Page 19 of Connected By Christmas
“You never complain about my bossiness in the bedroom,” he murmurs in my ear. “You love being told what to do.” His warm lips touch my neck, and I shiver as tingles invade my body. He’s pressed up against me from behind, and his hand holds my body firmly in place. Mav has never been one to shy against public displays of affection. In fact, he loves to get me worked up in public places and see how far he can take it.
He has a way of making me forget where I am, as all my attention goes to him and what he makes my body feel. Now is no exception as his tongue swipes across my skin.
“Admit it,” he breathes against me, “my fiancé loves my bossiness.” His teeth graze my ear before pulling on my earlobe.
“I love your bossiness,” I whisper, enjoying the way his soft lips feel on my skin.
“Turn around and kiss me.” His dimples flash briefly as I willingly obey him, only proving his point that I love being told what to do in the bedroom.
He drops the snowboards and clutches my face with his gloved hands before invading my mouth like a man starving for my taste. His tongue finds mine as he aggressively takes what he wants…what he knows we both want. The world around us dims as it only becomes the two of us on this snow-filled hill.
I hear a distant whistle, and my brain struggles to understand what it is. Mav pulls away, grinning. “Shit, I forgotwe’re not alone.” He looks up, and I follow his gaze to see a group of teenage boys encouraging him with whistles and glove-clapped hands.
“Oh my God,” I bury my face in Mav’s jacket as his body shakes with laughter.
“You are so lucky, man,” one of them yells out.
“You almost melted the snow!” I hear another yell as they all laugh.
“Okay, guys, shows over,” Maverick calls out to them. “Get back to the slopes.” I hear boots crunching on the snow as they walk past us. “They’re gone now,” he says when they are out of sight.
I lift my head, and Mav can’t stop the wide grin on his face. “What? It’s not my fault I lose all sense of where I’m at when you kiss me like that.”
“You kissed me firstlike thatright in front of everybody.” I swat his chest as he laughs harder.
“And I would do it all over again.” He grins and picks up the snowboards again.
And I have no doubt I would let him do it again, and we both know it. He’s my biggest weakness. He grabs my hand, and when his beautiful green eyes meet mine with love…I know he is undeniably my biggest strength as well.
Instead of leading us back to the lobby after we turn in our snowboards, he leads me to the snowtubing hills.
“No way,” I say, stopping in my tracks. “The last time we did this when we were younger, I flew off the back of our double and landed in a snow drift.”
“I was young and stupid then and trying to impress you,” he laughs. “I’m much more mature now.”
“I highly doubt that.” I roll my lip between my teeth and eye the double tubes stacked against the wooden shed, wondering what my chances of surviving on that thing are.
“I won’t steer it over snow piles like I did last time. We won’t soar in the air, I promise. I just want to go down a couple of times.” He pulls me with him and selects a tube. “It will be fun,” he grins back at me.
“Those are always someone’s words right before they die,” I mutter.
Laughing, he steps close and kisses me softly on the lips. “I would never let you die. You’re my favorite person. Besides, we’ve spent way too much on this wedding for it not to happen, and the time has passed for me to get a deposit back.”
He laughs when I push him off of me. Hiding my grin at his not-so-funny joke, I grab the tube and start walking.
“I get to steer this time,” I throw back over my shoulder. “Just lean when I do.”
“That’s my girl.” He grins like a little kid, and I finally break out into laughter that I’ve been holding back.
I settle down in front as he gets behind me. I glance back at him and can’t help but feel the excitement as we did as kids. “You ready?”
“I’m always ready.” He winks at me and pushes us off with his hands. The tube takes off down the hill, and I laugh as the cold air blasts me in the face. I lean a little to the left, wanting to go on the steeper side. We pick up speed and start to veer off the instructed path.
“Go to the right!” Mav yells behind me. I ignore him as I set up a small snow drift in my line of sight. Just a little air won’t hurt. I grin when we hit it at the bottom of the hill, catching some air before we land and topple over into the snow.
“Did you see that? We flew over that mound!”
“Yeah, I saw it,” he laughs beside me on the ground. “What happened to no snow drifts? My life flashed before my eyes.”
