as him kissing me senseless in the starlight. "Kiss me, Hanson."