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  Fifteen minutes of kissing Daniel without another body part touching, and I couldn’t take it any more. I let my hips drop and pressed my pussy against his rigid cock again. Bright, hot tension spiked at my core.

  He groaned and flipped us.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. He rolled his hips in a languid motion, putting pressure on me from bottom to top, and swept his tongue through my mouth. I arched to meet him. To get more.

  His fingers trailed down the inside of my arm. Traced the underside of my breast. My nipple tightened, and I did my best to shove it toward his palm. He ignored my silent request and with a nip and pull on my lower lip that made my insides quiver, left my mouth to draw his lips along my jaw. Down my neck.

  Each nibble, each slow suck, each lick, sent building waves of pleasure rippling through me. I was losing my mind, and we hadn’t even gotten to second base. Fear tightened my chest.

  I slid my hands into the silky strands of his hair and tugged until his head came up, eyes full of questions.

  “You okay?”

  I shook my head. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing, which means I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

  “Does this feel good to you?”

  “Too good.”

  “Then clearly we’ve established that I know what I’m doing.” His lips twitched. “So, we’re fine.”

  “Ha, ha.” I shoved my palm against the firm muscles of his chest. “I’m being serious.”

  “So am I.” The laughter disappeared from his eyes. One rough palm cupped my cheek. His thumb slid up and down my cheekbone in soothing strokes. His hazel eyes focused on mine. “Relax. I’ve got this. Okay?”

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  The trust in her eyes speared my heart.

  I wasn’t lying when I told Morgan I got this. Because I did. I didn’t need to have intercourse with her, much as that would be awesome. She had totally legit reasons for not wanting to go that far and I respected that.

  What I wasn’t so sure I had anymore was control of my own damn emotions.

  No woman outside my family had looked at me like that since my high school girlfriend. I sucked in a breath as the weight of that crazy-ass thought settled over me, and waited for terror to strike. Waited to feel like a pillow was being shoved down on my face.

  Nothing.

  Fuckin’ bizarre.

  But I’d figure it out later. Right now, I had more important things to think about. Like making Morgan feel fan-fucking-tastic. I was gonna taste every sweet part of her like she was the world’s best buffet.

  I stared into her eyes, letting her know it was all cool, and rocked my hips into hers. She gasped and rocked back, and fireworks shot up and down my dick.

  Chapter Twelve

  Oh. God.

  The intensity of Daniel’s gaze washed over me like a giant wave of powder—the kind that could be amazing to ski through, or could choke you until you couldn’t breathe. Unnerved, I yanked his head down and plunged my tongue into his mouth.

  He groaned, and like a switch flipped, his hands were all over me, gliding, teasing, pinching, pulling. Everywhere he touched, trails of goosebumps rose on my skin like tiny mountain ranges. His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt, pushing it up until cold air hit my nipples, followed by the heat of his palm.

  He rocked his hips again and I pulled him in hard. White lights sparked behind my eyelids. I ran my hands down the firm muscles along his spine until I cupped the tight globes of his ass. I let my head fall back, giving in to the sensations.

  His mouth found my neck, my collarbone. I scrabbled at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, desperate for more bare skin, and traced the lines of his abs until they twitched and danced under my fingertips.

  God, he was beautiful, and so responsive. Every touch made him moan—and made him take what he was doing to me to the next level. His hand replaced his cock, rubbing me through the thin layer of my long underwear while his mouth did wicked things to one nipple, then the other, and I tried not to lose my mind.

  Daniel tugged at my waistband. “I think these are in the way.”

  I swallowed down the shivering ball of excitement and trepidation lodged in my throat and reminded myself we were two adults who could control ourselves. And that I wanted this. Bad.

  “Well, we can’t have that.” I lifted my hips and he shoved my long johns down, sucking on the sensitive, exposed skin in front of my hip. When his hot mouth covered my clit, I bucked and groaned.

  Daniel sucked and licked and nibbled, and I’m pretty sure wrote the alphabet with his tongue. His little groans kept escaping around my flesh. Each one took me higher. I finally understood what it meant to be devoured.

