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Afew weeks later,I’m lying in Eric’s arms in a very spacious and luxurious bed in a ski resort suite.
I’m still a little out of breath from our hours-long tryst and I rest, running my fingertips around his chest. “I can’t believe I used my paid time off for this weekend and we’ve spent the entire first day of it in bed. We could have done this at home, you know,” I tease.
“You’re the one who’s bitching it’s too cold outside to ski, so I’m trying to warm you up,” he says with a chuckle, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.
“Totally worth it,” I say back, giggling when his whiskers tickle me.
“But seriously, we need to get up. I want to hit the slopes early.”
I lazily look at the bedside clock. “It’s ten a.m., I doubt that’s early in ski talk.”
He laughs again. “And what would you know about ski talk, little Miss I Hate Exercise?”
“I have a feeling you’re about to teach me!” I giggle again and kiss him. Then, I flip the covers back and stand up, stark naked. “Let’s shower, then you can show me how to ski, and then spend all of tomorrow nursing me back to health when I sprain an ankle, fall on my face in the snow, or hit my head on a tree.”
Eric shakes his head. “You watch too much TV.”
“You’re right. C’mon.” I drag him by the arm to the massive ensuite bathroom. I start the water and kiss him as we wait for it to heat up.
After another very nice orgasm thanks to his mouth, and a bunch of soap and shampoo, we’re both clean and dressed, ready for the slopes.
As a teen, I went on a few skiing trips with my class, but I never cared for it. I really don’t like the snow and cold in general, but I live in Colorado, so of course I tolerate it. I simply never wanted to visit the snow on purpose. But I’m dating a sports guy, who chartered a freaking helicopter to get us here, so the least I can do is go skiing with him, as much as I don’t like it.
We shuttle down to the ski rental, rent all the equipment we’ll need, and once we have it, Eric helps me get my skis on.
“I look ridiculous,” I say, looking down at the giant skis on my feet.
He chuckles and puts his on, locking the skis in place and standing. “Okay, let’s get on the lift.”
We wait in line, then jump on the ski lift. We hold hands and watch the scenery go by before the lift lowers.
“Okay, ready?” he asks.
I nod. “Ready.”
Once the lift reaches the ground, we plant our feet and slide to the top of the hill where there’s another line of people waiting to ski down.
“Thank you for taking me on the bunny slopes.” I grin at Eric.
He squeezes my hand. “Just once though. After this, it’s like riding a bike, and we’re heading to the more challenging hills.”
“Fine,” I grumble, secretly happy he wants to go on the other ones. This one is easy, that at least I remember.
I glide down the hill and remember how freeing it feels. Yes, the bitterly cold air bites my face and hurts my lungs but it’s still a beautiful view and it’s a rush to ski down regardless.
“I did it!” I exclaim when I get to the bottom and remove my goggles and the scarf that covers half my face.
Eric kisses me, his face flushed bright red from the cold and he also removes his glasses. “You did, gorgeous! Not that I didn’t think you could.”
“Good save.” I punch him good-naturedly. “Now let’s go to the next one!”
He laughs at my excitement and we find the ski lift and head to a different one.
Miraculously, we arrive back at the ski lodge five hours later with me completely unharmed. Well, except for that tree I almost hit, but I dodged it in time and only managed to whack my elbow on it as I skied around it.
“Bathroom,” I say as soon as we enter the warm, posh-looking lodge where there’s a fire in the hearth and people standing around the bar and sitting in chairs drinking.
“I’ll be out here,” he says.
