But I wanted to get to know her more.
“You look so serious all of a sudden,” she said as we geared back up for a few more runs. Agreeing to head back soon with the snow coming down pretty good now, and that beautiful house just waiting for two people to make use of it, we headed back out toward the lift.
The dirtiest thing I can think of.
Obviously, I couldn’t exactly saythatto her. Even though Delaney asked for it, we weren’t a couple. Had never done anything more than kiss yet.
“Just making sure you remembered our bet,” she said as we skied down toward the lift. With the snow really coming down, the mountain was all but empty. Some diehards remained, scattered around the lodge with a few dotting the ski hills here and there.
“I remember,” I said, wishing it was the only bet on the table. The other one, with the guys, was never far from my mind.
We boarded the chair. I pulled down the safety bar. Then, leaning over into Delaney’s ear, I lifted up her hat.
Tucked strands of hair behind her ear before I kissed it, gently.
“When I finally get you in my bed, cupcake, which I will… only after you beg me for it… I am going to spread your thighs so wide, I won’t even need to use my fingers to open your pussy for me. But I’ll use them anyway, my thumbs gently folding you back until my ultimate prize is revealed. I’ll use my tongue to make you call my name so loud the neighbors can hear. When you come, I will lick every last fucking drop until you are so spent that you can’t even lift your head from the damn pillow.”
I pulled her hat down in place. Kissed her nose.
Winked at her and then lifted the safety bar. One step ahead of her, I helped Delaney ski off. As I suspected, or at least hoped, she was a little wobbly coming off the lift.
“You good?” I asked, letting go of her waist and adjusting my poles.
“Honestly? No.” She did the same, Delaney skiing to my side. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You did ask for dirty,” I said. “Of course, if that’s not something you’re into?—”
“Are you kidding me right now? What woman isn’t into… that?”
“This ski trip definitely took a turn.” I grinned. “And I like it.”
“You and me both,” she said, taking off toward the intermediate hills.
We made it two more runs.
By the time Delaney and I got into the truck to head back, I was half tempted not to wait. If it hadn’t been the middle of the day, I might not have, but public sex was Cole’s thing, not mine.
“I can honestly say”—Delaney turned up the heat on her side—“that was the most enjoyable ski trip of my life.”
“Same,” I said, wishing we could be transported back to the house. Thankfully, it was a short ride.
“Not that I want you to drive faster in the snow but…” Delaney said when we were just a few minutes away.
I looked at her, thinking the same thing.
“I really, really… have to pee.”
Laughing, I stepped on the gas. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.”
“No? What were you thinking?”
I turned onto the road that would take us to the house.
“I was thinking you were impatient to get into the house so you could tear my clothes off.”
“Did you now?”
When I pulled into the driveway, Delaney didn’t waste a second. Before we were barely parked she was halfway up the stairs. Laughing, I closed the truck door and followed. There were a few inches on the ground already, and it was snowing hard. It was a good thing Cole took off when he did.
