And he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, giving her everything until all she could feel was masculine thickness, silk and intense heat. She clawed at his shoulders, dragged her fingers down his spine, closed her hands over his backside, but he kept up the same rhythm, driving into her again and again, deeper, harder, filling her until she felt her body begin to tighten and ripple around the power of his shaft.
He muttered something under his breath, and she knew he was trying to hold back, but she had long since lost control and her body fluttered, pulsed, quivered and tightened around his, and he groaned deep in his throat, a primitive animal sound as each spasm dragged him past the limits of his own control. He thrust deep, every movement intensifying her excitement, prolonging the moment of ecstasy.
Afterward she felt limp. Weak. There was sweat on his skin, and he dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing unsteady, their gazes locked.
She slid her fingers into his hair. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry or I will knock you unconscious.”
“I’m not sorry.” He murmured the words against her mouth, dragging his lips over hers, and then rolled onto his back, keeping her in his arms.
“And if you wake up tomorrow regretting it, I don’t want to hear it.”
“I may never wake up.” His eyes were closed. “I think you may have killed me, but I don’t want you to feel guilty about that. Just tell me one thing—where the hell did you buy that black, silky man trap?”
She smiled and pressed her mouth to his shoulder. “You didn’t like it?”
“I was going to ask if it came in other colors.” With a groan he dragged her hard against his body, and she curled around him.
The words I love you hovered on the edge of her tongue but this time she held them back, not daring to do anything that might upset this new balance, this new shift in their relationship.
Through the window she could see snow falling like confetti, and she smiled because the moment was perfect, and she wanted to hold on to it forever.
“I can’t believe I’m in your bed.”
“Technically this is your bed.”
“Have you ever thought about doing this? Honestly?”
“All the time.”
She thought of the party they’d had in the summer to celebrate the opening of the Boathouse Café. “You hardly ever looked at me.”
“I trained myself not to. I trained myself not to think of you that way. Our friendship was more important to me than a few nights of burning up the sheets.”
That was what this was to him? A night of burning up the sheets?
She felt a thud of disappointment and then reminded herself that for Tyler, this was a big step.
He was here with her now. That was all that mattered.
“There’s going to be powder tomorrow. Jess will have another snow day.” She felt him relax and knew she’d been right to change the subject.
“We’ll ski—” he tightened his hold on her “—and this time you don’t have to climb out of the window.”
“It was fun.”
“It was.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
“I never thought we’d end up here.”
He turned to look at her. “No?”
Janet’s words were embedded in her head. “Never thought you’d find me sexy.”
“Seriously?” He gave a low laugh. “I always knew you’d be hot in bed.”
“You did?”
“Of course. You’re athletic, and you have a great body.”