I hand her the ginger ale after cracking it open. “Little sips,” I said, tilting the bottle to her lips.
I couldn’t help but watch the column over her throat as she swallowed and dirty things came to mind. I ignored the growing stiffness in my pants, because now really wasn’t the time. When I was sure she wasn’t going to vomit again, I handed her the bottle and stood up.
She looked up at me with these big doe-y eyes, and the dirty images became harder to ignore.
I swallowed hard and turned around. “I’m going to get changed really quick, and then we’re going to get you changed, so we can hit the slopes.”
I heard her groan.
I slipped out of the snow pants after unlacing the snow boots. The sweater came off next, and the under layer I had on. Both reeked of vomit. I walked back over to the bathroom, where I found Aimee curled on her side on the floor. Her eyes tracked my body—the bare expanse of my chest, the tight fitting thermals I’d pulled on this morning. And I knew she was probably getting an eyeful of how her heated stare was making me feel, but I couldn’t feel ashamed.
I totally should because she was sick and hungover and me fantasizing about her was wrong. But despite it all, her eyes heated and I wanted nothing more than to pick up where we left off last night.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked, pulling on a clean shirt before crouching down.
Brushing hair out of her face, I checked her over. The bottle of ginger ale was clutched to her chest, her temple pressed into the floor.
She blinked slowly and swallowed. “As long as I don’t move, I think I’ll be okay.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” I said, sighing.
She mumbled something about how much she loved the tile in this bathroom, but I paid her no attention. I bent over and scooped her off the floor, throwing her over my shoulder. She yelped, startled.
“I promised you skiing, so we’re skiing. You can come back and make out with my bathroom floor after—though, I can totally recommend something much more satisfying to kiss,” I said.
“Lukas, put me down,” she said, smacking my back.
Maybe it was testing a boundary, but I brought my hand up and smacked her ass. It was a loud satisfyingcrack. She gasped and then hissed in a breath. I knew she was about to retaliate—I expected nothing less—so I dropped her from my shoulder onto the bed, where she bounced once. She made to bolt upright, but I dropped down over her, my left knee pressing into the bed by her hip, my hands on the bed, on either side of her face. She stilled as I moved in closer.
“Be careful what you ask for Aimee,” I whispered along her cheek.
I heard the stuttering intake of breath and I shifted closer, as my lips just barely ghosted along her heated skin.
“I’m not kidding when I say that I’ve wanted to kiss you for longer than you could imagine, and I’m in the business of giving you anything…andeverythingyou could ever want or desire.”
I shifted my weight to one hand and used the other one to brush hair off her face. It was soft and silky and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands through it, tangle in it…tug it.
“Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?” I whispered.
“I have vomit breath,” she said, turning her face away from mine.
I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. I leaned in closer, my chest pressing down on hers—just enough to keep her there, but not enough to crush her. I watched in mild amusement as she clamped her lips shut, but that didn’t stop me. I pressed mine to hers, and then her nose, and then her cheek and then back to her lips. I wanted to devour her, but I knew she wouldn’t let me until she brushed her teeth.
I pressed one more quick close mouth kiss to her lips and then stood up, dragging her into a sitting position at the same time. I grabbed another pair of snow pants, and slipped back into the ski boots.
I looked at her outfit of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt.
“You’re going to have to change,” I said. “Do you have snow pants and a down jacket?”
“I have a jacket, but I don’t have pants.”
“Okay, we’ll get you some when we get you fitted for boots and skis. Do I need to come with you to get changed?”
“I do notneedyou to come with me,” she said, huffing.
I grinned. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Absolutely not,” she said and stood up.
