It was all the permission I needed. Lifting her slightly, I slipped her thighs around my hips and held her ass as I slid inside her tight, welcoming warmth.
Fuck, she was so hot it felt like I was being branded in the best way possible.
Her ankles locked behind my back, and her arms looped around my neck as she met me in a ravenous kiss. I lifted her up and down, using my body to stroke hers to completion.
She cried out every time I dropped her slightly, letting gravity help me take her deeper, and when it wasn’t deep enough, I leaned her against the wall next to my bed and began a rhythmic pounding that had her keening in my ear for more. Harder. Deeper.
Of course I was ecstatic to oblige.
But I held back just enough to keep her on edge, and even though she arched against me, knowing how to take her own pleasure, I denied her that tiny bit of friction she needed.
“Landon!” she cried out in frustration.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded.
“I love you,” she told me in pants of her breath against my lips, our foreheads pressed together.
“Tell me this is forever. You and me. Always.”
“Forever.” She gasped as I swirled inside her, hitting her clit. “Always.”
I kissed her with stark relief and passion, then changed our angle to give her everything she needed, thrusting until she came apart in my arms. She clamped down on me as she came, squeezing me like a vise, her head thrown back in the most gorgeous display of ecstasy I’d ever seen.
She pulled me over with her, and I came with a shout, her name a prayer on my lips.
Our breathing was ragged as I backed up to the bed, collapsing until she lay against my chest.
“We. Really. Have. To. Go,” she said, every word between a breath.
“I had more fun when you were coming,” I teased.
She smacked my chest. “Get up and let me show you how much I love you.”
That was an offer I couldn’t refuse, and within twenty minutes we’d dressed and headed out the door. I paid the pizza guy on our way out, and she fed me bites of a slice as we headed toward the airport, my hangries long forgotten.
“There’s not another flight out today,” I told her.
“Trust me,” she said sweetly, using my words against me. As we got closer, she changed her orders. “Turn here.”
“This is the private airport,” I said.
“Yep,” she answered.
I followed her directions until we pulled onto the landing strip. “Is that…?”
“My dad,” she answered.
Fuck. My. Life.
I parked the car where she directed and pulled both of our bags from the trunk. “Mr. Dawson,” I said as we approached him.
He’d ditched the stiff suit in favor of jeans and a Patagonia vest.
“Mr. Rhodes. My daughter tells me I’ve misjudged you.”
I wrapped my arm around Rachel, who tucked into my side like she’d always been there. “In some ways, sir. In others, I was exactly what you thought.”
He nodded. “That’s fair. She tells me that you need to get to Aspen, and I happen to be headed to the X Games for the company. Want a lift?”
I stood dumbstruck for a second until Rachel poked me in the ribs. “What do you say? Want to take your curse for a little spin in Aspen?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
I shook my head and kissed her, uncaring that her dad watched us. I was never going to hide my love for this woman again. Ever.
“No. But I sure as hell want to take my lucky charm.”
She grinned, and I lost my heart all over again when her nose crinkled. “Then I guess we’d better get going. You’ve got medals to win.”
I agreed with her, but only so she’d get her butt on the plane.
I’d always felt like there were two sides of me when it came to this sport, and I still couldn’t figure out how I’d found a woman who could love both.
As Nova, I’d win those medals, hit the ridgelines, smile for the cameras, and win the glory. I was unstoppable with her next to me.
But as Landon, I knew the truth: medals were nice, but I’d already won something so much more precious than gold—Rachel’s love.
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