Page 93 of Wrecked on the Mountain
The private infinity pool feels like it's hanging off the edge of the world. Natural mineral water from the mountain thermal springs fills the custom-built basin, steam rising in the cool air as endless mountain views stretch beyond the seemingly invisible edge.
"Jesus," I breathe, letting my robe drop to the stone deck. "This is unreal."
Jamie's already in the water, muscles glistening beneath the moonlight, champagne glasses balanced on the stone edges. He swims over to the infinity edge and turns back to me, and when he sees me naked, his expression goes dark with want.
"Come here," he growls.
I slip into the warm water, taking my time to enjoy the view. The temperature is perfect, hot enough to make my muscles melt but not so hot that I can't think straight.
Jamie pulls me against him immediately, my back to his chest, his arms circling my waist as we float together in the steaming water.
"I could get used to this lifestyle," I murmur, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
"That's the idea, sweetheart," he replies, hands sliding up my ribs to cup my breasts beneath the water. "You go right ahead and get used to it."
The combination of wine, warm water, and Jamie's touch makes me bold. I turn in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and the thick length of him presses against my core.
"Wanna?" I whisper against his mouth.
"Fuck yes," he confirms, lifting me to position me where he wants me.
He slides inside me and we both groan at the perfect heat, the way the warm water makes every sensation beneath the surface more intense. He moves slowly, one hand tangled in my wet hair while the other grips my hip.
"I love you," he murmurs against my neck, thrusting deeper. "Love you so fucking much, Brooke."
"I love you too," I gasp, my body arching against his as pleasure builds like a storm in my belly.
We move together in the steaming water, the mountain air cool against our skin while heat pools between us. The endless sky spins above us as I come with Jamie, pressing hard against the glass of the infinity edge.
"Thank you," I whisper against his chest. "For all of this."
Jamie chuckles, still holding me close. "Pretty sure half the town just got a good look at your ass pressed against the glass."
I bury my face in his shoulder, laughing. "Great. My reputation as the new city girl just took a nosedive."
"Let them talk," Jamie says gruffly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "They're just jealous they don't get to see you like this."
As we eventually climb out of the pool, wrapping ourselves in the resort's luxurious robes, I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the glass doors leading back to our suite.
We look like people who belong in this world. Pampered, glowing, completely happy.
I could get used to this.
After a quick clean up and shower, the dress Jamie bought me for dinner is hanging in the closet when I step out of the bathroom.
It's the kind of dress I've never owned because I've never had anywhere to wear it.
"You bought this for me?" I ask, running my fingers over the expensive red fabric.
"Saw it in the boutique downstairs," Jamie says, adjusting his cufflinks like it's no big deal. "Thought you might like it."
He's wearing a shirt that makes his eyes look like storm clouds, charcoal gray that stretches across his shoulders and makes me want to lick his collarbone.
"Jamie," I start, then stop because what do you say to someone who keeps giving you perfect things? "You can't keep buying me all this stuff."
"Yes, I can," he says firmly, moving behind me to zip the dress. His fingers brush the nape of my neck as he works the zipper, and I shiver. "I want to. Let me."
The private balcony has been transformed while we've been gone.
