I swirled my finger, silently telling her to spin and show off the whole package. She rolled her eyes, but did as requested, even giving me a little shimmy of her very fine ass.
“You keep shaking that spectacular ass and we’ll never make it out of this room,” I warned. She laughed and stilled her movements, much to my regret. I handed her a drink and we finished them off in silence, enjoying the view, her eyes on the window and mine on her.
“Ready to go?” she asked as she set her glass on the sideboard. I nodded, following her example.
“Wait, one last thing.” I gripped her arm and tugged until her chest pressed up against mine. Then I proceeded to kiss the fuck out of her. After I released her, I surveyed the aftereffects, satisfied Zach would clearly see I had no problem getting her hot and bothered. She’d mentioned his asinine comments about her being frigid and I was looking forward to the look on his face when he realized he wasn’t man enough to make her burn.
“Now, we’re ready to go.” I smirked.
I took her hand and we made our way to the third level where there were several conference rooms. I smiled widely when I saw the astonished expression on the little shit’s face. He was decked out in tan slacks and a pale green polo with the collar turned up; his hair neatly parted and waxed into place without a single stray. He looked like he needed the stick removed from his ass and I seriously questioned how Elisa had seen anything in him.
His plastic companion was glaring, her eyes bouncing between Elisa and Zach. I slipped my arm around Elisa’s waist and pulled her in close, softly kissing her temple. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with amusement, and I caved to the urge to kiss her sweet lips.
We found our name cards and I felt Elisa stiffen at the realization we were sharing a table with Thing One and Thing Two. I mentally shrugged. It gave me even more chances to get my hands all over Elisa. I pulled out her chair and ran my fingers through her loose tresses, then took a seat. I rested my arm across the back of her chair, continuing to toy with the silky strands.
For the most part, I ignored the duo seated across from us, but when I did get a glimpse of them, I reveled in the sour looks on their faces. Barbie...I mean, Brittany, was doing her best to drape herself all over Zach, and he was trying to extricate himself from her tentacles while attempting to catch Elisa’s eye.
Elisa didn’t seem to notice either of them. She paid attention to the presentation and instinctively melted back into me. I inwardly smiled. She was already getting used to my presence and feeling safe enough with me to let down her guard. I’d made no bones about wanting her while still reigning in my actions, afraid of overwhelming her, but her relaxed state and forward comments from earlier made me decide it was time to up my game.
Going forward, I wasn’t going to be so subtle about how much I adored her and my determination to spend the rest of my life with her. Before we left this resort, she would have no doubt about our future either.
Lunch finally concluded and we bundled up to enjoy the crisp winter air. Elisa had only skied a few times in her life and I was looking forward to helping her improve. I intended to take a very hands-on approach.
She chattered excitedly while we waited for our turn on the lift. Once we were securely in the glass enclosure, I dragged her into my arms.
“I’ve been waiting all day to do this,” I growled before sealing my mouth over hers.
Chapter 6
Elisa
Our kisses quickly got hot and heavy, enough to steam up the bubble surrounding us. The lift had turned into a swinging cocoon of privacy where all my inhibitions flew out the fogged window. It felt like we were floating over the mountain in our own little world—a place where the only thing frigid was the weather outside. Brysen had the power to make me melt into a puddle with the smallest of touches.
“The first orgasm I gave you put us in the mile high club,” he murmured in my ear as he unsnapped my snow pants. “I like the idea of the second one getting us into the bubble club.”
“What’s the bubble club?” I breathed out in a puff of air when his fingers slid into my panties.
“Same thing as the mile high club, but in an enclosed ski lift,” he answered, pulling the zipper all the way down one side of my pants.
I gripped the material, holding it in place as Brysen slid to his knees in front of me. My passion cooled at the ease of his answers and how comfortable he seemed with sex on a ski lift. “I don’t think I can do this.”
Brysen’s fingers stopped moving as soon as the words left my mouth. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “The fuck you can’t. Leave it to me. All you need to do is sit back and enjoy this while I make you come again. It’s been hours since I’ve felt your pussy clench against my fingers and I need it. Now.”