I rolled my eyes and put two in her hand.
“Live a little, Taylor.”
We walked up to the loading area for the gondolas, and I guided Taylor over to the covered awning and where heat lamps added warmth to the blustery cold.
“Wait here. I’ll get our tickets.”
I went to the ticket window and paid for a private gondola over the black run course.
I rejoined Taylor and pointed toward the gondola that was waiting at the deck on the other side of the loading area. As we walked toward it, I put my hand on her upper back and explained where this one went.
“This is ours over here. It won’t be full of skiers or tourists trying to get to the top, so you’ll be able to see the lights all over Aspen without anyone in your way. Well, except me.”
I nodded my greeting to the operator and handed him our tickets. “Slow, please. We’re sightseeing,” I told him.
He nodded and then motioned for us to step inside. “Watch your head, sir,” he said before I stepped inside. He closed the door, securing it, and walked to the podium to send us on our way.
“Speaking of that, I noticed your siblings are all tall. Are your other siblings and your parents tall?”
“It’s the Nordic bloodlines. My brothers and father are all 6’3” and 6’4” and my sisters and mom range from probably 5’8” to 5’10” or so,” I said.
As the gondola climbed, the lights of Aspen came into view. With the snow flurries fluttering around quicker now, it was like we were in our own little snow globe. I wrapped my arm around her and pointed out where Lombardi’s was.
“It’s so beautiful.” Taylor’s eyes were moving all around, looking at everything in the lighted town below.
“See over there?” I pointed to Michael’s Black Diamond Hotel. “There’s Michael’s Aspen resort. I know you’ve been to it several times but wasn’t sure if you’ve seen it from the air.”
“It’s gorgeous. So picturesque.”
I guided Taylor to the opposite side of the gondola. This side was almost dark except for a few lights sprinkled around. I pointed to a small clearing between some trees that was barely visible with the snowfall.
“Down there is my favorite black run.”
As my hand moved up and down her arm, she leaned her head against my chest.
“Can you ski it? The general ski population avoids those runs.”
“I grew up skiing those runs. My parents always had us skiing or snowboarding. My oldest brother, Sterling, used to take me out on it. He told me never to be afraid of these slopes.”
“Those runs can be dangerous, though. They’re steep.”
I shrugged.
“For novices.”
Taylor raised her head from my chest and looked up at me.
“Are you a novice at anything?” Her sultry voice and brown eyes were pulling me in. I calmly shook my head and smiled at her.
“Nothing comes to mind.”
I turned her body to face mine, then lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers. Our lips moved fervidly as our need to consume one another became too much to ignore. My hands found their way inside her coat and settled on her hips while our tongues wrestled in our mouths. Her hand went to my groin, and as she palmed my hard-on, I moved one of my hands to her breast and squeezed.
“Mmm, God, Sawyer,” she quickly mumbled against my lips.
“I bet you’re wet,” I murmured.
Her hand found its way to my zipper and pulled it down. She reached into my pants and ran her fingertips along what she could reach of my shaft. Our tongues couldn’t get enough of one another, and her hands desperately searched for the fly of my boxer briefs. Seeing Taylor this needy for my cock drove me wild.
