Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

I playfully hit him on the shoulder. “You sneaky man.” The corners of his mouth curved into a sexy-as-sin smile, causing my lower stomach to pull. “I’ve never been so happy in my entire life, Mitchell.”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Good. That was the plan.”

Magical. That was the only way I knew how to describe our location. The Post Hotel was beautiful. No, it was stunning. A dusting of snow covered the ground, but higher in the mountains everything looked as white as I’d imagined it would be.

I gasped as Mitchell opened the door of the rental car. Well, Jeep. Mitchell didn’t want to chance being caught in a storm without four-wheel drive.

“The pictures don’t do it justice, do they?” Mitchell asked.

“No! Where did y’all go skiing?”

Mitchell pulled me into his arms. “Did you just say y’all?”

My cheeks heated. “I guess I did.”

“I like it. Now I just need to get you saying fixin’. Like ‘I’m fixin’ to ride you all night long, Mitchell’ or ‘I’m fixin’ to do a strip tease for you, Mitchell.’”

I glanced around to see if anyone had heard him. “Stop that!” I whispered.

He shrugged. “So what? We’ll never see these people again.”

We walked to the back of the Jeep, and a bellhop came out with a cart, waiting to take our luggage.

“What if we come back with our kids?” I asked.

It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Mitchell didn’t freeze, or freak out, or even stumble on his words.

“People will be so enchanted by our beautiful children they won’t even notice we were the young couple talking dirty to each other so many years ago.”

This time someone definitely heard him. The bellhop. He cleared his throat and asked, “Can I get a last name, sir?”

“Parker.”

Mitchell had said that sentence before the bellhop cut in like he couldn’t have cared less. Meanwhile, my heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings as I thought about his words.

Our beautiful children.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Mitchell had thought about the future. Things were serious between us, and they had moved at lightning speed. One day I was angry with him, the next I thought I was pregnant with his child.

My hand went to my stomach. Carrying Mitchell’s baby suddenly seemed like something I wanted to do sooner rather than later.

“Ready?” Mitchell asked, taking my hand in his.

I smiled. “Yes! I can’t wait to see the cabin.”

He dropped my hand, slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “I can’t wait to make love to you in the cabin.”

Mmm… Delicious heat pooled between my legs. It didn’t matter if he was being romantic or talking dirty, Mitchell made my body ache for him in ways I had never dreamed possible.

As we walked toward the lobby, I took in the exterior of the hotel. Large river rocks were mixed with wood, giving it that rustic lodge look. The inside of the hotel was just as amazing—beautiful wood everywhere. Next to a large wall of windows that offered a view of the beautiful scenery sat large, chunky pieces of furniture.

“Wow. This place is stunning.”

“It is nice, isn’t it? We loved coming here in college.”

I did a quick glance around. A woman about our age sat at one of the large, oversized chairs. Her face lit up when her eyes landed on Mitchell. One of these days I would get used to women ogling him.

Focusing straight head, we approached the front desk. “Good evening. Welcome to The Post Hotel. Your name, please.”

“Mitchell Parker.”

The young girl behind the desk tried really hard not to gawk at Mitchell. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him. Almost like he was claiming me. And I liked it. No, I loved it.

“You’ll be with us five nights?”

I sucked in a breath. “Five nights?”

Turning, Mitchell shot me the smile that made me weak in the knees. When he wiggled his brows, I couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl.

Oh, the fun we are going to have.

“One key or two?”

Mitchell held up two fingers. “Better give us two, just in case.”

The girl chuckled like he had told a joke. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I knew how the poor thing felt. That had been me a year ago when I first laid eyes on Mitchell Parker.

“Mitchell Parker? Is that you I see standing in my daddy’s hotel lobby?”

I turned to face the woman I’d noticed earlier. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun that sat neatly on top of her head. She was dressed in business attire, but her breasts were practically spilling out of her shirt. My eyes drifted down her perfectly-shaped body to her Jimmy Choo shoes.

She looked like she belonged in New York City, not a small town in Canada.