“I’m confident. No stunted growth issues here.” Hell, his usually loose pants were killing him, he was harder than he’d been in his life.
Something lit in her eyes.
“You want to check that out for yourself?” he invited. Please.
“I’ll take your word for it. For now.”
Had he just gotten harder? Game on. “Can I go back to objectifying you, or are you going to talk to me?”
Savannah glanced at him, weighing up her answer. Was it terrible to admit she was getting off on the way he was looking at her?
This wasn’t like being leered at by those pricks, this was like being savored. Like she was something rare and precious… and yeah, she’d clearly gotten high from the antiseptic fumes or something.
He laughed, suddenly looking so carefree. So sexy. “I do like the view,” he confessed. “Nothing wrong with looking, is there?”
No, maybe not. She was stupidly flattered. The desire to flirt unfurled completely. It was so foreign to her. When he’d walked in he’d struck her as the kind of guy who never smiled, he’d seemed so damn serious and pissed off. How wrong could a girl be?
“How much do you like it?” she asked more from genuine curiosity than any kind of attempt to be an ingénue.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “An indecent amount.”
A purely genuine answer.
Sexual awareness zinged through her. Indecent. She couldn’t help a quick glance at his crotch. Oh my. He was hard just from looking at her? She didn’t reply but turned away, conscious of his gaze still on her. She could feel it, burning through her clothing.
Yeah, like he had laser vision. But her nipples tightened. Beneath her pressed white shirt they were obvious.
He noticed. He fell silent.
Who knew closing up a bar could count as foreplay? In silence she moved around the room, tweaking the last few things. Unnecessary really given she’d be back in to clean properly first thing. But she wanted to spin this moment out to it’s fullest.
Because it could only ever be a moment.
She bent over to clear the last table and heard the hiss of indrawn breath from behind her. Deliberately provocative, she turned her head over her shoulder and raised her brows at him.
“Come here.”
Was that a command? Oh she didn’t think so. She straightened and turned to face him, but didn’t take a single step nearer.
He smiled, understanding flashing in his face. “You’re teasing me.”
“It’s your choice whether or not to watch.”
“My choice?” He laughed, rough and sexy. “I’m watching.” He answered in a low voice. “Everything.”
Everything.
Savannah paused, her inner alarm ringing. She didn’t do everything with anyone and as fun as this moment had been, it was over. It had to be.
“Well sorry.” And she was. “It’s time for you to leave now.” Her voice was embarrassingly husky and she tasted regret in the back of her throat. “I need to lock up and get going. I’m sure you’re well enough to walk now.”
Hs eyes narrowed for a moment and he looked at her too long, too intensely again. But then it was like the final part of the puzzle clicked in his head and he smiled. He stood.
“That’s what you want? Me to leave you alone?” His blue-eyes seemed to be asking something while still seeing everything.
No.
Yes.
She hesitated, running her tongue over her dry lip. She needed to be alone. She knew what happened if you relied on someone. They let you down. Every. Single. Time. And as tantalizing as this had been, she couldn’t see it through. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He stood up from the stool and walked over to the door, going straight through it and along the short corridor to the main entrance door. He turned and flashed a heart-stopping smile. He’d known she’d followed him. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he said.
And he was gone.
On auto she locked the door after him.
She hadn’t taken care of him. Not the way she could have. And she wasn’t disappointed. But when she went back into the bar she saw his wool hat still on that wide, polished wood. She touched it, felt the soft warmth. Felt another kind of warmth flood her core.
Hell. She’d gone crushtastic and turned into a pathetic stalker. She didn’t do crushes. She didn’t do affairs. She didn’t do anything. She was here to work. Here to call out a family of creeps. Here to get over the past and then she could move on alone and strong and feeling like she’d vindicated her father and restored his honor. Or something.
Glancing around the place in one final check, she then set the alarms before pulling on her thick coat and taking the back exit.
