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Instinctively, I pull Hannah tight into my body, wrapping my arm around her head to tuck it to my chest. I keep her there until I dare open my eyes and assess our situation. It was already dark, but I can see even less now, a mound of powder built up all around us. As much as I don’t want to, I lift Hannah off of me and crawl as far as I can, scooping snow out of the way until there’s a gap we can fit through.
“This mountain is trying to kill me,” I say, looking back at where she’s waiting, fingers pressed to her lips, flushed pink from my kisses. “Let’s get you home before we get trapped here and freeze to death.”
Chapter 18
Hannah
“What’stheplanfortoday, then?” Dad asks from across the breakfast table where we’ve mostly eaten in silence.
Personally, my plan is to try to keep my shit together and not mount Cameron every chance I get.
What happened last night has been replaying on a constant loop in my head. The way his lips felt pressed against mine, the mix of beer and salt on his tongue as it coaxed into my mouth. The way his fingers curled around my pigtail, tugging my head back, then holding me tight to his chest as snow fell around us. The way my ear pressed against his chest in just the right spot to hear his heartbeat race.
It was a Hollywood level kiss.
And that was just the first one. We walked the rest of the way home in silence, arm in arm, but the second we stepped back into the chalet, his mouth was on mine again. My back against the wall, his hands unzipping my coat, pushing it from my shoulders and finding a new home on my waist, as mine raked through those curls I’ve longed to take hold of.
His tongue found my lips, teasing them apart on an urgent mission to stroke into my mouth. Our hands were everywhere, frantic and desperately seeking more skin. My fingertips curled around the muscles of his back, while his slid up and up, underneath my t-shirt until they found the curve of my breasts, a trail of goosebumps flushing over my skin.
His hips ground against me with an upward thrust and a deep moan, followed by a garbled one from me as my brain processed the sensation of him hard against my zipper.
When we pulled apart, both panting for breath, he held my face in his hands and stared into my eyes, pupils blown and needy.
“We need to get you into bed.”
“Yours?” I sighed, pressing my hips back against his.
“No way. What if your brother comes home? Or we might wake your parents.”
I hadn’t imagined he would be so cautious. It caught me off guard as I reconfigured the pieces of my brain that imagined him as an exhibitionist thrill-seeker willing to fuck anywhere and everywhere with the true pieces of the man stood in front of me.
“Not tonight. But soon,” he’d moaned into my mouth. He squeezed my ass as I climbed the stairs first, then apologised softly in the darkness. I’d have let him touch me anywhere. At my door he pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispered‘see you in the morning’, then slipped past me and closed the door to his room gently. And there he stayed, despite my hopes he’d sneak out at some point, into my room, where he’d find me underneath the covers, needy and waiting for his touch.
It was a clear boundary. Not around my brother, and not around my parents, which suits me fine, but in the cold light of day I’m freaking out about how I’m supposed to handle this.
Cameron is all man, pure sexual magnetism. Those gorgeous curls, that beautiful smile that literally makes me feel like my underwear is disintegrating. Even if I didn’t know about him from hisMac’n’Pleaseaudios, it’s impossible not to look at him and feel turned on.
I wasn’t lying when I saidCan I Tell You Something?is my favourite series. I’ve listened to countless hours of him telling me, well, his listeners, what he’s into. How he likes to touch himself, his favourite positions, all the little things that turn him on. Nobody knows better than me how skilled and adventurous he is in the bedroom.
I know he likes to be dominant most of the time, but switch it up occasionally and let his partners take control, too. He finds confident women a turn on, especially when they tell him what they want. I know he gets off on his partner’s pleasure, enjoys a little BDSM, and has no problem having sex in public.
Compared to all that, I’m just… me.
I’ve only slept with a handful of men, and one was, in hindsight, so selfish in the bedroom I’m not sure he touched my clit once in the time we were together. I’ve never asked for anything in my life, and I’ve only ever had sex in a bed. That’s probably Cameron’s fifth favourite place to do it.
I might have a sense in my mind of what I enjoy, but I’m nowhere near as confident or experienced as him. Last night was hot as hell, but what will he think of me when he finds out I don’t know what I’m doing? What would he even want with someone like me?
The unfortunate reality is he probably hooks up with women everywhere he goes, and I just happen to be the woman who is here right now. An easy target. A one-night thing for him is my every fantasy coming to life. And then what? I’d never recover. I’d certainly not be able to come back to this house again knowing what we’d done in it.
He knows from my messages how I feel about him, but he doesn’t know I’m basically obsessed. Thankfully, I had the sense not to declare my undying love over what I thought was a one-sided Instagram DM chat. Then I really would throw myself off the edge of a crevasse.
But then I remember the words he whispered last night as he lifted my chin… ‘I really want to kiss you’and ‘been wanting to do it since I first laid eyes on you’.Was that true, or is it something he says to every woman he meets?
Plus, there’s the small matter of him being friends with my brother, and the fact he lives on the other side of the world. Am I supposed to kiss him goodbye and pretend nothing ever happened between us? That kiss was unlike any I’ve had in my life, and it’s hard to believe it could be better with anyone else.
Oh God, this is a living nightmare. I’m on a one-way train to Heartbreak town.
“Hellooo?” Dad says again. “Today? Plans? Does anyone have any?”
