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I think we can safely say I don’t have the balance to be on the board. The fact that I’ve given up for the day is going to annoy me because I’m not one for giving up. But . . . ouch.
Ryder is a natural and watching him race the instructor down one of the runs is hot. His strength is obvious by the way he moves, and even from this distance, I can see his pure enjoyment. This is something he loves to do.
With snow flaring up when they come to a stop, Ryder unclips his boots from the board and runs over to me, swinging me up in his arms.
“God, that felt good,” he laughs, his eyes alight with excitement and his mouth is split in a huge grin.
I grab hold of his head with my mitten-covered hands and bring him to me for our lips to meet. The cold momentarily hits but we soon warm up with the heat of our mouths. Like anything else we do together, the kiss starts getting out of hand when Ryder grips my hips before wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close.
His arousal strains between us and I want to touch him.
Before I can do anything about that last thought, we hear a throat being cleared beside us. Ryder pulls away from the kiss and glares at the instructor, Kevin. He’s looking at us both with amusement in his eyes.
“You’re in a public place.” He indicates with his hands, chuckling to himself as he heads towards the ski shop.
Ryder drops his forehead to mine, keeping me close. “I need to keep my hands off you when we’re out before we end up getting arrested for indecent exposure.”
“I have the same problem,” I confess.
Smiling, Ryder leans forward and kisses my forehead before taking hold of my hand. “C’mon, let’s go and get rid of my gear and head for some hot apple cider.”
“Oh, that sounds good.”
I wrap my arm around his waist as his go around my neck, and then I slip my h
and in his back pocket and nip his butt.
He groans. “You better stop that.”
I do it again and find myself pulled against him. “Stop,” he hisses in my ear. “I’m heavily aroused and you touching me like that is making it worse.” He nibbles on my lobe. “I want to take you to this place that make the best hot apple cider. We won’t make it if you carry on.” He kisses along my neck, causing me to moan. “You stay put. I’ll only be a minute.”
Ryder pulls back, and with a wicked grin, leaves me to head into the ski shop to return his boots. Kevin had walked off with the boards we’d hired and I’d changed my boots back when I’d given up.
He makes my head spin with how quickly our passion gets out of hand for the other. Just one taste and everything around me disappears, and all I see and feel is Ryder.
I shake my head and grin at him as he comes jogging down the steps, oblivious to the fact he’s being ogled by a group of girls around my age.
“Hey, told you I’d be quick.”
He looks over his shoulder to see what has my attention, and then back to me. “They have nothing on you, babe.” He steps into my space, and after a quick kiss, wraps an arm around me and leads me away from the slope to where he parked his truck.
The drive into the village of Stowe doesn’t take long and before I know it, he’s pulling into a space just vacated by another vehicle. The town is amazing and everything I’ve ever dreamed it would be. It looks like a winter wonderland covered in snow. It’s perfection. I’ve no idea what attracted me to Stowe that made it be one of the places I had to visit. There are probably places throughout the states like this town, but there’s just something that I haven’t as yet put my finger on.
Whether it’s because I’ve always been a loner and craved peace and quiet, I don’t know. But I’d certainly have all that here.
Opening my door, I slide my hand into Ryder’s offered one and let him pull me out of the truck. As I jump down, my feet sink into the fresh snow.
The snow has started coming down heavily again, which concerns me because of Ryder having to drive us back to the cabin. Visibility can become difficult when it’s like this with large, thick flakes.
“Hey, don’t worry.”
I frown. “How the hell do you always know what I’m thinking?”
“It was written on your face. C’mon, let’s get inside.” He tugs me onto the sidewalk and in through a door advertising hearty meals. The warmth and delicious aroma of the food hits me, and my stomach growls.
“Table for two, please,” Ryder tells the waitress.
“Follow me.”