She wasn’t worried about walking home so late in such cold weather. She’d move fast to keep warm and there was zero street crime in this perfectly constructed ski village. But as she started along the snow pale path, a shadow stepped away from the side of the building.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, reaching into her pocket for her pepper spray, but recognising him in the same breathless heartbeat.
“Did you really think I’d give up that easily?” His teeth flashed white in the starlight as he smiled. “Thought I’d see you home.” He held out his hands and gave a little shrug. “Thought it was my turn to take care of you. Just a little.”
“I don’t need you to see me home.” She didn’t need anyone to take care of her.
He inhaled deep and let out a long sigh. “I know, but I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet,” he added oh so reasonably. “I’ve had such a nice night looking.”
“And that’s all you want to do?” she asked sceptically. “Look?”
“You already know I want to do way more than that. The question is whether you want me to.”
She stared at him, remembering what he’d said she needed. What he’d promised. Pleasure.
“The way you look at me? The way you talk to me?” He tempted so easily, so confidently. Like he was used to persuading rooms full of people. “You’re not the kind of woman to play games. You see something you want, you go for it. You call those guys on their crap. You deliver on your customer service. It’s plain and simple for you. If you’re attracted, you step up and take it, right?”
What, he saw her as some empowered, go-for-it woman? Such a seductive fantasy. But he didn’t have it right, she wasn’t like that.
“Are you going to go for it?” he asked.
Damn good question.
King of the Mountain was strong and fit and he was leaving. He’d said it was his last day on the lifts. So she’d be just another of the many women he’d no doubt enjoyed.
And when had she last enjoyed? When had she last felt pleasure? Why shouldn’t she have one night just for her? Didn’t she deserve that when she’d been working so hard for so long and so little?
She took a step towards him. Something flashed in his blue eyes, but he stayed still. Waiting. Letting her make the move. She took another step.
“You want me to go for it?” she asked, a whisper in the cold, cold night.
“I just want you.”
What little hesitation she had left, melted. He was different to the other guys who’d flirted with her. To the guys who’d insulted her. To any other guy she’d met. Maybe he was right. This was simple.
As simple as reaching up and touching her mouth to his.
He remained motionless as she did. But as she neared, she felt his heat. Felt his restraint. And suddenly she didn’t want that restraint anymore.
“I just want you, too.” She wanted it all. Just for now. “Kiss me back.”
Suddenly he moved, his hands lifting to her chin, to hold her face up to his. His lips didn’t just brush hers, they tasted. She heard his muffled groan as he stepped in closer and deepened the kiss.
Savannah simply melted. Because he kissed anything but plain and simple.
His tongue? Wicked. Teasing.
His lips? Firm. Commanding.
His embrace? Hot.
“Here’s the thing,” he said, breaking the seal while pressing his body harder against hers, sounding as breathless and desperate as she felt.
His arms locked deliciously tight about her waist. “I want you. Want this. Just... now. That’s all. I can’t do more than that.”
Sex with her the once was all he wanted? There was a god. “Perfect.”
She heard his groan. Felt power and pleasure at how strongly he was affected. And felt relief. Because she was the same. She reached higher onto tiptoes, pouring herself into the kisses, sliding her hands under his bulky jacket. Turned out the bulk was him as much as the jacket. Strong, broad, built. And so freaking hot.
“No one’s ever gonna know,” he said. “Just us. Just once.”
“Why will no one know?” She pulled back, horrified by a sudden thought. “Are you cheating?”
“No,” he answered quickly. “There’s no one in my life. I just get the feeling you like your privacy. All I meant was that I’m not gonna to brag to everyone in town that I banged you.”
“You’re going to bang me?” Goosebumps rippled over her skin, but she was far from cold.
“If you want me to,” he said, lifting a hand to cup the side of her face. She felt the rough bandage on his finger. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” His other hand tightened on her butt, pulling her against him again as he kissed his way down her neck. Cold air, warm breath, hot lips. Shivers. “This is only about you tonight. I’m only for you.”