“This doesn’t mean I’m not sneaking into the kitchen later to bake cookies.” I sighed, melting against him because resistance was pointless, but also because the water felt amazing and so did he.
“And I’ll help, because I agree. Nothing boosts morale coming back to work like a good old food bribe.”
“You’ll help?”
“Yep. And I promise not to set your kitchen on fire.” He lifted my chin with a possessive hand around my throat so he could kiss me, smiling. “But until then, you’reminefor today.”
A thrill rolled through me at the way he said it. “Yes, yours for today,” I agreed as he backed me against the tiled wall.
His lips seared mine, water streaming over our skin, turning our bodies slick with heat. He trailed kisses down my throat, then lower, catching the bead of water that slid between my breasts with his tongue. My breath stuttered, and his growl vibrated against my ribs. But when he nudged my leg up around his hip, and his thumb pressed on my clit with the right amount of pressure, I let out a sound I couldn’t define, wild in my ears.
His wicked grin came too easily. “There she is.”
Two fingers entered my channel, and I moaned his name. My body lit up, stretched deliciously from last night. He moved another finger inside of me, pumping in a way that weakened my knees. His other hand braced around my waist, holding meagainst the wall. I bit my lip while he watched me intensely in a way no one had ever looked at me before.
“Fuck, you’re the gift that keeps on giving, Frosty,” he cursed into my ear, like I was the most priceless gift he’d ever unwrapped.
“Holden…” My back arched, water rushing over my scalp, legs shaking.
“That’s it. You’re such a good girl the way you come for me.”
His encouragement cracked my chest open, like I needed it in the most desperate way. I kissed him hard, swallowing the wave of release as it surged through me, my body jerking into his hand.
Before I could catch my breath, he lifted my legs around his hips. He guided himself between my thighs. Hot and hard and already pulsing, his cock made my body spark all over again.
God, I missed sex—the weight of someone, the heat, and closeness. Or maybe I missed having a man in my life who sees me, but not just any man. I suddenly hated the thought of the weekend ending.
Holden moved with deliberate control, thrusts rolling my body up the tile with the perfect angle that had him hitting every nerve he’d just spent minutes unraveling. I clung to his shoulders, breathing hard, water splashing around us as our bodies met again and again.
“You feel incredible,” he growled through the rhythm. “You’re the kind of woman to drive a man insane, Lilah, because he could never get enough of you.”
His words, his body, the way he held me—like this wasn’t a casual thing, like he needed me—tore through every wall I’d built to keep him in the “temporarily fun” category. Nothing temporary was supposed to feel this good.
My legs shook, and he felt it, too. He quickened his pace, his breath ragged. Pleasure broke over me again, sharper, harder,pulling him under with me. Holden thrust deep, groaned my name into my shoulder, and trembled with release as I clung to him, both of us impacted from the force of it.
We stayed like that, breathing each other in while the water pounded around us. His arms remained locked as if he couldn’t quite let go.
I should say something casual. Remind us again that this is a fling. A Christmas indulgence. Nothing more.
“Best Christmas ever,” he whispered, his breath feathering across my skin.
“Yes, best.” I rested my forehead against his, heart racing, and let the truth whisper through me…Maybe I want more than a fling.
13
BUNNY STREAKING
HOLDEN
I’d never before takenthe woman I just slept with into my luxury ski shop and told her she could have carte blanche. We walked into Quest Outfitters, and my chest puffed up a little.
Floor-to-ceiling windows showed off my white mountain. Racks of top-end gear gleamed—bright boards, sleek skis, goggles, helmets. We had coats and pants, too, from premiere designers in every shade, appealing to both serious winter sports enthusiasts and wealthy celebs who just wanted to be photographed on the slopes.
Lilah wandered in behind me, hair loose around her shoulders, still damp from our shower. She looked satisfied as fuck, and I patted myself on the back for contributing.
“Well?” I swept an arm around the shop. “Pick anything. Board, boots, jacket. I’ll even let you choose the color.”
Her mouth quirked. “You’llletme?”
