“We’re not all born to such privilege. Or born in states with snow.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“No, thanks.”
“Scared of falling over in front of me?” He walked until he was standing right in front of her. Tempting. Challenging. “Scared of needing me to help you? You’re really frightened of that, aren’t you?”
“You think you’re so smart.”
“I can have you competent in a day.”
“Competent?”
“Not good enough for you? She who must be the best.” He teased and bent to whisper to her. “Or are you too chicken?”
“I’m not afraid of falling in the snow in front of you.” She turned and paced away from him so she had some chance of being able to think. This was him doing his charming hero act. Trouble was, she was finding it hard to say no. The thought of escaping her screwed-up family for just a few more hours? One last morning of fantasy? “I’d have thought you had too much work to do. That you can’t afford the time to have fun.”
“I can always find time to spend up on the mountain.”
“So it’s the mountain you’re investing the time in… of course.” She faced him again barely able to stop her small smile. “I don’t actually like the snow. It’s wet and cold. I prefer wet and hot.”
“Your hotel was a summer place?”
“Of course. Steamy Louisiana summers. Anyway, you can’t take me today. You have that wedding.”
“And I have an extremely capable manager who’ll ensure all goes well now the flowers are all so perfect. Come on. I even have some sexy snow pants you can borrow. Summerhill brand is very popular for good reason.”
She shook her head. “You’re doing it again.”
“What?”
“Taking care of the wounded party. You know I was upset. You’re trying to fix it. You’re making sure I have the perfect Summerhill experience…”
“Would it be so awful if that were partly true?” He stepped right into her personal space, so close she could feel his heat.
“Yes. I don’t want your pity,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze from the bottomless blue of his eyes.
“Well you don’t have it.” He bent, whispering right into her ear. “Being near you turns me on and I like it. I like touching you. Kissing you. Arguing with you…” He pulled back and smiled down at her. “Don’t think I’m doing this for you, Sugar, this is all about me being selfish.”
She could barely breathe, turned on by his rough-edged talk, by his sly smile. He pulled off workaholic-turned-wicked very well. “Seeing you put it like that…”
He took her hand and turned. “Come on, we’ll find you some butt ugly ski gear.”
He’d obviously put in a couple of calls while she’d been showering to set the deal up, because only twenty minutes later, she was clad in new season Summerhill brand skiwear and he was walking her towards a helicopter that was apparently loaded with all the equipment they’d need for a morning in the snow.
“Why a helicopter, can’t we just go on that lift over there?” Savannah asked with a longing look at what she knew to be the beginner slope. “You know, the one nearest the doctor and those warm fires.” And Connor’s huge bed.
“Because we want to get to the best slope.” He sent her a sideways look. “You’ve been in a helicopter before?”
Actually no, she hadn’t. And to be honest, this didn’t look like the biggest helicopter. He guided her into the front seat and handed her a headset. She looked about for other people as he went round the other side to get in. But then she slumped back into her seat as he pulled on the headset and started fiddling with the controls. “You’re the pilot. Of course you’re the freaking pilot. Is there nothing you can’t do?”
“Of the things that need to be done on the mountain? No.” He pulled a paper from a compartment and scribbled a couple of notes on it before folding it and stowing it again. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me. I fly almost everyday, I’m not a hobbyist.”
“Why do you fly every day?”
“I usually do a couple advanced skier drops and I do any accident runs and—”
“Accident runs?”
“You’ll be fine,” he soothed, still focused on his pre-flight checks.
“Gee, it must be something to be picked up by the handsome young CEO of Summerhill when you’ve broken your leg skiing,” she said with mock awe. “Does it make them less likely to sue?”
“You think I’m handsome?”
She laughed.
He finally glanced at her. “You ready?”
Savannah held her breath as the rotor blades whirred. Even with the headphones it was noisy. And then they lifted up and she held her breath so long her lungs were about to burst.
His soft laughter sounded whisper close through the headset. “Relax, Sugar. Just take in the view.”
Oh there was no tearing her eyes from the view. One look from this eagle’s angle and she understood why he loved it.
She could see for miles and miles and what she could see was utterly majestic. So much bigger than either of them. The mountain range stretched far, gorgeous snow covered peaks, tree-studded on the lower slopes and then the valleys of the expansive countryside.
So beautiful it made her eyes water.
In minutes they were swooping, following up the snow-iced ridges until they were flying well above the tree line. Exhilaration flooded her. The helicopter cockpit was basically a glass bubble, it was like she was a bird flying without feeling the wind. And she was so not going to tell the guy how amazing his flying skills were.
“You like?” he asked.
She hesitated, then decided not to play the shrew. “I love it,” she muttered. “I just love it.”
She sensed his smile—was too riveted by the beauty of the ranges to turn and look at him. But the bubble of happiness enveloped her and she instinctively knew it held him in it too. A bubble of pure joy.
In silence she gazed as he took her higher and deeper into the range. And then she realized he wasn’t just dipping for a thrill, he was descending.
“You’re landing?” she asked. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I’m happy just taking in the view.”
“You don’t want to just see it. You want to touch it.”
She held her breath again. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, but that she couldn’t believe she was here at all—on the far side of the big mountain, circling into an area that kind of looked like a giant shallow bowl. There was no bump as they landed on the snow-layered ground, it was a gentle, perfect, placing of the helicopter.
