“You can avoid tornadoes?”
“That, and I can do pretty much whatever the hell I want. So, maybe I’ll stick around for winter. It’ll be interesting. And I haven’t skied in forever.”
“We have some of the best skiing in the world.” I grin when she looks at me like, really? “I’m not exaggerating. People train for the Olympics here.”
“It’s something to think about,” she muses while rubbing her hand through that gorgeous, thick hair. “Ugh, it’s hot in here. Turn around.”
I quirk up an eyebrow. “No.”
“Don’t be a jerk. Close your eyes.”
I sigh but do as she asks. When I hear the mattress and blankets rustling, I crack one eye open in time to see Remi stand and shimmy out of her thick hiking pants, leaving her long legs bare. I see a flash of white panties before she sits again and covers her lap with the blanket.
“You looked.”
“I’ll apologize if it makes you feel better.”
She smirks again and then smiles as she shakes her head. “I’ve been dying in those things. They’re great for the trail, but not so much in front of a roaring fire.”
She pulls one long leg out and plops it on top of the blanket, and I feel everything in me tighten.
“Now you’re just taunting me.”
“Serves you right for looking when I told you to close your eyes.”
I take a sip of water and find myself reaching for her foot with a scowl. “You have blisters.”
“Oh. Yeah, it happens sometimes.”
I examine her heel where the blood has dried, and the hot red spot on the ball of her foot. Then, I dig my thumb into the arch and watch as her eyes practically roll into the back of her head as she lets out a long groan.
“If I pay you ten thousand dollars, will you do that until the end of time?”
Her feet are small, her legs lean and toned—I assume from years of being active.
And her skin is warm and smooth.
I move up to her ankle, slowly massaging around her ankle bone, and then smile when she whimpers.
“When was the last time you slowed down long enough for a little self-care, Remi?”
“Yesterday. I even took a nap and everything. Today was my reward for relaxing.”
I’m not good at slowing down either.
I watch her face as I slide my hand up her leg, looking for any sign that she might not be comfortable.
Or might kick me in the face.
But she just bites her lip and lets out a little sigh as I massage her calf.
“Your calves are as big as mine, and I mean that as a compliment.”
She smiles dreamily. “Thanks.”
“Remi, if you want me to stop touching you, you only have to say so.”
“Did you bring me up to this chalet and arrange for a snowstorm so you could take advantage of me?”
I bark out a laugh. “I’m not that damn creative.”
“The ten thousand dollars is still on the table,” she replies and shifts so I have better access to her. God, she’s just…beautiful. And when she finally lies on the mattress, flings her arms over her head in a stretch, and lets out a long, deep sigh, I know I’m a goner.
I want her.
I want every damn inch of her.
But I need to take my time. Besides, we’re in no hurry. We have all night while the wind howls and the snow falls, as we simply wait in the safety of this place, in front of this fire.
With my eyes on her face, I lean in and press my lips to her knee. She doesn’t jerk away or demand to know what the hell I think I’m doing.
No, she bites that plump lip again and, with it caught between her teeth, lifts her head and smiles down at me.
“You okay?”
“It’s turning out to be a great day, thanks for asking.”
I love her smart mouth. Her sass and sarcasm turn me on just as much as her firm, sexy body.
So, with my hands still roaming and kneading the muscles of her leg, my mouth wanders, pressing light kisses to her skin. And when she pulls that second leg out from under the blanket and spreads herself before me, wearing just those little white panties and a black T-shirt, I feel like I’ve won the damn lottery.
“You’re beautiful.” My voice softly cuts through the silence around us, grabbing her attention. “You know that, right?”
“I’m okay,” she says, her breath catching when I gently bite the inside of her thigh. “Oh, that’s nice.”
So, the woman likes some teeth. I can work with that.
As the fire roars nearby, I take my time exploring her legs. I kiss her calves, under her knees, and up the inside of those thighs until I’m mere inches from home plate.
And then I scoot up closer to her, clutching the hem of her tee in my hand, and push it up her stomach so I can uncover the skin there and continue my exploration.
Her fingers dive into my hair, and her breath comes faster. She’s so damn responsive, so amazing. I want to strip out of my clothes and plunge so deep inside of her that I make us both see stars.
But I’m taking it slow.
She shoves the shirt over her head, and with her lavender-blue eyes hot on mine, she slips out of her bra and lies back once more, offering herself to me in the most stunning display I’ve ever seen in my damn life.
“If I wasn’t already on my knees…” I have to swallow, unable to finish the thought before my mouth fuses to one perky nipple, and my hands take over, finished with the whole going-slow idea as Remi’s hands pull on my clothes with impatience.
“Wanna see you,” she says breathlessly. “You’re just so tall and tanned and hot.”
I grin down at her. “You think I’m hot?”
“What do you think? I don’t tear my clothes off for just anyone.”
With a satisfied smile, I help her with my shirt, but before she can make a beeline for my pants, I cover her once more and kiss her long and slow, sinking into her softness. She’s sweet and so damn potent, I have to pull back to catch my breath.
“Christ, I’m about to take you here on the floor, and I haven’t even kissed you properly.”
She licks her lips. “You can do that again.”
“Gladly.”
We become a frenzy of lips and hands, and she manages to get my pants undone, sliding her hand down into my underwear, wrapping a magical hand around my dick, and holding firmly.
“Well, hellllllo,” she says in satisfaction.
“He says hi back.” I nibble her lips, worry her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and when her hand starts to move faster, I pull back and spread her legs wide.
If I let her keep jacking me off, I’ll make a damn fool of myself.
Instead, I tug her panties to the side and lean in to tease. To taste. To make her fucking crazy.
“Seth!” Her legs start shaking as an orgasm moves through her, and I grin against her, pleased as hell to watch her fall apart. “Holy crap.”
“Again.” This time, I sit up, plunge two fingers inside of her, and press my thumb against her hard clit. “Come again for me, Remi.”
She shakes her head, but she can’t control it. Her pussy pulses around my fingers as she flies even higher than before.
“Holy crap,” she says again, completely out of breath. “Your turn.”