  He flicked my clit again. I bucked and clenched his head. “OhmyGod.”

  Eyes bright, the tip of his tongue swirling around my hard bud, he lifted his head an inch. “Like that?”

  “Mmmmmmmmnnnggghhhh.” I nodded, unable to manage real words.

  “So glad.” He mumbled against my mound, the sound vibrating through me. “Because you taste better than my Eggs Daniel.”

  My giggle was cut short by his fingers pressing at my opening. He sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. His finger slid inside me and I lost all touch with reality. Became nothing but a mass of spasming, aching, vibrating cells shooting toward the stars.

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  Her body arched and twitched, and noises that didn’t sound human came out of her throat and went straight to my balls. I added a second finger. She was so wet it slid right in. So sweet I couldn’t stop eating her if I wanted to. And no fucking way did I want to.

  I ground my hips into our sleeping pads, mimicking the rhythm of my fingers sliding in and out. Pretending it was my dick inside her. I’d never fucked the floor before, but I couldn’t help it. I need a little relief. Or more sensation. Or both.

  Eyes closed, her head tossed back and forth on her pillow. Her fingers dug into my scalp, turning me on like crazy. Proof I was driving her as wild as she was driving me.

  I flicked my tongue a few more times, keeping up the pressure, then sucked and hooked my fingers against the rough spot inside her. Morgan screamed and bucked and another, bigger flood of moisture ran down my chin. It took everything I had to keep my mouth on her, my fingers in her, while she jerked and moaned. Worth it though when she came one more time.

  She tugged at my hair. Pulled my face up. “God, please. Fuck me.”

  I slid my fingers out and gripped her hips hard, struggling for self-control. “I like it when you call me God.”

  “Ha. Ha. Not funny right now.”

  “Yes, it is. And much as I want to, I’m not going fuck you. It’s not safe.”

  “You’re a Boy Scout. Don’t you have a condom?”

  “Of course I do. That’s not the point.”

  Her hips wiggled under my hands. Encouraging me. “I’m okay with it—even if this is just a one-night stand.”

  I stared into her eyes, trying to figure out where she was coming from. Trying to decide how I felt about the idea—aside from the fact I’d be breaking my promise. “What if I’m not?”

  Her mouth opened and closed. Her eyebrows knit. “Good point.”

  Shit. I didn’t want her stressing. Not after I’d just turned her boneless. “Then shut up and let me get back to what I was doing.” I slid two fingers into her again and pressed the flat of my tongue against her swollen clit.

  “Stop.”

  I lifted my head, but kept my moving fingers in and out of her. Fuck. She was so wet. So tight. Stopping was the last thing on my mind. “Why?”

  “Because I can’t take it anymore.” Her fingers tugged on my hair, pulling me away from her beautiful, delectable pussy. “And because it’s my turn.”

  “Oh, well when you put it that way…” I made my way up her body, and her hands moved to my shoulders, then my hips, yanking down my long underwear and tugg
ing me forward until I straddled her tits. She slipped her arms under my legs and wrapped her hands around my ass cheeks.

  My dick bobbed in front of her face, her warm breath making me tingle. A drop of pre-cum glistened in the firelight, and the tingling ran down to my balls. She ran her tongue around her lips and pulled my hips closer.

  Lifting her head, she closed her eyes and wrapped her mouth around my cock.

  Oh. Hell yeah.

  I kept my wits together long enough to stuff an extra pillow under head. Then her moan vibrated through me, and she swirled her tongue around my shaft, and it was my turn to groan and buck. I was already so close to coming, and the sight of her, a half-smile on those beautiful lips with my cock sliding in and out between them. Damn.

  “Keep that up, and I’m going to blow. Soon,” I ground out between clenched teeth.

  She sucked harder. An electric sting shot through my tight balls and straight up my spine. My hands hit the sleeping pad above her head, and I tried not to fuck her mouth, but my hips twitched. She moaned and pulled my ass in harder until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and she couldn’t take any more.

