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I kneel on the bed, picking up one of her legs, dragging my lips up her muscular calf. She snickers when I lick the back of her knee, she tries to squirm out of my grip. I shake my head, continuing my path up her thigh.
The plush fur presses flat under me as I lie down, resting her leg over my shoulder. Her core is slick with arousal. A deep guttural growl escapes as I lick her in one long swipe. She clenches her thighs around me.
I ravish her like I’m a starving man until she’s screaming my name and her body is convulsing against my tongue. I swallow her juices, savoring her taste until she’s drained and gasping for air.
I grab a condom I strategically placed on the nightstand earlier, ripping it open and slipping it on before she can come down from her high. Spreading her legs apart, she lifts her ass off the bed as I slide into her.
“What was that you were saying about me losing?” I tease, pressing my thumb against her swollen, oversensitive clit. Her tight pussy clenches in a vice around me as she vibrates against my thumb. It doesn’t take long to set her off again. Wetness drips down my shaft.
“Ryker… oh, god…” Her pleas ignite a feral passion inside me. I’ve lost all control when it comes to this woman. I lean forward on my elbows, swallowing her moans as I kiss her through the exhilarating sensual ride. Her breath hitches when I pull back, resting my forehead against hers.
“Whiskey, I…” love you. The words stick on my tongue as she stares up at me with half-lidded eyes. I’ve never even thought about saying that to a woman before. The words themselves don’t scare me. I want to give her all of me. It’s saying it to a woman I can’t have that has me panicking.
I push up on my knees as the air that flows freely in the room can’t make it to my lungs. I lick my dry mouth and start a punishing pace, gripping her hips. I’m not sure who I’m punishing, me or her. I flip her over and her heart-shaped ass slaps against my pelvis as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her moans spur me on. I glance out the window, the erotic sense that someone could be watching me claim her. See how deep I’m inside her.
She’s mine.
I roar through my orgasm as it rips through me. Both our knees give out and we fall to the bed. Damn. I’m in fucking trouble.
“Is the fame why you feel trapped?” She whispers out of the blue. I don’t answer right away because I’m trying to figure out where this is coming from. She adds, “When you asked me back on the island if I ever felt trapped. I’m assuming it was because you do.”
I hum, remembering the liberating feeling I had on top of the mountain. “I wish I could play football without the famous status quo. But since I can’t, I guess that makes me feel trapped sometimes.”
She’s quiet for a few minutes. “Being in the spotlight must be taxing.”
I shrug. “It has its advantages. I won’t admit it’s the best, because I’ve hit my limits before, but I find creative ways to hide out.”
Her chest vibrates with silent laughter. “I like your creative ways.”
They’ve been the best this season so far.
I smack her ass. “Ready to go back out in the snow?”
She hops off the bed. “Yes! I thought you’d never ask,” she says, excitedly, digging in her bag for dry clothes. “Can we make a snowman?”
“I have something better.”
“Are we going on those?” Her eyes light up as we walk up to a pair of snowmobiles. Her attitude to attack everything head-on is one of her sexiest attributes. She jumps on one and surveys the entire piece of equipment.
I laugh. “Damn, woman. Hold on. Let me show you what to do.”
“It can’t be that different from a jet ski.”
“Well, I was hoping we’d ride one together.” She stares blankly at me. “Or not,” I add when she says nothing. She agreeably turns her eyes back down to her ride like that wasn’t even an option, making me chuckle.
With a quick five-minute explanation on how it works, she’s raring to go. “Catch me if you can,” she says, flipping the engine on.
I lower my goggles down and lick my lips. “Whiskey, you don’t know the power of those words.” Ever since I opened my eyes to hers, I’ve done nothing but try to catch her. What would I do if she finally held on?
“This place is perfect,” she says, leaning over on the table and pressing her plump lips to mine. “I don’t understand how you’re single if this is how you treat women.”
The candle on the table flickers in her eyes and my heart beats at a foreign pace. One that scares the hell out of me. I’ve fallen in love with this woman.
“Ryker, what’s wrong?” She senses my rattled feelings. I’m in a no-win situation. The dose of reality hits me in the gut.
“Nothing.” I shake the feeling off and take her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. I have three days left with her, I’ll be damned if I ruin it with my pity party. “I just do this for special guests that come from other countries.”
She nods. “So you’re afraid of commitment.” Her voice is light in a teasing tone.
