Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best large ereader .txt) 📗

Her lips parted for him, and a thrill charged through her at the gruff sound he made, deepening the kiss. His short beard rasped against her skin as his tongue slid against hers, and she wove her fingers through his thick hair, pulling him closer. She clenched her thighs together, already wet and achy. Throbbing. Needing. Melting.

His mouth moved slowly against hers, as though he had all time in the world. As though she wasn’t dissolving into a puddle of need, disappearing faster and faster with each sweep of his tongue against hers. His other hand curled around her waist, caressing her. God, he smelled so good. He tasted so good. With the solid, masculine warmth of his body so close, with his tongue caressing hers, it was easy to forget about everything—Stammler, the retreat, all the problems Sebastian had caused.

That thought was like a bucket of cold water, and she broke the kiss, pulling back. “I…” She touched her tingling lips and shook her head. “I have to go. Dinner. Um. Yeah.”

He let her go, his hand sliding off of her waist, and she didn’t dare look back because she didn’t trust herself not to throw herself at him. At this man who’d been nothing but chaos in her life.

“Kayla,” he called, a bolt of satisfaction charging through her at the hint of sandpaper in his voice. She allowed herself a small glance over her shoulder and her heart vaulted into her throat at how devastatingly sexy he was, especially with his hair slightly mussed from her fingers. “Think about it.”

She swallowed and turned back around, feeling the heated weight of his gaze on her as she moved back toward the dining room.

Think about it. As if she wasn’t going to replay that kiss a hundred times and then a hundred times again. She stopped and looked over her shoulder again. He’d stood, his hands on his hips, stretching the fabric of his shirt across his broad chest.

“I’ll give it the consideration it’s due,” she said with a small smile, blood rushing to her cheeks as she headed back to the dinner.

9

Sebastian watched Bodhi swoop through the half-pipe, catching huge air as he wowed the gathered crowd for their daily demonstration. Ever since the word spread that there was a free show every afternoon, the crowds had been getting bigger and bigger. So much so that he, Lane, and Bodhi had taken to doing multiple runs, all of them loving the chance to show off. Bookings for lessons were up, so Patrick was happy to let them do their thing.

From his spot at the top of the half-pipe, he turned and scanned the crowd, squinting a little through the light smattering of snowflakes floating down from the grayish-white sky. The forecast was calling for a few inches later in the day, which meant tomorrow morning’s ride would be even better with the fresh powder coating the mountain.

A flash of pink caught his eye and he squinted, the snow coming down in thicker, fluffier flakes now. His heart crashed violently against his ribs at the sight of Kayla on the other side of the hill, leaning against the railing, her eyes on him. He didn’t know if he should wave or ignore her or what, so he just nodded and then forced his attention back to Bodhi’s run.

He hadn’t talked to her since she’d walked away after he’d kissed her last night, and he didn’t know where they stood. Fuck, he didn’t even know if that kiss had changed anything between them. What he did know was that it had changed him. With his mouth on hers, he’d felt clearer about what he wanted and what he needed than he had in months.

He wanted Kayla. Wanted more of her sweetness and warmth, of her sarcasm and intelligence. He wanted to feel those curves under him, wanted to feel her nails raking down his back as he lost himself inside her. Wanted to hear her scream his name as he gave them what they both needed.

He wanted to be the kind of man worthy of those things. Worthy of a beautiful, smart woman like Kayla in his bed, and more. More because this feeling eating him from the inside out wasn’t just lust. There was something else there, too. Something new and dangerous. He loved the way she challenged him, made him want to be more than the sum of his past mistakes. She made him want to earn her respect.

The snow intensified, the flakes falling faster, swirling and sticking to everything they touched. Bodhi finished his run, earning a loud round of cheers from the gathered spectators, and he took several bows before flopping down on his back in the snow and making a snow angel, just like he did at the end of every run he thought had gone well. It was his little celebration. In the past, a long time ago, Sebastian had sometimes done a backflip at the end of the half-pipe.

A dull ache throbbed in the middle of his chest. It was grief—for what he’d had and then lost, for the future denied him, for the joy he’d once found on the mountain that had disappeared from his life after his injury.

He glanced in Kayla’s direction again, heat and adrenaline charging through him when he found her eyes still on him.

Time to show off a little.

He slid down the small slope leading to the halfpipe and then dropped in, gathering speed. The air whooshed by, but he couldn’t feel the chill for how hard his blood was pumping. He launched into his first trick, a frontside double cork 1260, landing it smoothly to big cheers. The screams only fueled him, and he geared up for his next trick, a repeat of what he’d just done, but he sped into it backside, making it more difficult. His chest felt light as he landed the trick easily, everything clicking into place as he let muscle memory