Page 129 of A Love That Saved Us

“I don’t know if sliding down the mountain on your ass counts as skiing.”

Her head tips back in laughter, andGod, she’s beautiful.It’s crazy how easily we fall back into this, like no time’s passed. Almost like she never left.

“Hey, you remember this conversation when wearenaked and you’re wanting to get some?—”

My lips connect with hers, cutting her off, stealing the heat of her mouth against the chill of the mountain air. She gasps against me, fingers clutching at my coat, and I kiss her deeper, greedy for more.

When we break apart, our eyes lock.

“What was that for?” she asks, her breath visible in the cold.

A corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. “Only way I could shut you up.”

She shoves my shoulder. “Don’t be a jerk.”

“I’m not.” My voice drops to a low growl. “But you’re making Clark think about Lola, and that’s not very nice when there’s nothing we can do about that right now.”

“Oh? You don’t like it when I tell you how I can’t wait to have your”—she leans closer, whispering—“big, hard cock inside me tonight? What if I tell you Lola’sdrippingfor you?”

“Shiiiiit.” I cock a brow. “You better knock that off, or I’ll bend you over right here in the woods.”

She just grins, and for half a second I actually entertain the whole woods fantasy. My cock’s hard as hell, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

“Ugh! Dammit!”Alley smacks the snow in frustration. She’s on her ass again, skis popped off, and if I didn’t love her so goddamn much, I probably wouldn’t have the patience for it. But she’s cute when she’s flustered. Too cute.

She flops back dramatically. “I give up!”

I laugh under my breath, pop off my skis, and jog up the hill to where she’s sprawled in the trees. She’s lucky she didn’t go straight into one.

I stab my skis into the snow. “Come on, babe. Hop up. We’re almost there.” I hold out a hand.

“Uh-uh. Nope. I’m done. Let’s fake an injury and call snow patrol.”

“Snow Patrol’s a band, babe. It’s ski patrol.”

“Whatever. Tell them I broke my leg and need a ride down.”

I step wide, placing her in between my legs, hand still extended. “Can’t fake an injury. The unbroken leg’s kind of a giveaway.”

She purses her lips and reaches for my hand. The second our palms connect, she yanks hard, sending me off balance. I stumble forward, barely catching myself as I topple onto her.

Her laughter bursts out as she wraps her arms around me. “How’s it feel to fall down? You like that?”

Oh, she’s gonna get it.I grab her forearms, pinning them to her sides, and straddle my knees wide to trap her beneath me. She wriggles, eyes wide with mock horror, laughter spilling between us.

I bend down, my mouth close to her ear. “Oh, I like it,” I murmur, skimming a gloved hand over her coat toward her tits. “How do you like getting groped in the snow?”

“This isn’t groping. You can’t even find my boobs through my coat. They’re too small.”

I sit back, still holding her pinned, and sweep both hands across her chest in exaggerated arcs.

She shrieks with laughter. “Oh my God, stop! This is not sexy. Nothing about gloved groping and puffy coats is sexy!”

“I’m not trying to be sexy. I’m trying to torture you.” I shift, settling my hips lower, letting more of my weight lock her down.

“Do you have a boner? ’Cause I can’t feel it through all the padding.”

“Why? You horny?”