“No way. I’d make a fool out of myself.”
“Please?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.” We took our time going through the maze and watching her glide so effortlessly made me watch her body more intently. This side of her was sexy. Her body moved in ways that I didn’t know where possible. I growled when we got to the end of the maze, angry that my private show was over.
She gave me a chaste kiss and I rubbed my erection against her thigh. “Look what you did to me,” I said, wanting to slide that dress off and take her right here.
“What time is it?”
“We have another twenty minutes,” I groaned.
“That’s long enough, right?”
I was ready to leave two hours ago. I nodded and dragged her behind me as we left the maze. I snatched a drink from the caterer and downed a glass of champagne and spread my arm out to allow her to lead. “I’m ready when you are.”
We handed our skates in and put our other shoes back on. I wasn’t sure how she was going to walk in snow with those heels on, but she’d proved me wrong so far. Melinda still had the hem of her dress in her hand and gave me a look that could have sent me to my knees.
She ran out the door, made a right, and disappeared into the forest. While she ran, I walked. I didn't want to draw any attention to us. I said goodbye and thanks for coming to a few people I past the closer I got to the exit. The gala was going strong, and I wasn't needed, not really. I had my manager taking care of things. I whistled, taking one last look at the rink before I ran into the forest too.
Tree branches slapped against me, and snow fell in my hair, but I didn't care. I had a beautiful woman waiting for me in the chalet.
Nature knew no bounds when it came to a man on the hunt.
I was panting by the time I got to the top of the hill. The rink could be seen below, and I didn't miss it at all. I should, considering we spent a lot of money on the gala, but the entire point was to market the resort and raise funds for charity.
I’d say that was happening without me.
When I walked up the steps, leaving shoe prints in my wake, the door was wide open, and that slinky dress laid on the floor, as did the boots. I started to strip, excited to finally be able to touch her. We hadn’t been to the gala for long, but seeing her in that dress for one minute was enough for me to be enraged with need.
“Melinda?" I called out for her, but she didn't answer back. I checked the room she stayed in the last time we were there, but the bed was still made.
“Melinda?” A pleasurable groan came from the living room, and when I turned around, I saw her lying on the couch, legs spread, heels planted on the sofa—she’d apparently changed back into those upon reaching the cottage—and her fingers rubbing through her wet folds.
I walked forward, then fell to my knees on the floor, watching Melinda please herself. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she bit her lip. “Guess what I’m thinking about?”
“What?” I let my hand slid up her leg, crawling over her slowly, never taking my eyes off her fingers.
“I’m imagining what you were doing on the couch that night at my place. I saw you. Jacking off. Moaning my name.”
I paused. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. If I moved, she wouldn’t see me. “Um, well,” I scratched my head.
“I liked it,” she admitted. “It was hot. I wanted to watch you do it again, and again, and again.” She gasped when she slipped her finger inside, and while that was so hot, I wanted to be inside her now. I yanked her hand away and replaced her fingers with mine, sliding them in deep until the heated cushion had a tight grip around me, and she gripped my hair with her hands.
“I'll keep that in mind. Maybe later we can play around with that idea,” I brought my face to her pussy, inhaled the sweet honeysuckle scent, and groaned. I loved it when I got to feast on her. I swirled my tongue around her clit, and she arched her back, shoving her folds into my mouth. I held her hips, pushing her to me as much as she could go without smothering me.
“Fuck me, Chris. Please,” she moaned. “I can’t come like this.”
That had been the case in the past, maybe, but one day I was going to stay at it all day, so I could be the first to make her come like this.
“Taste yourself,” I said, dipping my tongue between her lips at the same time I slid my cock in her channel. She hummed into my mouth, appreciating her flavor as I moved. Our bodies slid together, and the closer together we pressed, the less chaos my soul felt. She took the pain away; she turned it into happiness and soothed me.
It was dangerous and addicting.
I was nowhere near the addict my brother was, but I understood the need and desperate emotion to have what made you feel better. That which you felt you’d break without. Because I was starting to feel that way about Melinda.
Without her, I’d break.
