“Fucking Christ, Hudson, you’re gonna kill me,” he murmurs as the tip of his nose traces along my jawline, skimming from one ear to the other. “Either that, or your dad’s gonna find us in here and do it himself.”

My fingers get lost in his thick, shaggy brown locks as I moan lightly with shameless pleasure. “Doug wouldn’t do that. He likes you a lot.”

“How do you know? Because he let me disappear behind a closed door with his daughter?” Smirking, he flexes his hips and grinds his cock into me again, inciting a one-way flow of all blood and moisture in my body to the exact pressure point he’s tantalizing.

I pull on his hair in response, yanking his head back to where I can take my turn kissing and nibbling on his neck and ears. “That, and because he’s letting us eat in my room. It’ll be a first for me. We always eat together at the table.”

Pushing up a few inches, he looks down at me skeptically. “You’ve never eaten in your room before?”

Shaking my head against the pillow, I draw the corner of my mouth in between my teeth and chew on it bashfully, keeping my stare locked on his. “There are a lot of things I’ve never done before, Crew.”

“I feel like an idiot in these things. Why doesn’t anyone else look as awkward as I feel?” Crew scowls as he struggles to keep up with me, shuffling his ski-clad feet through the powdery snow. “I told you I should’ve tried snowboarding instead. I used to skateboard when I was younger, and I was pretty good.”

As I slow down to wait for him, I veil my chuckle in the high collar of my white ski vest, not wanting to discourage him before he ever gets on the slopes. “And I told you snowboarding is much more difficult than skiing. Please, trust me on this; I’ve been doing it since I could walk. Now, if you stop your belly-aching and try to have a little fun, I’ll reward you with a full-body massage tonight to relieve your tight muscles.”

A speedy transformation from his frown just moments ago, his lips curl up in a wicked, panty-melting grin and he playfully waggles his eyebrows at me. God, I’m in so much trouble with him.

“You’re quite the little tease, and I’m pretty sure you like it.” He inches up next to me and pierces me with an intense, impassioned stare, reminding me of our unfinished business from last night.

As if I could’ve forgotten.

After we scarfed down our pizza, we attempted to watch True Romance for the second night in a row. Keyword: attempted. With both of us already sexually charged from our pre-dinner mini make-out session, when the phone booth sex scene steamed up the flat screen hanging on my wall, neither of us could resist the overpowering temptation to keep our hands and our mouths to ourselves.

The movie was long forgotten as he tackled me back onto the bed, picking up exactly where we’d left off—greedy tongues, wandering fingers, thrusting hips, and muffled moans. I have no idea what got into me, but the usually pure and innocent Hudson was replaced with an unrestrained, promiscuous version of myself, and I fucking liked it.

Sadly, just as his mouth had travelled down to my chest, his lips feathering around the swell of my left boob, Mary called out that it was time for them to leave. Groaning with irritation, I unwound my limbs from his and collapsed onto the mattress. His shared frustration was nearly palpable as he buried his face into my neck, shaking his head and murmuring, “No, no, no.” I wanted to ask him to stay, to tell her he’d be over later, but I didn’t want to come off as desperate and pathetic, so with one last exasperated kiss, I watched him walk out of my room with a promise we’d hang out today, his last full day before returning to Dallas.

“You know we could ditch this whole skiing adventure and go straight to the massage,” Crew whispers huskily, bending down to steal a kiss from my mouth as I jolt back to reality. “I can see it on your face, Hudson. You want it so bad. I bet your panties are drenched right now…just thinking about last night, knowing that was only the tip of the iceberg.”

His warm breath dances across my face and a shiver trickles down my spine, my body intuitively responding to his every word and touch.  Closing my eyes, I inhale a much needed lungful of crisp, clean air, praying I don’t appear as emotionally exposed as I feel.

“Anticipation,” I reply softly as my lids flutter open, somehow managing to find the word I was searching for in my muddled mind. “Pleasure is ninety percent anticipation.”

Laughing dryly, he shakes his head and presses his lips to my forehead. “You think that only because you’ve never been pleasured by me…but I’ll be a good boy and wait. Tonight, I’ll change your mind though. Mark my words.” He begins to trudge forward toward the lift, throwing a sly smile over his shoulder. “Now, let’s enjoy this cold-ass day of sunshine, snow, and skiing. I like staring at your ass in those pants anyway. I’ll just anticipate how good it’ll feel when my hands are groping it later.”

I think I need to lie down in the snow to extinguish the fire blazing inside of me. How in the world am I supposed to concentrate on anything else but his promise at this point?

Five hours later, Crew and I are loading up the skis on the roof racks atop my car, still laughing about our last wipeout. Ignoring my warnings, Mr. Daredevil insisted he was ready for a black diamond slope and demanded I take him down one of my favorites. All was going well as we were slaloming side-by-side down the mountain, until a rabbit—yes, Peter Cottontail, himself—darted out in front of us, thus sending Crew in all-out panic mode.

His ski tips went in when they should’ve gone out and he lost his balance, veering off to the side and slamming smack dab into me. A tangled mess of limbs, skis, and poles, we tumbled to the base of the mountain, landing in a heap of hilariousness. In addition to our stomachs that had been rumbling for well over an hour, that was when we knew it was time to call it a day.

Sliding behind the steering wheel, I wait for him to click his seatbelt before shifting the car into reverse. “Any idea where you want to eat? We can try the food out at your new job, if you want,” I offer, unsure of where to go since I rarely eat out in town.

“No!” he snaps abruptly, causing me to flinch at his outburst. Then, quickly recovering, he reaches out to grab my hand closest to him and interlaces our fingers together. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just want to continue enjoying this day with you…just the two of us. It’s rare that I’m not preoccupied thinking about Caleb and his health, or having to work to make money for the move. I never get time to be free and let loose like this, and if we go there, I’ll be forced to think about work and won’t give you my full attention.”

Crew had told me about getting hired as a night bartender at one of the mountainside pubs, a gig many of the local college students would die to have, but didn’t go into much detail, just saying Mary’s new boss is good friends with the manager, and that’s how he got hooked up. I thought it’d be fun to see where he’s going to work, but since he puts it like that…yeah, I’d rather his focus be on me, too.

“Okay, well there isn’t a shortage of restaurants around here, so I guess we can roll the dice with any of them.” I smile brightly over at him as I pull out onto the street.

With one corner of his mouth tilting up in a sexy smirk, he lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of my knuckles. “Anywhere I get to sit next to you sounds good to me.”

We end up at The Wooden Match, a picturesque little cottage serving up barbeque with all the fixings, and much to my delight, the food is as tasty as the place is charming. Conversation between us never lulls as we talk about everything from our favorite TV shows—the boy really needs to get a Netflix account, to our taste in music—which is more similar than I would’ve guessed, to places we’d like to travel.