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“They’ll be wondering where we are.” I hate myself for saying it, but it’s all I can think of.
“I’ll take the blame. Pretend I fell. Then you can nurse me back to full fitness.” He kisses me again, one arm looping behind my shoulders to pull me closer as I melt beneath his tongue. I was obsessed before I even met him. Now that I know he kisses like this, it’s terrifying. I could lose myself in him.
“Get a room!” some kid yells as they sail past us, and we break apart. Cameron shakes his head in disbelief.
“That little cockblocker.”
“Come on,” I say, looping my poles back around my wrists. “I want to show you something.”
“Follow me,” I call back up to him, pumping my right arm toward the woods that run along the side of the piste. I slow to a side slip as I approach, looking for a gap in the trees and when I find it, I zip between them.
“Oh, what the fuck,” I hear him yell behind me a few seconds later.
“Just let your skis follow the tracks. And keep your head low.”
Snaking through the woods is a hidden ski path, worn smooth by those who know it’s here and protected from the sun’s rays by the enormous pines above us. I weave in and out of trunks, ducking to avoid lower branches.
At a fork in the track, I veer right, leading us deeper into the woods until we reach a small clearing around an old stump. I think lightning hit it at one point, and now it’s a hidden sanctuary, thick with several feet of snowpack under untouched powder.
“Holy shit, that was amazing!” He rests his hands on his knees, panting to get his breath back as adrenaline races through him. “My thighs are burning.”
“I thought you’d like that. We always thought it was our special place when we were kids.”
“Come here,” he says, throwing his poles to one side and unbuckling his helmet. I do the same, hooking it over my wrist as he skis towards me, one of his sliding in between mine, the other to my side.
Our mouths crash together with equal force, both hungry after so many hours unable to get our fill of each other. His hands cup my face, tilting me up towards him while mine claw at the sides of his jacket, tugging him closer.
His kisses veer between soft and teasing, nipping at my lip, and desperate and searching, his tongue sweeping over mine.
He nudges me backwards, and I slide easily until my back hits the snowpack behind me. One hand cups the back of my head as he pins me in place with his knee and—
“Oh God, yes,” I groan loudly.
“The knee thing?”
“The knee thing.” I nod against his mouth, whimpering a little as he presses harder, dropping his kisses to my throat to suck gently at the tender skin there. My hips grind instinctively, desperate for friction, but between underwear, base layers and ski pants there are far too many layers between us. I want him to touch me so much I’m losing my mind.
“I need to get you alone,” he huffs out, echoing my thoughts.
“We’re alone right now,” I whisper, dropping one hand to the hard bulge behind his zipper.
“Naked alone. And I don’t know if that’s wise out here in the cold.” He’s probably right. Here in the shade of the trees, the temperature feels much closer to freezing, not that you could tell from the way my blood pulses hot through my veins. “I want to do all kinds of things with you, but not here. Can we make that happen somehow?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh, dropping my forehead to his chest. “Someone is always around at the chalet.”
He strokes my hair and sighs, too. “Fuck. I’m starving for you.”
“Maybe we come back early one day? Or skip skiing altogether?”
He kisses me again, softer this time, and I close my eyes and let myself get lost in him. Cameron’s kisses are a full body experience. Even when his mouth focuses on mine, his hands take care of the rest of me. They explore, play with my hair, grip my hip, squeeze my breast through my jacket, all a filthy taster of what he could really do to me if he had the chance.
“We’ll find a way. I promise.”
Chapter 21
Hannah
LunchatTheMarmotmarks the start of the Richmond family Christmas traditions, and nobody is much inclined to keep skiing when we could be chilling out, eating, drinking, playing games, or taking afternoon naps as the night draws in.
