Page 11 of Recklessly in Love

“How about a kiss?” he teases.

“How about an orgasm?” I counter.

His answering laugh warms the air between us and is so rich and full that I have to smile in return.

“Do I get one too?” he asks teasingly.

I bite into my lip. “I think that can be arranged.”

His grin mellows into a small, sexy smile. “Let’s just start with a kiss, and we’ll see where things go from there, shall we?” He sees the protest forming on my lips because he throws up a hand. “I’m not saying no orgasms. Just trust me. You won’t walk away from this unhappy, I promise.”

His warm eyes search mine, and while I’d normally balk at not being in control, he’s hard to say no to.

“Okay.” It slips out more easily than I’d have expected.

So, I let him lead me down the field. I let him pick a pair of snowshoes and help me into them. I follow him to the jump ropes. And he counts us down.

The rest is pure comedy. I stumble through it like … well, like a lawyer in snowshoes. I’m as awful at it as I feared I would be, and it’s way harder than Greg, Nate, and the others made it look. Then again, living in the snowy Cascades, they all probably use snowshoes regularly.

Still, by the time we reach the finish line, we’re both laughing uncontrollably, holding on to each other to remain upright. I tip onto my bottom right at the finish line, and he flops beside me.

Only then do I notice that the afternoon has faded into evening. The sun is setting over the mountains, with bright oranges blending toward the deep pink of the horizon, and it’s beautiful.

I groan and flop backward, tired but much warmer, as he’d promised.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I put my cold, gloved hands to my face. “I’ve become the Hallmark movie,” I moan.

Greg laughs and rolls on top of me, prying my hands away from my face. “If it makes you feel better, I’m having some very un-Hallmark thoughts right now,” he says huskily.

I wriggle my hips under him. “Go on.”

He grins and touches his lips lightly to mine, making good on his promise. But it’s only light at first. Then, like before, he devastates me with his mouth, his teeth pulling at the sensitive skin of my lower lip, followed by his tongue pushing its way between my lips.

A groan breaks through our kiss, and I’m so gone I’m not sure which one of us it came from until Greg says, “God, I can’t wait until you make that noise because I’m between your legs.”

I arch against him, and his mouth drops to my neck. “With your mouth or your dick?” I ask.

His teeth graze my skin, and his hips dig against me. In any other circumstances, I’d wish I wasn’t wearing snow pants so I could feel him.

“With my dick,” he promises against my skin. “As much as I want to taste you, I want to fuck you more.”

“Then do it,” I beg, not really wanting that to happen right here, right now. But I wouldn’t say no to the closest warm, dry spot.

His mouth covers mine in a searing kiss that’s interrupted by Mia calling from the building behind us.

“I know you guys aren’t going to fuck in the snow, so you might as well come in and have dinner,” she taunts.

Greg buries his laugh in my neck before he shoves himself off me and stands, offering me a hand. “To be continued,” he promises.

I narrow my eyes and take his hand. “Soon?”

He grins. “Very soon.”

CHAPTER FOUR

GREG

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