In moments the noise of the machine had died and there was only silence.
She waited while he jumped down onto the snow and came round and opened her door. She almost didn’t want to move—she might shatter the illusion. It was like no one else in the world had ever been there. Like they were the first to touch this place.
It was so damn beautiful.
“Come on, let’s get you moving.” Connor prodded.
She frowned as he pulled out a giant looking skateboard.
“Starting on a snowboard you can progress a little quicker.” He explained.
“These boots are heavy.”
“You need to lock them into the bindings, see?” He lifted one of her feet and clicked her boot into position.
“You can slide down this slope, across the middle and up the other side, okay?” He demonstrated on his skis. Made it look so easy she was immediately irritated.
He clicked off his skis and walked towards her. “Come on, I’ll give you a hand.”
Which was exactly what she didn’t want.
“You hate being seen as less than amazing, don’t you?” he teased. “Thing is, you’re so fucking sexy in that snow gear, you can fall over fifty times and still be amazing to me.”
“I’m not falling over fifty times,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Determined creature.”
; “Always. Tell me what to do.”
His eyes lit up.
“That’s what you’re getting off on really, isn’t it,” she challenged. “You getting to boss me about.”
“You got me.”
She laughed as he held her hands and ran with her, balancing her. “So you’re a snowboard instructor as well?”
“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 fucking sexy,” he growled, withdrawing for a moment. “Your bare ass all pink in the snow. Your pussy 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.”
“I don’t want it back. I want to do it again, but we’re going to get frostbite in places we really don’t want to, if we stay here much longer.”
“Are you worried your bits are going to shrivel up all small and look less than impressive?” she giggled.
“There’s no danger of my bits shrivelling when I’m near you.”
“Oh,” she sent him a coy look. “Such flattery. Show me how it’s done then.”
“How what’s done?”
“Naked skiing.” A thrilled feeling swirled low in her stomach. “I have a sudden voyeur fetish.”
His jaw dropped. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. Give me a show. I bet you do it all the time, that’s how you have the all-over tan, right?”
“Actually, I’m just olive-skinned. But if it’s a thrill you’re after...”
She giggled as he kicked off his clothing—and thrust his feet back into the ski boots, clicking into the skis.
He was magnificent. The bruises around his ribs were now a bit of a rainbow but he wore them unashamedly. Like the scar from his accident. Proud. He was tall and lean and muscular, all male and right now? Preening.
She hugged herself as she watched him swooping around her.
“If you’re such a voyeur, shouldn’t you be touching yourself properly?” he suddenly called out.
Startled, she laughed. Then she saw the heat in his eyes. Saw the unmistakable growing arousal of his body. Understood that he wanted a show too.
She slid her hand down her pants. Slid her other hand into her top, into her bra. Gently rubbing her peaked nipple between forefinger and thumb. Her clit was still sensitive from him sucking her off earlier. It wasn’t going to take much to come again.
And watching him?
Now his cock was so hard and huge it jutted straight up to the sky. And when he turned, his butt was tight. She could see the outline of all his many muscles. She rocked her hips as she watched him speed by closer and faster. Her legs felt wobbly, she ached to lie down. To lie back and spread herself open for him like some kind of pagan offering.
She wanted to be bared in the snow for him. To feel the burn, the pain and the pleasure of extreme heat and vicious cold. She wanted to him to take her—furious and hard and yet gentle.
“That’s right, Sugar,” he called
, sounding husky. And pleased. And in control. “Make yourself come.”
He was calling the shots but she was too far gone to care.
“You get off from looking at me?” He paused a few meters from her and touched himself, wrapping his hand in a fist around his cock and rubbing from the root to the broad, blunt head. And that’s all it took for her orgasm to hit.
Her body shook as she cried out, her sex clenching.
He skied up to her. Kissed her. His hands supporting her. “Gorgeous woman. You need to get back into the ‘copter.”
“You’re the one going to get hypothermic,” she breathed.
“I know how long I have out here before that happens,” he answered. “And I won’t let it happen to you. Come on.”
She looked at him a long moment, then had to look away to that most brilliant blue sky. The most beautiful view. And the sadness hit—because she simply couldn’t reconcile this side of him with what she thought she knew.
“What is it you love so much? Is it all the celebrities? Meeting all those rich and famous people. The influencers?” she asked.
He stilled. “How can you stand out here and think that?”
“What am I supposed to think?”
“It’s the mountain.” He dropped his hands from her to spread his arms wide. “I want to take care of the mountain. That’s the clash with my father. He wanted to open it up to more development. Build more monster lodges. I want to keep it exclusive not because I want only a certain clientele, but because I don’t want the entire mountain riddled with ropes and lifts. We need to protect it.”
So big on protection, wasn’t he?
“So what we have developed,” he continued. “We’ve developed to the most elite degree. People pay for the privilege to be here.”
“And for the risk.”
“Yes. We drop them into those ungraded areas. They pay a premium for that. Because it’s so restricted in terms of the numbers that I’ll allow up there.”
“Because you don’t want it developed more?” That’s why he was King of the Mountain? “So you’re actually a conservationist?”
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