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Last night only proved how much I wanted him.
I scooted closer, wrapping my arm around his waist. Closing my eyes as I nuzzled into him, his arm tightening around me. His heart rate picked up as he stirred, and his hips shifted, causing me to feel more than his heart rate.
“Good morning,” he sighed.
I kissed his collarbone, pressing my body up to his. He felt so good, every inch of him. Even after seeing him every morning, he still managed to take my breath away as he removed each piece of clothing last night. His body was made for mine, and, even though I wouldn’t admit it out loud, I never wanted to have sex with another man again. No one could ever compare to the way Elliot made me feel. With others, I had kept a tank top on, never letting them see that aspect of my life. But Elliot . . . He made me feel like it was the best part of my body . . . one I shouldn’t cover up.
“Good morning,” I whispered against his lips.
He hummed in response, keeping his eyes closed as his hands slipped up my bare back. “I’ll go make coffee as soon as I’m more awake.”
I held back a laugh. “Youareawake. I can feel it.”
“I’m tryingnotto get further awake . . . there.”
“Maybe I am,” I whispered, taking the moment to crawl on top of him. Never in my life did I think I would love being on top, but Ilovedriding Elliot last night. He was dominating, but he gave me full control here, and I loved it.
His hands found my waist as we began to move together. He tilted his head back, pushing himself into the pillow.
“Jamie,” he growled. I loved it when he growled. There were so many different sides to this man. “I hate to stop this, but there's a reason why I was trying not to let this go any further.”
Circling my hips, I ran my hands up his chest. “And why’s that.”
“I only brought so many condoms . . . and we used them all last night.”
I stopped, slouching my back.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll go to the store.” He closed his eyes and began touching my arms again, sending shivers through my skin. Goosebumps formed at his touch. “Come here.”
I let him take me in his arms, the pure weight of them relaxing me back into him. I held in my chuckle at the realization that he even thought to bring condoms on this trip.
“You mean you only brought three?”
“Well, I didn't expect this to happen so soon.”
“I think it’s funny you thought it was going to happen at all.”
“It was inevitable, Jamie. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He kissed the top of my head. “Even when you were ghosting me.”
“Yeah, let's not talk about that lapse in judgment.”
“Okay, I’ll never mention it again.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Now, I’ll go make coffee, you rest.” Crawling out of bed with the smirk on his face telling me a different story than“never mentioning it again.”I had a feeling the “ghosting” would be exactly like Milo and Madeline’s first kiss. I watched as he went downstairs, completely naked—a wonderful sight to see.
After a few cups of coffee, we slipped on our boots and headed over to the big cabin. I had completely lost track of the time and I was sure I was still glowing. That look that said “just slept with someone” plastered all over my face. The way Elliot’s hand felt in mine was different now. I knew what those fingers could do, and I could not wait to have them to myself again.
As soon as we got to the porch, I could feel him squeeze my hand, his body language shifting into Daxton. I had a feeling my dad would bring up his business, and Elliot—being the amazing man he was—would talk to him about it more. I shook his arm to get his attention.
“I wonder what my mom cooked for breakfast,” I said, leaning my chin on his shoulder.
He hummed. “I wonder if we’ll get in trouble for being late?”
He opened the front door, and the chaos that was my family greeted us.
It wasn’t a shock to see Main Street so packed. Park City, Utah went through many seasons, each bringing in different crowds. There was Sundance in January, where the movie stars and movie goers enjoyed the small city and snow. Ski season was perfect this year, from what I’ve heard. Spring and Summer brought the hikers and mountain bikers, adding races to the mix. But this festival was new—it’s first year—so, when I saw a crowd of people in front of my painting, completely fawning over it, my mind was blown.
I couldn’t even make it to my painting, there were so many people.
I tugged at Elliot’s hand. “Come on, let's go skiing. It’s too crowded here.”
