His deep laugh rumbles through my body while he looks at me.
“Don’t make fun of me, snowboard guy,” I warn, swallowing back the bile rising in the back of my throat.
“What if I want to?” he counters.
“Then you’re in for a wild ride,” I say, almost losing my balance.
“You promise, babe?” he asks, raising one dark eyebrow as a dare.
“I do. Shane is going to be so happy when he finds out I can ride again.”
He swears under his breath. “Yeah, he’s a lucky son of a bitch. But first, let’s get you in bed.”
“Can’t wait to have me on my back again?”
“You have no idea,” he drawls.