Was it possible? His body temperature cranked. Was he in love with Neve Angel?
He grabbed her hips, hauling her against him, claiming her mouth, sucking her skin as if he could draw out the truth.
They were fully clothed except in their most intimate places. Fitting. They’d always guarded themselves around each other. Threw up armor. But there was no lie in the slick wet saturating his cock, slicking his sac. And none in the aching thickness of his cock.
She rode him with a grinding hunger. The wind screamed against the gondola windows, steaming from their heat and breath.
He grabbed her by the neck and took over the rhythm. She hung on, practically sobbing as he drove into her center, true and hard. He didn’t even have to touch her clit. From the way she trembled, he could tell she was about to come from this and this alone.
Her velvet softness was tight, so tight, and yet she had just enough room to give him full access, bury himself to the hilt.
Her hips churned, her greedy body not yet satisfied. Needing everything. “Fuck, fuck, oh God, fuck.”
He slowed until his lunges were brutally tender, gently punishing. Her flesh swelled, plumped up and primed. Ready to take every inch of his plunging cock.
“Neve. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Want to know why I haven’t been with anyone in so long? Because I’ve only craved you.”
She closed her eyes as he groaned her name again and fell quietly apart, lips parted, mouth drawn in ecstasy. He couldn’t stop watching as his own orgasm bore down.
At the peak of the build she opened her eyes and looked right into his. “Tor.”
She didn’t say anything else, and didn’t have to.
They were on the precipice of something big.
As they teetered they held each other close. Amazed. Awestricken and humbled. They might both be coming but he didn’t have a fucking clue where they were going.
Chapter Seventeen
The next morning Neve watched the snow fall as Tor drove around the roundabout on the way out of Telluride’s box canyon. Two elk bent near the shoulder, stoically chewing a few dried brown blades of grass. She hadn’t managed to catch a wink last night and was jittery from sleeplessness and the triple-shot latte she’d guzzled before departing.
After the gondola lift, they’d gone back to their room and made love two more times, each more intense than the last. When it was finally over, she hadn’t wanted the magical night to end so instead watched him sleep, feeling a little bit creepy but not all that sorry.
Not even the ghosts of feuding lovers dared haunt her peace.
So this was what it felt like to be cherished by a man. Her body was sore with it.
Praying the two Dramamine she’d popped with breakfast did the job, she flicked on her phone to text Scott the news that he’d have to learn to live with disappointment. Her job was to write assigned stories, but she was nothing if she didn’t have integrity behind her. This trip was on her private time, in her private life.
She wasn’t going to use it as material.
“You won’t get clear reception again for another forty minutes,” Tor said as they took a sharp turn. “Once we get down to the town of Ridgeway.”
“Imagine living somewhere like this.” Neve traced her fingers over the passenger window, regarding a log cabin up on the hillside. “Nestled away from the hustle and bustle of constant connection. Sounds peaceful.”
He chuckled. “I’d give you a week until you’d be scaling the closest peak trying to get faster Wi-Fi.”
“Guilty as charged.” She joined in his laugh. “I like the fantasy, but I’m not sure life is worth living without HBO GO. The silence might send me stir-crazy.”
“Can’t have that.” He flicked on the radio. It was an AM sports talk show, old-school but still considered classic. It only took a few words until she realized they were talking about the Hellions.
Tor turned it up.
“Hellions goalie Patch Donnelly found himself in hot water last night, charged with misdemeanor assault after an incident in Lower Denver. The victim, who has not been identified, was taken to hospital and released. No official word yet on what prompted the incident, but eyewitnesses have stated there had been a fight over a woman. Not sure what impact this will have on Donnelly or his future with the Hellions. The local champs have had a rough time since ending last season on a high note and—”
“Do you have any bars on your phone?” Tor glanced over, jaw tense. “It’s a long shot but... Shit. What the hell did Donnelly do this time?”
“Deep breaths. Patch has a notorious temper.” She put her hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t move, didn’t look at her. Just remained stiff and frozen as a block of ice. “Hey, remember last season, that time with the ref in the game against the Ducks? He left the penalty box to go after him. That was crazy town. I know you’ve tried to help him, but you can only lead a horse to water so much. You can’t make him—”
