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“You think you can waltz right back into my life and make everything all right with your sweet talk and pretty eyes?” I ask, exasperated. It’s like talking to a wall with him.
“Yeah,” he says, matter of fact, trailing his thumb over his square jaw and his dark stubble. “Thank you for saying my eyes are pretty.” He laughs, batting his eyelashes at me.
I open and close my mouth, not knowing what to say. “You are impossible to be angry at. You do know that, snowboard guy?” I tell him, losing steam.
“I try, babe,” he says, boxing me against his truck and caressing my face between his hands.
“Jesse, what are you doing?” I whisper, closing my eyes and fighting against my racing heart. I can’t fall for someone like him. The mountains will always come first, and I don’t know if my heart can take that again.
“You, babe, in about thirty minutes. I want fucking all of you,” he states, and I open my eyes.
“I didn’t hear from you for weeks. What makes you think I’m still interested in anything you have to say?” I grit through clenched teeth, and he lets me go.
He winks at me. “The way you kept searching for me at the party, like you were looking for your favorite toy or my dick, you pick.”
“You really know how to get a girl to punch you in the face.” I snort. “Not everything is about sex, snowboard guy. It’s about respect, connection, messaging each other back, Jesse.”
“Yeah, it is. All those other things are like I said… the LinkedIn phase,” he replies.
“No, it isn’t,” I counter. “You know, you are an asshole. I was right that first time we met on the mountain.”
“Babe, we’ve established we like each other, so let’s work from fucking there. And forget about all the other things. Let’s shred.” He groans, his tongue sliding across his lower lip while he keeps staring at me with hungry eyes.
“That’s not how a relationship is supposed to work,” I say, my voice a breathless whisper.
“So you do want a relationship? You know what I told you from the beginning. I’ve always been honest with you about what I can and can’t do. Enjoy the ride, Ace of Spades, and let’s not worry about where we might end up together.”
“I—” I close my mouth, not knowing what to tell him. I know what I want to ask him—if the moments we spend together, no matter how brief, will be enough for him to love me one day. If he is even capable of loving someone more than the ride he chases.
“Want to get out of here?” he asks.
“No, I don’t,” I whisper, and he leans in and tickles my ear with his warm breath.
“Let’s get outta here. Let me make you come,” he begs, kneeling in front of me, burying his face between my legs. “Let me taste this sweet pussy again. I promise I won’t be gentle.” He snickers, pushing his face between my thighs.
I can’t help but giggle as he starts tickling me and I lose it. He pulls me down, so we are on eye-level between his truck and another.
“I’m sorry, Ace. I confess I can be an asshole, but wasn’t that what you liked most about me?” he asks, waggling his brows.
“You are impossible.”
“Come with me,” he pleads.
“No,” I return.
“Come home with me, Ace. Let me make it up to you.”
“No,” I tell him, but he knows I don’t mean it, judging by the way he’s smiling at me.
“I’ll make you come,” he whispers against my ear, while his hand travels in my hair.
“Fucker,” I say, and because I’m a masochist, I answer, “Yes.” Before I can think about what I’m about to do, I pull him close and kiss his lips.
He grabs the back of my head and burrows his fingers into my hair. Our tongues find each other and the same feeling of being where I belong, wrapped in his arms, washes over me. He presses his growing erection against my thigh, and I groan.
“Wait, Jesse,” I say and stand, pushing him away from me while we both pant.
He towers over me, resting his hands on either side of me against the door of his truck.
