That does it.
Pleasure rips through me so hard my whole body goes taut.
I come with a cry into his shoulder, shaking under him while he keeps fucking me through it, and a second later he follows with a broken groan, burying his face in my neck as his whole body locks above me.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then he kisses the side of my throat once, twice, and lowers us carefully back into the bed.
I lie there trying to remember how breathing works.
“Well,” I say eventually.
He lifts his head.
I turn toward him, still wrecked. “That was also very supportive of my dreams.”
He stares at me for one suspended second.
Then he laughs.
A real one.
Low and brief and gorgeous enough to make me want to earn another.
His arm hooks around my waist and drags me against him.
“You’re trouble.”
I smile against his chest. “You started it.”
I curl deeper into the man wrapped around me and think that maybe my whole life was just waiting for me to get snowed with a sexy lumberjack.
Chapter 6
Lexie
It’safterlunchthenext day when the storm finally breaks.
Not all at once. Just slowly enough that I do not notice at first, too busy sitting at the tiny table by the window, staring down at my laptop and trying to process the fact that my whole life seems to have changed in less than forty-eight hours.
Outside, the world has gone bright and white and dripping. Snow still clings to the trees, but the sky has cleared to a pale blue, and sunlight glints off everything like the mountain decided to show off after trapping us inside.
Weston noticed the road first.
He stood by the window for a long second, looking out, then turned back to me with that steady, unreadable expression that does ridiculous things to my pulse.
“I’ve got to check on a few things,” he said. “Some deliveries. Make sure nobody’s got storm damage.”
I tried not to look too disappointed.
Failed, probably.
Because his whole face softened, and he came over, cupped the back of my neck, and kissed me with the kind of hunger that made leaving me for a couple of hours seem like a personal offense.
“I’m coming back,” he murmured against my mouth.
Which was a very unfair thing to say to a woman already half in love with him.
