Part of me was jealous because he’d gotten to taste her first, the lucky bastard. But more than that—so much more than that—I was relieved, because maybe it meant Landon was finally letting himself live again, finally letting himself have something good instead of drowning in grief and guilt over John. If Zoe could bring him back from that dark place, then I owed her everything.
“I’ll teach you anything you want,” I said, smiling. “Meet me tonight.”
I tookher to an empty guest room where the residents, a wealthy, older power couple, had flown off in a helicopter that morning—I’d been on the slopes giving a lesson and saw them leave. I found out from the front desk that they’d be gone for two nights, which meant we had the place to ourselves, including the hot tub.
“We’re sneaking in here?” Zoe whispered as I unlocked the door.
“Do you want your extra credit session or not?”
She bit her lip, then nodded.
The room was luxurious with dark wood and soft lighting, and in the corner, the hot tub was already heated with steam rising from the surface.
The moment the door shut behind us, I grabbed her, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her. Hard.
She moaned, her wrists linking behind my neck as I ran my hands over her incredible body.
“Take your clothes off,” I said. Maybe I should’ve offered small talk or some shit like that, but I couldn’t wait—and I was fairly sure she couldn’t either.
But then she hesitated, and I could see the self-consciousness creeping in. So I started first, pulling off my shirt, then my jeans. By the time I was naked and stepping into the water, she was starting to relax.
She undressed slowly, and I forced myself not to stare. Well, not stare too obviously. But holy shit, she was fucking incredible.
When she was ready, I held out a hand, helping her step into the hot tub. “Whatwe’re about to do is… well, it’s a big step from the last lesson,” I said. “So let’s start by getting you relaxed.”
I sat down in the corner of the tub, my legs spread wide and the warm water swirling past my cock and balls. I tugged her down, seating her in front of me. I massaged her shoulders and neck, working out the tension I could feel there.
She sighed and leaned back against me.
The hot water felt incredible. And having her naked body against mine felt even better. I could feel myself getting hard, my cock pressing against her lower back.
But I kept my hands on her shoulders, her arms, her back. Just touching her. Helping her loosen up.
Finally, she turned around in my arms and kissed me.
“I want to learn,” she said, her gaze dropping to where my hard cock waited for her. “But I can’t hold my breath underwater for that long.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
I stood up and settled on the edge of the hot tub, my feet still in the water, my legs spread wide.
She stared at how hard and ready I was, her eyes wide.
“It’s so big,” she breathed.
“You already knew that,” I reminded her. She’d felt how hard she made me before.
“Yeah, but… to see it—you—up close and personal like this… wow.” She swallowed hard. “Will that fit in my… in… well, in me anywhere?”
I grinned at the image that brought up. “Let’s start with your mouth. Your hands, actually.”
She knelt in front of me. Her head and shoulders were out of the water, and from this angle, it looked like her perfect breasts were floating on the swirling water.
“If you could see this view…” I said, looking down at her.
She was beautiful. Water droplets on her skin. The ends of her hair wet and slicked back. Her eyes looking up at me with a mixture of nervousness and determination.
“Okay,” I said, trying to focus. “Start with your hand. Just wrap it around the base. Not too tight.”
