We were carrying our gear, ski clothes tucked under our arms for the short walk back to the Inn. Both of us were still wearing our lounge pants and t-shirts, not wanting to pull the cold and damp snow gear back on, not even our base layers.
Perrin was nudging my hip every few steps, as we walked and joked back and forth,and me doing the same. Anything to touch bodies, to build the heat that naturally settled between us. I knew it was just a matter of time before the switch would flip, and the contact would turn into something more intense.
Sometimes, there is no denying chemistry.
By the time we got to the door of the Inn, there was breathless anticipation, and electric sparks on my skin at every look. We turned into the room that housed the large ski lockers and placed our gear in them; I left my bundle of clothes there as well. It took me a minute to pull out of my ski boots, enough to knock against Jack, although I really didn’t mean to.
His hands caught my hips, and I turned in the circle of his arms, meeting his lips and pushing him to the wall. His lips were soft and demanding with the sexy scratch of rough stubble starting to fade to soft. But God, just that softness and scratch of our faces against each other was sensory overload. The taste of him alone was intoxicating enough.
I had no interest in having someone who didn’t want me, or having someone in a way they didn’t want. And having Jack Mann under me made me want to take him apart all at once, until he was nothing but pleading and need.
Instinctively, I put my hand on his throat, feeling heat and pulse under smooth skin. I placed his lips where I wanted them.
Those goddamned lips are going to kill me.
He could get out of the hold easily if he wanted to, and I felt a whole new warm rush under my skin when he didexactly the opposite. Instantly, his breath caught and his whole demeanor changed from a hungry mouth meeting mine to him melting against me and I felt him tremble slightly against my lips.
The hand to the throat had done it, no matter how lightly placed. I felt like I just won the goddamn sex lottery, and I had to bite down my own moan that wanted to shutter out of me.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice ragged and deep, accented even to my own ears and we had done little more than kiss.
“Mmmm,fuck, yes, I - I do,” Jack answered, and the evidence of that was pressed hard against me. His eyes were glassy, like he was already in low orbit, ready for me to make him fly.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, lips moving to his ear, with my hand still on this throat. I traced his skin with my lips and open-mouthed kisses. Jack’s skin was soft, and smelled like a mix of sandalwood and vanilla and something less easy to determine - like sunshine or just the clean smell of someone who spends a lot of time outdoors. It was all masculine and washed over me in waves.
Jack didn’t answer immediately, but made sounds more like whimpers than anything else as I kissed him thoroughly, moving from mouth to neck and back. I ran a hand slightly under the band of his pants, just enough to tease that delicious trail of hair that ran down his abdomen and that was what pushed him over to finally talking.
“Perrin.Perrin,” Jack whispered, demanding and needy all at once as he said my name like others might breathe “please” in the heat of the moment.
I growled under my breath at his use of my name - before I even knew I was doing it. We had been circling each other, but for him to know it was me mattered in a way that told me this was already veering off of hook-up territory.
Jack was so fucking sexy and responsive, and my name on his panted and desperate breath was . . .fucking hell. . .clicheas it was, it was working for me. Too damn well, probably.
I ran my hands over him, finally feeling all the muscle and skin I had been dreaming about since I got to Bear Valley. I teased his lip with my mouth, but held his hips back from the friction he wanted.
Not just yet.
“Gottatell me what you want, Jack,” I told him, placing my hand lightly back to his throat where I could stroke a thumb over his Adam’s apple between kisses on his lips. He tipped his head up for me to drink from them, urging me to give him more. Jack was so responsive he didn’t have to tell me a damn thing, but I needed him to. Something told me it would be part of making him come undone.
“Your body is telling me everything I want toknow, but I gottahearit,” I said, moving then to nip hard kisses at his neck.
Jesus christI was drowning in Jack Mann.
“Fuck me, Perrin,” he said clearly against my mouth, giving and taking just as much as I was. “Do you do that? Do you want . . .”
The words started spilling out, and the rougher I got with my kisses, the more he talked.
Hmmm, that was definitely sexy as hell.
His chest heaved with the words, and those beautiful blue-green eyes were blown, lips swollen. Jack was responding toeverything.
“Your room?” I suggested, trying to catch my own breath.
He led me to the elevator, and as soon as he punched in the code to take us to his floor, I bracketed his body, my chest pressed to his back, and my arms caging in each side. I could feel the perfect slope of his round ass under me, and I putone arm around him at the waist, and another from hip to shoulder, pressing his ass hard against my cock.
Jack moaned under my kisses at his neck.
“You sure, Jack?” I asked. “I’m not going to be able to go slow, sweetheart.” I had already guessed he didn’t want me to, but I needed this to be clear between us. I wasn’t going to fuck up sex with Jack, not if I could help it. And I wasn’t just here for one time.
