Page 39 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty

“Why don’t you go get changed into that bikini I packed for you, and we can head out to the hot tub?” Aiden’s fingers skim beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing against my skin.

Heat rushes straight to my core at the simple touch. I press my legs tighter together and nod. “Good idea.”

The corner of his mouth tips up and he leans in, his lips soft against mine. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it lightly before letting go.

When he goes to pull back, I follow him, deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangle, and he lets out a low moan that has me thinking of forgoing the hot tub entirely. I could spend the rest of the night out here with him and be perfectly happy.

But he ends the kiss when we’re both gasping for air and gives me a slight turn toward the bedroom.

“I have big plans for us tonight,” he murmurs in my ear before giving me a light swat on my ass.

Now, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is.

And, like the horny woman I am right now, I hurry to the bedroom and pull on the plum-colored string bikini and fix my gold nose ring before fluffing up my hair. I want to walk out there and have his jaw drop. If he doesn’t think that I’m the hottest woman he’s seen when I meet him at the hot tub, thenmyplans for this night are ending sooner than I thought.

I shake out the butterflies of anticipation. This isn’t the first time we’ve spent a night together, but somehow, this feels different.

Aiden put effort into this night. He sat down and thought about what I would like, and then he made it happen. He’s treating me like I matter to him — like this is going to be more than just a season fling to him.

And I don’t know if that’s true, but I want it to be.

As I walk out of the bedroom and over to the sliding door, I see his toned back as he pulls the cover off the hot tub and checks the water. The dips and lines of his muscles are highlighted by the string lighting hanging above him, making the stars in the night sky shine even brighter.

I take a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest as I push open the door.

Aiden turns in the middle of pulling the last of the corner of the cover off, stopping like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. His gaze rakes up and down my body. Another wave of lust courses through my veins as the front of his swim shorts tent just a little.

It takes him all of five seconds to close the distance between us, sweeping me into his arms and hauling me tight against his body.

He tastes like white wine as he kisses me, moaning low in the back of his throat.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his voice raspy as he steps back, his hands skimming up and down my waist, brushing against the undersides of my breasts.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I hook my finger into his waistband, and his erection grows bigger as I brush my fingertips over the front of his shorts.

Aiden goes to reach for me, and I squirm away from him and get into the hot tub, sinking down beneath the water and settling into the corner, stretching my legs out. Aiden pours two glasses of wine, handing me one before getting into the hot tub across from me.

His legs brush against mine, and I’m grateful I went for a wax at the spa yesterday morning. Nothing says getting ready to spend a couple days having endless amounts of sex like getting your leg hair ripped out.

“I can’t believe you put all of this together. Nobody has ever done something like this for me before.” I sip the wine before tilting my head back to look up at the snow falling around us.

“Seems like you’ve been going out with the wrong sort of men.”

“I’ve been going out with very few of them,” I say. “When Mom was sick, dating wasn’t really worth it. The two guys I saw didn’t understand that I was always going to be there for her when she needed me.”

“Their loss.” He takes a long drink of the wine, looking at me over the rim. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s a good thing that you were there for your mom. People regret it when they aren’t, and then they spend the rest of their life wondering what would’ve happened if they had just been there.”

“I agree. I thought a lot about whether I was doing the right thing or not while I was going through it.”

He studies me, something in his eyes that’s close to understanding. “And clearly, you decided to be by her side. I can’t imagine that was an easy choice to make either. It’s hard to see loved ones struggling.”

“It was. I thought a lot about what I was doing while I was going through it. Mom kept telling me to go out and live my life, but I didn’t know how to live my life without her in it, and I guess that’s where I’ve gotten to now.”

Aiden puts his wine to the side and drapes his arms over the edge of the hot tub. “I don’t know about you, but I happen to like where we are right now. Far better than the foster homes I used to spend time in.”

I grin, moving to straddle his lap, my arms draping over his shoulders. “Oh, are we going to play a game of whose backstory is more tragic?”

His hands drop to my waist. “I was thinking we could. I already told you about how my father couldn’t bear to be around me. Should I tell you about how I kept trying to get his approval?”

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