  One of her hands came around and gripped my base nice and tight. Just how I liked it. The other slipped down my ass crack until her fingertips traced the line between my dick and balls. That was all she wrote. I exploded into her mouth, and she sucked and squeezed and pulled and I thought for sure I’d died and gone to heaven.

  When she let go, I flopped over on my side of the sleeping pads, chest heaving, and reached out with one arm to drag her against me. Because six inches of space between us was six inches too many.

  She smiled and licked her lips. “That, was amazing.”

  My dick twitched. “That, is a hell of an understatement.”

  “I take it you enjoyed it too?”

  “Duh.” I laughed and pulled her in closer, until her leg splayed over mine and her head rested on my chest. “If I was smarter, we’d have been doing this all season.”

  “At least we still have tomorrow morning. If we’re not too exhausted.”

  “Babe, I’ll never be too exhausted to make love to you.”

  “Easy to say when we won’t see each other again after tomorrow.”

  “We could.”

  A heavy pause hung between us. “What?”

  “See each other again.”

  She shook her head, her hair rubbing my chest. “No way. I don’t know where I’m going to be this summer. And you don’t do relationships, remember?” She put her chin on my chest and looked at me, eyes too bright. And not with post-orgasm glow.

  I brushed the hair off her forehead. “And I told you I wasn’t okay with this being a one-nighter. Remember?”

  She blinked slow a couple of times and swallowed. “Then it’s a good thing we have the morning.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  My eyelids glowed a bright, pinkish-orange. I lay still, not wanting to disturb Daniel. Not wanting to undo the pretzel of our legs, or lose the steadying warmth of his hand on my waist.

  Unfortunately, I needed to finish closing up the hut, then return to the “real world”. A world where I wasn’t sleeping with this incredible, sweet, sexy-as-hell man.

  I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming through the windows, and his hazel ones inches away. The corners crinkled with a smile, and he kissed the tip of my nose. “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  His hand left my waist and snaked around to the back of my neck, sliding under my hair, pulling me in. Closing the distance until his mouth met mine. Nudging and nuzzling, he kissed me with soft, gentle sweeps of his lips. The emotions flowing from those kisses went straight to my heart—where they did not belong.

  In slow, massaging circles, one hand slid down my neck, across my shoulder, along the swells and dips of my side, until it closed around my ribs. His thumb traced the line just below my breast.

  I shifted and pressed my body against his, trapping his hard on between us. I wanted what I couldn’t have. But dammit, I was going to take what I could get. Shoving my fingers into his hair, I pulled him in, deepening the kiss.

  Then I was on my back and he was on top of me, hips between my legs, nothing between his hard cock and my already wet and tingling pussy. His hair fell around our faces in a shimmering gold curtain, hiding us in a secret, special world only we shared. A world I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to leave.

  He pressed against me and groaned. Lightning shot up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and angled my hips to meet his. His tongue searched my mouth; mine searched his.

  Our pace picked up, the slick friction building into something big and bold about to explode deep inside me. He rested his forehead against mine, face and neck tense. I missed his lips until he slipped a hand between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing fast circles across it. The bomb between my legs went off in a dazzling array of lights and sounds.

  “Oh. Babe. Yes.” He thrust against me two, three more times. His cum shot over my stomach in arcing spurts until he collapsed, his body weight pinning his hand between us.

  I reveled in the heavy comfort of him on top of me, trying to figure out how dry humping like teenagers could be this intense. If we ever had actual intercourse, I wasn’t sure my body, or my heart, would survive.

  He slid his hand out, and he pressed into a push up, his lean, sculpted chest hanging above me. I ran my fingers down his abs, memorizing each ridge and valley.

  “Good morning.” He smiled.

  “I suppose it is.”

  “Especially if I get to wake up with you.” He dropped his lips to my forehead, my cheek, my mouth. My eyes burned. I closed them, pushing down the emotions threatening to well up and ruin everything. Our time together would end soon enough. I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

  “You’re sweet.”

