Page 82 of Mountain Security

Alex dropped his chopsticks and strode over to her, standing behind her.

“Stay with me a bit longer,” he said, his breath warm on her ear.

“It looks like it’s going to snow again,” she said, shivering. It wasn’t that cold in the house, but it was a couple of degrees colder than she liked to keep her own place.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his arms going protectively around her, sharing his own body heat. And he had plenty of heat to share. “I know what would warm you right up,” he whispered entreatingly. He pointed towards the hot tub outside.

“The hot tub? In the snow?” she asked.

A part of her cringed at the thought of going outside in the snow. But she’d always wondered …

He hugged her closer. “The water’s hot. It’s amazing. It’ll soothe all your aches.”

I don’t have a bathing suit.

She didn’t realize she’d spoken out loud until he laughed.

She loved the sound of his laugh.

“You don’t need a bathing suit. We’re alone, just the two of us, until morning. And nobody else can see into the yard.”

Temptation rose inside her.

She couldn’t believe she was considering this, but she was rather tired of … wondering. There were so many things she hadn’t done in her life, so many things she hadn’t allowed herself to do.

Maybe you should let your hair down.

One moment she was considering it … and then the next moment she was following him outside onto the frozen deck.

“We’ll freeze,” she said.

“We won’t. Wait here. Don’t take your clothes off yet.”

She snorted.

That last warning wasn’t really necessary.

Alex was back moments later with a bathrobe and an armload of towels.

He cleared the snow from one of the deck chairs and dropped the towels on top.

“Come here,” he said, lifting the lid of the hot tub open and dragging it away. He took off his jacket and top in one swift move. She looked down and noticed he’d taken the time to remove his boots and socks while he was in the house. He seemed unconcerned by the snow under his feet.

His hands went to the belt buckle of his jeans, which rode low around his slim, muscled hips. Her mouth went dry.

“Are you going to join me?” he asked, dropping his jeans. And then he was naked—gloriously naked. His cock hung between his legs. Thick. Half-hard.

Her mouth watered.

“Keep looking at me like that,” he said. “I’m seconds away from putting you over my shoulder and taking you upstairs.”

Yvette laughed and shook her head. “Non. You said we were going swimming, and I want to go swimming.” She pulled off her jacket and started removing clothes. The frigid air around her reminded her why she’d never done anything like this before.

This is crazy.

That was the little critical voice inside her.

Crazy in a good way.

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