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“What?” She shakes her head. “I took so many lessons here as a teenager. How many times have our paths crossed and we had no idea?”
“Almost like it’s meant to be,” Heath grunts. But then he shakes it off. “Emily, I think that’s a sign you should stay for the whole weekend.”
“I don’t know… I don’t want to intrude.”
He looks at me, and I know we’re thinking the same thing. It would be no intrusion at all.
“She should stay. She wants to stay, right?” There’s something electric the way he says it. Hypnotizing, and it turns my pulse into a drumbeat of need.
I follow his gaze to Emily’s sweet face. Her gaze slides back and forth between us. “I do want to stay,” she says, barely above a whisper, then she grins. “Is that okay?”
Fucking hell, it’s more than okay. It’s a bloody miracle. And a gift.
“We’d love to see the mountain through your eyes,” I admit. “Since you’re local.”
“You worked here, too.”
“But only in the winter. And only at the ski hill.”
“Then it’s settled.” As we eat our dinner, she tells us all about her favorite trails and the little market that pops up on Saturdays, if we want fresh salad fixings for dinner tomorrow night.
I want her for dinner, but that’s probably not on the menu. Maybe not.
Who knows. With every passing second, I’m pulled deeper into a weird place of hope where all my fantasies feel like they might just actually be possible.
Except Heath is here. And Emily is still a relative stranger.
But on the other hand, Heath already knows about all my horny dreams when it comes to Emily; I can’t stop running my mouth to him about how perfect she is.
And Emily…
As we’re tidying up, she does this exaggerated stretch that draws both of our attention to her swirling sundress and the tight swells peeking out the top of it.
“I was going to have a soak in the hot tub.” She glances at Heath, then me, dragging her gaze down my body. “Did you bring a swimsuit?”
Even though I’m fully clothed, her gaze is baldly assessing. My cock rises swiftly, eager for her attention. I don’t miss the moment when she realizes my jeans are being tested to the limit, my erection straining at the fly. Her eyes go wide, and her cheeks turn pink.
But I don’t feel any kind of horror. To my shock, I like the way her attention locks on to my jutting bulge. It’s hers, after all. She’s the only woman who has ever made me feel this way. Who has ever stripped away my nerves and left me nothing but wild, rampant need.
“We did,” I hear Heath say. “Right, Wyatt?”
I can’t speak. I nod in agreement. Yes, we knew there would be a hot tub. I shoved a pair of board shorts into my duffel bag.
Yes, I want to see her in a bathing suit.
And out of it.
The longer her gaze stays latched on my straining cock, temporarily trapped in a prison of denim, the more I think that I might just get a chance with Emily.
It’s not until Heath clears his throat and says he’s going to hit the hay early that I realize there’s just one problem with this whole plan—Emily doesn’t know we’ve talked about her and made a choice.
She doesn’t know that she’s mine.
And her face just fell at the idea of Heath getting out of my way.