  “Glad you think so.” He grinned. “I hate to get out of bed, but we’ve got things to do. Let’s get cleaned up and I’ll make you breakfast.”

  “Hard to say no to that.”

  I peeled myself out of bed, slid on my long johns, and headed for the outhouse.

  Dave Matthews Band filtered out through the log walls of the cabin, along with Daniel’s slightly off-key tenor, singing about love every day.

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  Morgan’s arms wrapped around my waist and I gunned the snowmobile, wishing she’d keep her arms around me forever. Wishing I could slow down time. In a few hours, she’d be on her road trip and I’d be on my way to Seattle. And unless I did something about it, we might never see each other again. That was so not gonna work for me.

  No way was this over between us. Maybe we’d have to put it on pause for the summer, but I could wait to be with her next winter. And the following summer. And the winter after that.

  Fuckin’ crazy. I let her in a little, and now I didn’t want to get her out.

  Mom always told me when I fell, I’d fall hard. Guess she was right. As usual.

  We pulled into the base area way sooner than I wanted. I drove through the handful of skiers milling around near the lifts and over to employee housing, and cut the engine. The roar kept ringing in my ears.

  Morgan perched her chin on my shoulder. “Thanks for the ride. And all your help. And a wonderful last day and morning.”

  “My pleasure.” Damn. So much truth in those two words.

  I’d totally make all her days and mornings and nights wonderful if she’d let me. I curled my hand over hers and squeezed.

  The front door of the employee housing building opened, and a slightly younger, not as pretty version of Morgan walked out.

  “Taya!” Morgan slid her hand out from under mine, and swung her leg off the machine. Her boots squelched in the slush.

  I snagged her wrist and pulled her toward me, wishing I could look into her gorgeous green eyes instead of the reflective lenses of her sunglasses. “Give me a minute to shower and change, and I’ll help you load your car.”

  “Yo
u sure? I should be helping you unload the sled.”

  “Nah. It’s cool.”

  “Okay.” She smiled. “Thanks.”

  Her smile made something in my chest dance. I brought her hand up. Pressed my lips to her knuckles. “See you in a sec, babe.”

  I dropped her hand and she turned and caught her sister in a hug. I headed into my old apartment in search of a fresh change of clothes from the boxes I’d left in the corner, wracking my brain for a way to buy more time with her.

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  Taya nodded in the direction of the door still closing behind Daniel. “Who…is…that?”

  “Daniel. The hut chef.”

  “Daniel? As in Danny-boy? As in the guy who’s been making you fricking nuts all season?”

  “That would be him.” I tore my gaze away from the closed door.

  “Holy hottie!” She grinned. “I get the distinct impression he isn’t driving you crazy anymore—except maybe in bed. What happened?”

  A delicious shiver ran down my spine. Driving me crazy didn’t even begin to describe what Daniel did to me. Not that I could describe it any better. Not yet, anyway. I needed time to process what happened, and deal with the fact it wasn’t going any further, before I could put it into words that made sense.

  “Turns out I misjudged him completely.”

  “Wow. So, he’s not a self-absorbed, too-hot-for-his-own-good asshole?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. He’s pretty much the opposite. Goofy, sweet, thoughtful…” And incredible in bed.

  “Too bad you didn’t figure that out until the end of the season.” She clicked her tongue against her teeth and scanned my face. “Oh my God. You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”

  “All good things must come to an end.” I shrugged like it didn’t matter. “Can we talk about something else, please?

  “Okaaaaaayyy… Any job offers yet?”

  Lovely. In five minutes, we’d managed to hit on the two topics I didn’t want to think about, let alone discuss. “So far, nothing. I applied to twenty-two places. I’ve heard back from twenty. All no’s.”

  Taya shook her head, her lips pressed together. “That’s crazy. You’ve got degrees in environmental science and journalism, and you’re willing to work for pennies. Newspapers should be jumping at the chance to hire you.”