She squeezed his shoulders, silently urging him to go on.
He felt like the mountains in the foreground were mocking him, but he found the strength to go back to that time. “I took two bronze, and four years later on a bad run, I shattered my knee in the qualifying trials and killed any hope for the Games. Surgery and rehab were a bitch. Sometimes I didn’t think I’d get through it.”
Rina had been there every step of the way. She’d been his rock. His best friend. But not the woman who consumed his every waking thought like Emily did. And she needed to know who he was and what had brought him to this point. Why he’d taken off from his life in New York so easily.
“Eventually I came back to the sport. I was strong and ready and then came the car accident. I broke my leg and my spirit. After that, I didn’t have it in me to rehab again and try and qualify against the younger skiers another four years later. I let my dreams go.”
He gripped the railing in front of him and went on. “I figured at that point, I owed Ethan and I needed to go into the family business. I mean, what else was there for me to do?” He exhaled a hard breath. “But I hated everything about my day-to-day life. Eventually I adapted and it became my new normal but it doesn’t excite me. I guess that’s why it was so easy to decide to take time off when I came here. But to ski? That’s another story altogether.”
“Hey.” She pushed so he’d turn around and face her. “I’m sorry I brought up a sore subject but I’m glad you shared your past with me.”
“You’re the only one I’d share any part of myself with.”
At his words, her eyes darkened with pleasure. “What do you say we christen this huge bed instead?”
Now that was an idea he could get behind. Bending down, he lifted her into his arms. She squealed in delight, winding her arms around his neck as he carried her back into the room.
He slid her to her feet and he studied her. Long blonde hair fell over her shoulder as she began to undress, and the desire to wind the strands around his hand as he pounded into her surged through him. His cock throbbed at the thought and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her as she revealed that silken skin. Somehow he managed to strip his own clothing off at the same time as he watched her.
And then she was standing in front of him, naked, and his breath caught in his throat. Lithe and willowy, she fit him perfectly, her body made for him in every way. For him to worship and devour but right now he just wanted to get inside her and assuage this need she created by just being herself. By listening to him and understanding, she made him feel more than just a physical desire. He wanted to imprint himself on her so she experienced that same deep yearning for him in return.
“God, I want you.” He stepped closer and wound his hand around her hair and tugged.
She moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation of pain against her scalp. The sound reverberated in his body, his dick throbbing harder. He pulled her closer and sealed his lips over hers, sliding his tongue over her lips and thrusting into her open, waiting mouth. She kissed him back, the obvious desire inside her matching what he felt for her.
Unable to wait, he turned her around and pushed her face down against the platform bed, the height giving him the right placement and angle for what he had in mind. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom, ripping the package open, and pulling it on while she waited, ass tipped up, tempting him.
Then he was behind her, nudging her legs apart with his feet. He placed his hand on her back, his cock aligned at her entrance. He trailed his fingers down the bumps of her spine, causing her body to shiver.
He was teasing her, arousing her, working on her anticipation and then he pressed slowly inside. Her body clenched around his dick, pulling him in deeper, and he couldn’t wait, gliding out and thrusting back in hard and fast.
“Oh God.” She shuddered.
“Fuck.” He clenched his teeth and picked up a steady rhythm, taking her hard, knowing from her satisfied cries she was right there with him.
Overwhelmed by the sweet scent he associated with Emily, surrounded by her hot body, and stripped bare by all he’d revealed to her, he slowed down, wanting more than a quick fuck with a woman he was growing to care deeply about.
He slid out and back in, taking care to let her feel him as he moved. She arched her back, meeting him as he ground into her, their bodies in sync with every thrust of his hips.