Bound for Me (Be for Me #4)(54)

“You really need to ask?”

“I bet there are lots of requests for one on one lessons.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

She was right, she knew it. But she also suspected he didn’t take that many private classes these days. He was too busy.

Forty minutes later she was hot and happy and actually able to balance on her own for more than a bit.

“You’re doing great.” He caught her in his arms as she cruised along the gentle slope towards him. “You deserve a reward.”

“What did you have in mind?” Oh she knew already.

“The view.” Keeping his hands on her, he moved to stand behind her. “See?”

He wrapped his arms more tightly around her middle and drew her back to lean against him.

She looked across the small, private slope to the other mountains in the distance. “But we’re touching as well as looking, right?”

“You bet we are.”

He kissed her neck and she tipped her head, offering more skin. Wanting more sensation.

And he gave it to her.

“You did this deliberately, didn’t you?” she murmured.

Her feet were rooted in the hard boots, spread apart and locked in on the snowboard. She couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t move. And he had his hand down the front of her slim fit ski pants. She sighed, rubbing back against him. Wanting him to fill her.

But he moved, suddenly tugging her pants down until her butt was bared.

“Connor,” she inhaled quickly. “It’s cold.”

“You think?” He walked around to face her, the expression in his eyes was nothing short of wicked. “Cold and wet. You don’t like that, right?”

No. She did not.

But she watched, waited, her brain freezing as he bent and scooped up a small handful of the powdery snow.

“You wouldn’t,” she breathed.

“So much of the fun in sex is the play of opposites, right?” he said, moving toward her with slow, careful deliberation. “Hard, soft. Fast, slow. Hot…” He cupped her mound, pressing the snow against her wet cleft. “And cold.”

“I can’t believe you did that,” she gasped, reaching out to brace herself on his shoulders.

The snow burned and she instinctively tightened her inner muscles.

He pressed his palm harder against her, the ice crystals creating a friction all their own against her burning clit. But then he twisted, adding in his fingers… playing like he was a freaking world class violinist. And then he inserted one snow cold finger right inside her.

She moaned. Words gone.

Not releasing her sex, he dropped to his knees and replaced his fingers with his mouth. His hot tongue. Then he brought the lot into play, thrusting two fingers inside her while flicking his tongue across her clit, licking away the melting snow.

She cried out, shivering and burning, blinded by brilliant sun and bright white snow and the best orgasm ever.

She pressed her fingers into his shoulders. “Please,” she muttered.

“You want the rest?”

“Everything.” She breathed in deeply, so filled with desire. “You have your special First Aid kit?”

“In my pocket.”

Sure enough, he had his pants down and was sheathing his cock in record time.

“Enjoy the view, Sugar.”

With her feet still bound to the board she couldn’t balance, not when she was so hot and desperate to move. Laughing he wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered her so she was kneeling. Giving in to every rising animal instinct, she reached forward, planting her palms in the snow, letting the cold slide between her fingers. Hot and cold and wet and wild.

“My turn for a ride,” he muttered.

She gasped as he thrust. Pleasure zinged along her nerves. The feeling of him pushing inside her felled her every time. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tossed her head back and let out a primal roar.

Alone with him out here on top of the world, she was having it all.

He grasped her hair. “You’re so f*cking sexy,” he growled, withdrawing for a moment. “Your bare ass all pink in the snow. Your * glistening and dripping with ice. And the way you move?” His laugh was rough and sharp edged. “Like you can’t get enough?”

That was because she couldn’t. “Harder.”

“And faster.” He agreed, giving her the pleasure of his penetration again. “I know what you want, Sugar. Always.”





Chapter Sixteen





Savannah stood and stretched, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

“Thought it might make you feel better.” Connor said smugly, reaching out and taking her hands in his, rubbing them between his, warming them.

“Sex cures all?”

“Fresh air, exercise. It’s a good combination.” He righted her pants and pulled her into an embrace, pressing her still-thawing hands to his chest.

“You’ve done it often?” She tried to keep the question light, but the thought of him bringing other women to this place? Crushing.

“I have never had sex in the snow before. Never brought a lover up here.” He kissed her neck.

“No way, you were a snow-sex virgin?” She patted her hands on his chest delightedly. “I took part of your virginity. It’s mine and you can’t have it back.”