Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [70]
And try not to worry that this span of time with him will be the defining period of your entire life. Try not to worry that it will never be this good, this utterly grand, again.
“You were right,” she said, ready to return to a normal, easy topic. “It’s good to get out in the sun for a little while.”
He nodded, a sexy yet superior look gracing his face. “The smart little snowflake would take a bigger break, let me take her skiing. Or we could drive over to Breckenridge. Cute little ski town with lots of cafes and shops you’d probably like.”
Tempting, oh so tempting. But . . . “No, the smart little snowflake has a book to finish. So as nice as this breakfast is, I have to go back inside and get to work soon.”
He let out a groan of frustration. “You know, honey, I’m about as much of a workaholic as there is, but even I know it’s wise to take a break and refuel every now and then.”
She gave her head a knowing tilt. “And I’m willing to bet that if you had some big deal on the table right now that was time-sensitive, you’d be working at it night and day until it was done instead of wanting to play in the snow.”
He lowered his chin, narrowed his gaze on her, and let out a sigh. “Point taken.” Then, popping the last bite of a buttery English muffin into his mouth, he wiped his hands on a napkin and pushed to his feet. “Before you go, though . . .”
“What?”
“Stand up.”
She flashed a speculative look in his direction, thinking his expression had just shifted to a darker and oh-so-familiar one, even beneath the bright morning sun. “Why?”
Without answering, he rounded the table and took her hand, leading her across the large deck until she faced that same striking view of Vail and beyond. He stood behind her, hands pushing up under her coat to close warm on her hips. He leaned into her from behind, and even through the jacket, she could feel his hard-on. “Thought I’d give you a little morning treat before you go inside,” he breathed near her ear.
She looked over her shoulder into seductive brown eyes, offering her sexiest grin. “One problem—that’s not little.”
He returned the smile. “Your fault.”
“I guess you should make me pay then.”
He leaned closer, pulling back her messy hair to lower a kiss to her neck. “I intend to.”
As Braden’s hands gently began to push down her pants, just over her ass, the brisk air hit her and her pussy trembled with a mixture of sensations. She reflected on the fact that she stood on a snowy mountainside, her private parts exposed. She thought of Stan and Candy, and of Tommy, and of all those eyes she’d envisioned upon them in the dark the other night. She drew in her breath as Braden’s warm middle finger stroked into her, pleasure echoing through her from the touch.
“You realize,” she breathed, voice gone thready this quickly, “that someone somewhere could be watching us right now.” She could see neither Tommy’s house up above or Stan and Candy’s below from this angle, but the sudden “appearance” of Stan’s house through the trees yesterday had proven Braden’s place wasn’t truly as isolated as it felt.
His voice warmed her ear. “Unlikely—but possible.”
“Is that why we’re doing this?” she asked. “Because someone could see us?” Behind her, she was aware of him unzipping his jeans just before she felt his hard cock press warm into the center of her ass, flesh to flesh, his arms closing around her. She shivered—not from the cold, but the heat.
“You liked the idea that someone could see us the other night,” he reminded her.
“I think I was drunk,” she admitted quietly.
He laughed softly. “That had nothing to do with it.” Lowering his grasp back to her hip, he slowly slid his whole length into her, making her gasp at the sudden fullness. “Because you like the idea right now, too.”
And as he began to move in her, and as she began to meet his slow, firm strokes, her hands clamping to the railing for support as she arched her ass toward him, she couldn’t deny it. The knowledge that somewhere, hidden within the trees, someone could be watching them, watching her take his cock,