Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

like after ten o’clock? Why is he running around this late?” She dragged a shaky hand through her mussed up hair.
    “We’re Alaskans. The sun is up. We’ll sleep come winter.”
    “Where’s his mother? It’s not safe for him to be out wandering alone. Look what happened to me.”
    Lynx tried to bite back a smile. “Fox is wilderness savvy. It’s almost uncanny. Like the animals watch out for him.”
    Right . She needed to get dressed and out of here. She grabbed her pants and hitched them up her legs.
    “Wait. Let me put a bandage over your stitches.”
    She held her breath as she stood there trying not to rub up against Lynx like the cat he was named for as he reached over her to grab the gauze and tape on the counter. He had her caged between his big body and the counter. And surprise, surprise, she didn’t mind.
    What was wrong with her? Seriously, women went without sex for longer than she had. They didn’t go around acting like they were in heat.
    He cut tape and handed her the strips. “Here, hold onto this. Now turn around.”
    Her heart leaped with a thrill of excitement with the way he looked at her and spoke in that sexy growl. She normally didn’t like to do anyone’s bidding, but found herself turning and bending over, and wishing that his nephew wasn’t just outside, waiting.
    Lynx carefully laid the gauze over her stitches. Would he kiss it and make it feel better? The hair rose on the back of her neck. She swallowed, her breathing coming in short little gasps.
    “Tape,” Lynx instructed.
    She held out the tape for him and closed her eyes as he smoothed the adhesive over the edge of the gauze pad onto her skin. Goose bumps erupted on her over-sensitized flesh.
    She needed a cold shower in the worst way.
    “Tape.”
    How in the world could bandaging someone be such a turn on?
    “There.” His heated palm cupped the gauze pad just below her butt cheek. “How does that feel?”
    Get real. Like she was going to tell him that if he would just breathe on the back of her neck she’d rocket off into the midnight sun.
    “Fine,” she squeaked.
    He chuckled, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, “If my nephew hadn’t shown up, you’d be feeling more than fine.”
    Oh, God.
    “Are you free tomorrow?”
    She had a feeling she’d be free any time this man wanted to see her. Oh shit, she wasn’t that easy was she?
    “Yes.”
    “Want to have dinner?”
    Was that have dinner or have him for dinner? Either way she was fine with it. Okay, she needed to create some distance, because she wasn’t thinking clearly. Hell, she wasn’t thinking at all. She didn’t even know who this man was an hour ago. Did she want to get to know him or just have sex with him?
    She was so messed-up.
    She bent and grabbed her jeans and hiked them onto her hips, making him wait for her answer. “Where would we have dinner?”
    He took a step back when her elbow connected with his abs as she buttoned her jeans. “I’d like to suggest here, but maybe the lodge would be a better idea?”
    The Chatanika Lodge was a combination hotel, restaurant, and general store for the little town. Everyone hung out there, including most of his family, since they owned it.
    “Or we could drive into Fairbanks?” he suggested when she didn’t say anything.
    Fairbanks was thirty miles away, but it took an hour to drive the windy, frost-heaved road. She’d be stuck in a car with him, and what if they didn’t have anything to say to each other? What if this...chemistry was just her over-stimulated hormones or something?
    “The lodge will be fine.” She took a couple of more steps away from him toward the door leading out onto the deck.
    “Six o’clock?”
    “Sure. I’ll meet you there.” Now that she wasn’t standing so close to him, the reality of what could have happened between them flushed through her system in a fiery blush. “Thanks for, uhmm, everything.”
    “You’re welcome. See you tomorrow night.”
    Her heart flipped in her chest at his sexy half smile.
    “Right. Tomorrow.” One last look at all that muscled skin on display and she let herself out of his cabin and into the bright sunlight, softly shutting the screen door behind her. She squinted, trying to focus. Fox sat in a lounge chair, the black bandit-painted puppy asleep on his lap. What did you say to a kid who had caught you in a compromising position? “Hey.”
    “Hey, Ms. Stuart.”
    “Call me Eva.” He’d seen her in her underwear