“You’re not.”
My hands tightened at her hips, bringing her closer, claiming her lips. Her fingers slid into my hair, careful not to pull her shoulders, nails grazing my scalp in a way that made heat roar through my body.
“What are we doing, Holden?” she whispered against my mouth when we came up for air.
“Helping you forget your injuries?” I suggested. “Want me to stop?”
Her answer came in the form of another kiss, more urgent this time, her mouth opening to mine, hips shifting just enough that I felt it all the way to my toes.
I held her like she might break if I wasn’t careful, and moved with her slowly at first, giving her all the control over how much she could handle with her tender skin. Our kisses turned hotter, needier, her breath ragged as she rocked against me.
Tugging aside her bikini bottom, I fingered through her slick folds, finding her clit, flicking and rubbing it. Intent on pleasuring her, there was no stopping until the blankets slid off her shaking body and the moans of my name multiplied.
“There’s my beautiful girl, coming undone for me.” I almost came undone in my pants.
She collapsed against me, boneless, but as I learned, it only took her a moment to rev back up. Eager to please me next, she clawed at my pants, where heat pooled.
“Looking for this, my little bunny?” I shoved them down and brought out my thick, veiny cock.
“Mm. There he is.” She wiggled between my legs, worshipping me like I was the king of the mountain. Last Christmas I had no one; this year, I had Lilah and the way her hands worked my shaft up and down so good.
It wouldn’t take long for me to come. Her tongue teased and swiped at the precum, and her mouth sucked me in. When she deep throated me, I was gone, her lack of gag reflex catching me off-guard.
“You get me so excited. See what you do to me?” I growled, holding her head and thrusting into her throat until my cock throbbed. On a groan, I pulsed my release into her mouth. Like a very good girl, she swallowed every drop. “Fuck yes.” I collapsed against the coach, satisfied and weak.
The details blurred for awhile with the crackle of the fire. When the room had gone quieter and the thrill had faded, our breaths back to normal, she lay sprawled on my chest, one hand idly tracing patterns over my sternum. The blankets were haphazardly draped over the lower half of us, keeping clear of her aching shoulders.
I smoothed my palm over her hair. “Are you okay?”
“Considering I’m burned, exhausted, and have just engaged in a mind-blowing fling with my boss? Yes.”
I laughed, satisfied with how things turned out this weekend. Of all people to be stuck with here, I couldn’t be happier it was her. “On a scale of best fling ever to regretting it, where do we stand?”
“Think I’m going to feed your healthy ego by saying this was the best?” She teased.
“Why not? Especially if well deserved.”
A long pause had me squirming.
Finally, she admitted, “When this is over, I’ll have no regrets I got into that broken cot with you.”
“Same,” I agreed, except for the subtle reminder that this would end, that we’d have to wake up to reality at some point. The likelihood of her falling back into being Icy Chef Lilah instead of my snuggly little Frosty was more than I could handle. But we didn’t have to end, did we?
“Hey, about the fling,” I started before I could stop myself. She tensed in my arms as I searched for the right words. “Maybe we don’t end it. We see what happens. No pressure. Just you and me for as long as it feels good.”
Vulnerability flickered in her eyes as she lifted and studied my face for a moment. “Okay, Mr. Snowman, no counting the days and nights then.”
“Only the ones that matter.” I kissed the top of her head, holding her a little tighter as she drifted to sleep. For once, Christmas became more than a date on a calendar, but the beginning of something I didn’t want to end.
15
SNOWGLOBE MAGIC
LILAH
“Hands off.”I swatted Holden away from the stacks of cookies lined up with military precision on the kitchen counter. He’d finally let me go back to work once we’d woken up the day after Christmas—but only after he chased me around the lobby and caught me and fooled around with me against the hotel front desk.
From there to the kitchen, and from the spa to the library, and on the mountain itself, reminders of us were everywhere. This place was ours, even if he was the only owner. I’d never be able to enter the lodge and not see us together everywhere now, and laugh and swoon all over again, which inspired an entirely new set of worries.
