Page 23 of My Savior Valentine

We move together in a slow, sensual dance. I can feel every inch of her, every curve, every quake. Her body fits perfectly against mine. We're like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. I can feel her pleasure building, her breath coming in quick gasps, her heart racing.

I match her rhythm, my own desire growing with each thrust. I feel the tension building, the pressure intensifying. I'm close, so close. But I want to feel her come again, to feel her body convulse around me.

I slip a hand between her thighs, finding that sensitive spot. She gasps, her body arching against mine.

"Reid," she moans, her voice breathy and desperate. "I'm... I'm close..."

I increase the pressure, my fingers moving in sync with my thrusts. I feel her body tensing, her breath hitching. She's on the edge, ready to fall.

And then she does. Her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her. She cries out, her voice filled with pleasure and release. Her body pulses around me. Her heat, her wetness; it's both too much and not enough.

I thrust deeper, harder, chasing my own release. And then it hits me, a wave of pleasure crashing over me. I groan, my body shuddering, my heart pounding. I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, our bodies joined, our pleasure intertwined.

Willow turns her head, her emerald eyes meeting mine."Well, Mountain Man," she teases, her voice husky and sated, "I have to say, you sure know how to make a girl feel welcome."

I chuckle, nuzzling into her neck. "You're not so bad yourself. Though I think we might need to work on your stamina. That was barely a warm-up for me."

She gasps in mock outrage, swatting at my arm. "Excuse me? I'll have you know I'm an Olympic athlete. I could outlast you any day."

"Is that a challenge?" I grin, my fingers tracing patterns on her hip.

"Maybe," she smirks, her hand reaching back to cup my cheek. "But let's save the rematch for later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this. Enjoy us."

My heart swells at her words. "Us," I repeat softly, savoring the sound of the word. "I like the sound of that."

Willow turns in my arms, wincing slightly as she adjusts her leg. I'm instantly concerned. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

She shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips. "No, Reid. You could never hurt me. In fact, you make me feel safer and more cared for than I have in a long time."

I brush a strand of hair from her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. "I want to be that for you, Willow. I want to be your safe place, your partner, your... everything. If you'll have me."

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. "I want that too, Reid. More than anything. I know we've got a lot to figure out, but I'm all in if you are."

"I'm all in," I promise, sealing it with a kiss. "No matter what comes our way, we'll face it together."

Willow smiles against my lips. "Together," she agrees, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.

We kiss again, slow and deep, a promise of all that's to come.

EPILOGUE - WILLOW

[One year later]

I wake up to the gentle light filtering through the cabin windows, a sense of excitement and nervousness buzzing through me. Today marks a new chapter in my life - my first day as a ski instructor at the Snowy Summit ski school. It's been a year since that fateful ski trip that brought me here, and so much has changed.

As I get ready, I can't help but reflect on how I've settled into life in this charming mountain town. The cabin that once belonged solely to Reid is now our shared home, filled with touches of both our personalities. My favorite plush blanket drapes over the couch and Reid's collection of mountaineering books line the shelves.

I pull on my newly issued ski instructor jacket, the emblem of the ski school proudly displayed on the chest. It's a symbol of my new purpose: a way to share my love for the sport while helping others discover the joy of gliding down the mountain slopes.

As I head to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, I'm greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Reid stands at the counter,two steaming mugs in hand. He offers me one with a soft smile, his eyes filled with warmth.

"Ready for your big day?" he asks, pulling me into a gentle embrace.

I nod against his chest, drawing strength from his unwavering support and solid body. "As ready as I'll ever be," I reply.

We enjoy our coffee together, discussing the day ahead. I mention my plans to meet up with Blossom, the owner of the local flower shop, for lunch. Over the past year, she's become a dear friend, always ready with a kind word and a colorful bouquet to brighten my day.

As I gather my gear, I pause to take in the view from our cabin window. The majestic mountains stand tall, their snow-capped peaks glistening in the morning light. It's a sight that never fails to take my breath away, reminding me of the beauty and challenges that drew me to Hope Peak in the first place.

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