Page 70 of Stuck on the Slopes

I chuckled. “Anything to make you feel good, Rach. You deserve it.”

Her nipples peaked between my middle and index fingers as a soft sigh of pleasure passed her lips. When combined with the feel of her supple, plush skin beneath my palms, it was enough to make me stiffen beneath her.

Life was too short to pretend I didn’t feel this way about her, and that I couldn’t help but cling to her like a magnet. I yearned for Rachel like the snow outside yearned to fall. I crept one of my hands down her body, dragging some suds along the way as I reached one of her thighs. She whimpered again, practically putty in my grip as I matched the rhythm of my kneading on her thigh to her chest. My fingertips ghosted over her groin. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

She moaned in response as I gripped her tighter. Nothing was easier on the eyes than the sight of her unraveling at my touch. As my fingers dipped between her legs, she sighed in pleasure, having lost her words as she reached for my own thigh.

“Don’t worry about me right now, okay?” I dipped my head to plant a kiss on her neck. “We’ve got all evening, and while this tub is spacious, it’s notthatbig.”

She seemed to get the hint I wasn’t confident this would be the most comfortable spot to escalate things, but the water was still warm, and I wanted to take my time with her. I didn’t withdraw my fingers from her until the water lost its heat entirely, and once we emerged, blew out the candle, and dried off, neither of us bothered to get dressed.

Rachel wasted no time pinning me down to my bed. The ends of her reddish-brown curls stuck to her collarbones, still damp from the bath, but it didn’t stop me from running my fingers along her scalp beneath her ears as I leaned up and kissed her, desperate for her to be as close to me as another human could be. When she lowered herself onto me, my hair billowed behind me as my head hit the pillow. I cursed, lost in the feeling of her and the lingering smell of the lavender candle.

“Damn, Rach. You feel so good. So, so good.”

To my surprise, Rachel slipped off as soon as I’d entered her. I groaned, a kneejerk reaction. She rubbed against me to tease me as she reached for the bedside table. She fumbled for a condom, and once the packet was in her hands, I ripped it open and slid it on so we could resume. I’d never felt this needy for someone, this desperate. On one hand, it scared the shit out of me. On the other, any fears left my mind when she resumed riding me. Everything about this, abouther, felt too right for me to care.

When her moan sounded more like my name, my cock twitched inside of her. My ego inflated from the way her eyes closed and head tipped back. “That’s right. Say my name.”

“Juniper.”

“Louder.” I squeezed her hips and relished in how plush they felt in my hands. “We won’t have this place to ourselves forever. Say my fucking name. It sounds good on your lips.”

To my delight, she complied.

“That’s my good girl.”

I’d heard crowds of thousands scream and chant my name. That didn’t hold a candle to Rachel.

My hands roamed her body, caressing up to admire her curves. I couldn’t get enough of her. When I thrust my hips up, she pressed her hands on my chest, and said, “Let me take care of you. It’s okay.”

Fuck, if that didn’t make my heart melt. It took everything in me not to cum from her words alone. Even after she’d proven how much she cared, how reliable she was, part of me still struggled to accept help.

But I trusted Rachel. So, I let her bring us both to the peak of pleasure.

After we freshened up, we returned to my bed without bothering to redress. Overwhelmed with a feeling I wasn’t ready to name yet, I pulled her into me as soon as she lifted herself off me again. Between the warm bath and the warmth of her, I’d never felt more comfortable in my life. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, wanting to permanently be her big spoon. As I kissed her temple, I asked against her skin, “Stay?”

She craned her neck to look at me with a smile on her face as she said, “Of course.”

Silence fell over the room, but it was comfortable. There was no pressure for either of us to perform, for me to be the pro-athlete or for her to be the corporate superstar. Like this, we could simply exist, and it would be enough. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, limbs tangled as my right leg hooked around her waist. There was no place I’d rather be.

She was still snug against me when I woke the following morning, the sunlight peeking through the cracks of my window to bring out the copper hues in her hair. As part of me wished to linger in this moment forever, I realized how much I cared for her.

I’d only known Rachel for nearly four months now, but I felt a tug toward her unlike anything I’d felt before. Even the way I’d been with my ex-girlfriend, who I’d been with for three years, couldn’t compete with this. Nothing I felt before this could qualify as love, not when my heart thrummed every time I was in the same room as her.

Not when I couldn’t picture my life without her in it anymore.

Rachel woke not long after I did, stretching in my arms before she opened her eyes. She turned and looked at me, kissing me with more passion than I expected first thing in the morning. Not that I was about to complain.

“Good morning to you too,” I said.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Better than ever.” I kissed her forehead, incapable of voicing my thoughts just yet. I patted my right leg and said, “Sorry for trapping you again last night.”

She giggled. “It’s fine. I think it’s sweet.”

“Me? Sweet? Come on, Rach. I have a reputation to uphold.”

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