“What can you do now?”
The gondola slows, for what I can only assume is more people getting on and off.
Not the kind of getting off we’re doing.
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers.” I slip one inside, feeling how wet she is for me. “Have you been like this all night?”
“No.”
“No?” I pull back slightly.
Her brown eyes are heavy-lidded with lust.
“I’ve been on edge like this since I walked into that damn gym. How is it you always have this effect on me?”
Pulling the neck of her dress down, I bite into the soft skin there. Marking her as mine. Because after that confession, how can I not?
“You make me feel the exact same way, Audrey.”
“You’ve been walking around with a hard-on since I came back?”
“Well, not quite,” I laugh. “That would be inappropriate.”
“Maybe that’s something I can take care of later?”
Audrey squeezes my finger as I pump it in and out of her. She takes me easily. It has me imagining it’s my dick.
“Make me come first, and I’ll make you come later.” She throws her head back on my shoulder, grinding down on my hand. “That feels so good.”
The lights from the lift reflect off the snow. Skiers zig-zag their way down the mountainside.
“Do you think all those people down there can see us? What do you think they’d do if they looked up here and saw my hands under the front of your dress?”
I slip a second finger inside of her. Her hands tighten on the rail, going white.
“They’d probably crash.”
My other hand sneaks between the fabric of her dress and bra, cupping her breast. Her nipple is hard. I love feeling what I do to this woman.
“Look at them.” My words are a demand. Her head tips forward. “Going about their night without a care in the world. Not knowing what we’re doing up here.”
“Not knowing that you’re about to give me the best orgasm of my life.”
She hunches over, holding onto the railing with clenched fists. Knuckles white as I increase my pace.
We’re getting closer and closer to reaching the bottom of the mountain. If she doesn’t come soon…
The heel of my hand presses down on her clit. She’s close. I can feel it with how tight she’s strangling my fingers.
I sink my teeth into her neck, marking her again. I want to see the proof that this woman is mine.
“Come on, baby.” I tug her earlobe between my teeth. Tweak her nipple. Curve my fingers inside of her and feel her start to shudder.
“Logan!” she shouts, coming unglued. “Holy shit!”
She holds my hand still inside of her as she rides out the waves of her pleasure.
Chest heaving. Nipple still hard under my touch. My hand drenched with her release.
