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“Isn’t that kind of dangerous, riding halfpipe?”
“Crossing the street, or in your case, taking the kiddy lift up the mountain, can be dangerous,” he grunts, his soft smile not reaching his eyes.
“Ha. Funny.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment and take a big sip.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be careful, but you can’t live your life like that, babe,” he says, boxing me in between the counter and him.
“Like what?” I ask when I turn around, not meeting his eyes.
“Like the other shoe, or in your case, snowboard, is about to fly down the mountain,” he says, pushing his knee between my legs, then taking the bottle from me and placing it on the counter.
“My brothers used to love to watch all those snowboard movies. I know what boarding is like. At least, I thought I did,” I say, my voice faltering. Without thinking, I place my hands on his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair. “What were they called, Robot dinner something?”
“Robot food. Fuck, that takes me back,” he says. Inhaling sharply, he takes a step forward until we’re almost chest to chest.
“In a halfpipe with twenty feet of an ice wall, doing mind-boggling rotations in the air can get you seriously hurt,” I tell him, brushing a stray lock out of his eyes.
His smile never falters.
“You are still dealing with freaking nature, which can turn on you at a moment’s notice,” I whisper, finally meeting his eyes.
His are sparkling, and he shakes his head. His hands caress my waist, and my heart rate kicks up when he links his hands behind my back. I have no chance of escaping.
“But snowboard guy probably doesn’t feel fear?” I shrug, letting my hands drop from his shoulders.
“I do, babe, every damn time. Look at me,” he says, taking my cheeks between his hands, making me look at him. “I need to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask, looking up into his eyes.
“I’m not a teach—” He stops mid-sentence, and the look in his eyes changes. Before I know it, he takes possession of my mouth, and I melt into him. My hands travel into his hair as I pull Jesse toward me. The way he kisses me is different somehow. He’s ravishing my mouth like he wants to remember this, like it’s the first and the last time all rolled up into one searing hot kiss.
“Jesse,” I breathe against his parted lips, before he continues the assault on my mouth. With his left hand under my ass and the other burrowing in my hair, he presses me against his growing erection, and I gasp.
“Fuck, Ace, you taste sweet,” he grunts, his breath tickling my lips.
He kisses me again, much slower this time, and I groan. I’ve never been kissed like this before. He presses himself hard against my stomach, gripping my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Jesse,” I plead, coming up for air, every part of me where he’s touched tingling.
“Yeah,” he says, kissing below my jaw. His stubble is like an electric jolt. My head falls back, and he grinds himself against me, turning me on with his dark stare. The way he growls against my flushed skin makes me moan. I place my hand over his heart. The fingers in my hair draw tight, and I whimper as he pulls my head back, running his stubble over my neck. The knot builds inside me, and my head is spinning. He grabs my breast through the fabric of his shirt, the tight peak of my nipple pressing against his palm. I open my legs and hike one over his ass. He growls in response, dry fucking me against the counter.
“Do you want to move this to your bed?” I ask, and he groans in response. He grabs my chin and kisses me before he throws me over his shoulder and takes the stairs two at a time, leading up to his loft.
“What the hell, Jesse.” I laugh.
“Now I can finally fuck you.” His voice deepens with unmistakable lust.
“Put me down,” I grit out, staring at his bed that’s now upside down.
“No, I’m having way too much fun right now,” he rasps. “I’m going to take my time with you.”
