“And you can go back to grinding on me again. Just because I’m not going to take you doesn’t mean I don’t wanna know how needy you are for it.”
Fuck me.
Literally, all my mind can manage when the man talks like this.
“If you want to go slow, you can’t talk to me like that.”
“Oh, I can do both, Princess. I like torturing you.”
“You’re a sick man.”
“And you like it.” He kisses me for several more minutes before he puts distance between us again.
“All right. We have to finish the movie.”
“The movie?” I ask, still a little dazed from the loss of his mouth on mine.
“I need to know what happens after they fuck. If she’s gonna leave the husband and run away with him, or if she’s just using him for the sex.”
He hits the play button, and I climb off his lap. I curl up next to him and he wraps an arm around me like this is just a normal night for us. When I can think past how confused I am, I feel the little twist and flutter in my chest. Easton Westfield is cuddling with me and invested in a fictional romance, and I’m pretty sure I like it. I’ll worry about what kind of problem that is tomorrow.
NINETEEN
Easton
We’veall spent the day on the slopes with the exception of Liam and Wren. Liam was sitting it out as he’s still doing some PT for his knee, and Wren wasn’t interested in learning to ski. I’d tried to talk her into it, but she said she was going to hang out with Liam for a bit and then try to do some reading, and I hadn’t wanted to argue with her.
I’d almost stayed with her, in the hopes of getting a few more hours alone, except it would have thrown up flags for our friends because I love skiing, and I had no good excuse not to go. Plus, I don’t want to suffocate her. I just can’t help knowing that every hour that ticks by is one less I’m going to have with her. It feels like sand in an hourglass running out, and I’ve already had so little time to convince her to begin with.
So now that we’re sitting in the lobby overlooking the slopes having a post-day drink, I’m anxious to see what she’s up to.
Having fun?
Wren
Yes. Liam and I did snow yoga and now I’m getting some reading in. Curled up by the fire. You having fun?
I smirk at the idea of her sweet little butt curled up on the couch in front of the fire reading a book. And all the things I could do to her.
“Hi! I couldn’t help noticing you out on the slopes. You’re good. Do you ski a lot?” A curvy brunette sidles up to the bar next to me, and I blink as I realize our friends have mostly moved to the other side of the room, busy pointing at something outside and discussing it while I’ve been daydreaming about Wren.
“Uh, yeah. It’s a hobby when I have the time.” I give her half a smile. I’m not interested, but I don’t want to be rude. We’d decided to come to a different resort to ski for the day, and the guys had been giving me shit all afternoon about the temptation of ski bunnies.
The weird thing is, as I look at the woman, I don’t register that she’s gorgeous. That before I might have been very interested in going back to her room for a quick afternoon fuck, but as it stands, I have zero. There’s only one woman who makes me want right now, and fuck if it isn’t frightening me a little.
“Me too. I love it here. Especially this time of year. What are you drinking?” She eyes my glass.
“An old fashioned.”
“I’ll have what he’s having.” She points to my glass and motions to the bartender. Then her eyes flash back to me. “Anything else you’re having this afternoon that I might like?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I gotta get back to my friends. We’re all here on a trip together so…”
Her hand goes to my arm, and she leans in a little, her smile widens, and her lashes lower as she slides her eyes over me.
“They won’t miss you if you take a quick break, will they?”
