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  “You work out,” she panted.

  “Love the snow,” he answered simply, too driven by lust to elaborate much. “Like you.”

  He watched her eyes grow rounder as he sheathed himself with the condom he’d put in his pocket first thing this morning. He watched the way she instinctively parted her legs—wordlessly inviting him to join her there, literally. And he watched the tremble that shook her when he gave his aching cock a soothing, settle-the-fuck-down, rub. He moved to the edge of the bed. She lay back, putting herself in perfect position.

  Did she really think he was going to mount-and-rut just like that? He ground his teeth again, because hell, the temptation?

  “You want it fast?” He gazed down at her.

  “I want it now,” she begged, her hips arching up to him.

  He curled his hand around her ankle and tugged her down the bed. “You’re not fucking getting it fast.” In this, this was the way she was going to pay. He’d torment and tease until she couldn’t take it any more.

  He dropped to his knees again. He needed another taste of her sweetness. He needed to hear her scream his name again. And he needed it now. He damn well needed to make this last.

  “Please.” Nicoletta was dying and she didn’t care that she was begging him. “Harder, harder, please.” Those tiny, teasing rubs of his fingers were killing her. That one orgasm? Amazing. But all that had happened was that it made her want more. Like now. Like all of him. Now. Now. Now.

  “Patience, Nicoletta. It’s a virtue.”

  He sounded so freaking smug.

  “I don’t give a damn. I just want you now.” She urged him. All of him. Over her. In her.

  “I don’t give a damn what you want now. This time, is my time, to play. And you’re paying up. Tormenting me for all those fucking months.”

  “I wasn’t tormenting you. You were the one blocking me out,” she argued even as she thrust harder against him in erotic invitation.

  “I was being a professional. More than can be said for you.” He bent his head and sucked her hard again.

  She cried out in pleasure, but he released her just as she hit the edge. He pushed her legs apart with his and braced over her—holding himself just out of reach. He was stronger than she’d imagined. She growled in frustration.

  He just laughed. “Hungry for it?”

  “You have no idea,” she muttered. She reached down to rub herself and tip over the edge. But he batted away her hand, his humor gone.

  “No. I do it. I get to feel it. I get to taste it.” He went down on her again.

  “Then hurry. Please.” She writhed, almost in agony. “I can’t stand it any more.”

  The way he kissed her? The way he touched? Her eyes closed as his tongue swirled. Fast. Teasing.

  He thrust a finger deep and she screamed. So freaking close. Her fingers threaded through his hair, twisting to keep him there, so intimately pressed against her. She whimpered as he paused again. She was so strung out. So close. All she needed was him to keep touching her like that. Just a little longer. A little harder. And she’d do just about anything to make him.

  “I’m sorry,” she cried. “I wanted you. Okay? I’ve always wanted you. And I want you now.” Her voice broke as she arched against his mouth. “Austin.”

  “As apologies go,” he muttered glancing up to meet her eyes. “That’s not bad.” He laughed at the look of frustrated fury she sent down at him. “And I’ll take it.”

  He fastened his firm lips around her clit and sucked hard, his tongue swiping over the ultra-sensitive tip.

  The orgasm slammed into her. Her body shook under his. She screamed with the unbearable delight of it.

  But even as it ebbed, she found herself begging again. “Please, please, please.”

  She just wanted him to fill her.

  He moved. Bracing above her, his muscled legs between hers, his thick cock right there—so freaking close.

  She drew in a deep, desperate breath. “Austin, I want all of you.” Her eyes locked on his.

  For a moment she was suspended in a crazy vortex between ecstasy and agony.

  “Then have me,” he said roughly, thrusting hard.

  She gasped as he filled her in the one fierce action. Bigger than she’d expected. But big was... good.

  He groaned as he pushed to the hilt. “Hotter than anything.”

  She couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak anymore. She hooked her legs around his butt and tried to push him in closer. He was so hot, so big, so perfect. She held his face between her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. And the second she did her body locked down as another orgasm slammed through her.

  “Fuck.” He tore his lips from hers and reared up onto his hands to look down at her spread beneath him. Angling his hips he pushed harder into her, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. She loved the weight of him, the pounding. Sensations washed over her with every thrust. So fantastic—fierce and fast and frantic. She clawed at his back, breathing hard between cries of pleasure. Strain was etched on his face as he fought to stave off release and prolong her pleasure. But the only thing that could satisfy her now was his surrender to her. She arched and clamped, calling his name over and over as he worked her.

  He gazed into her eyes and she saw the moment he let himself go. And she welcomed the wildness he then unleashed.

  Rough, unrelenting, he rammed into her over and over in a final fucking ride that only ended when he shouted her name loud and strained as hard as he could into her that one last time.

  For long moments after, she lay gasping to catch her breath. That had been so much more than she’d expected—more powerful, more pleasurable, more emotional. She had to put herself back together somehow. This was supposed to be ‘just sex’ after all. So she took several moments, keeping her eyes closed as she regulated her breathing, as he eased off her and left her oddly bereft despite the overwhelming sense of physical satisfaction.

  When she finally drew the courage to open her eyes and face him, she found him intently watching her, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

  “So now we know,” he said.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Austin reached out and wrapped his hand around her slim wrist, stopping Nicoletta from leaving his bed. “Every which way, honey,” he reminded her firmly. “Every damn way. More than once.” Many times more than once.

  She’d started this and it wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot. His heart was arresting at the mere thought of her leaving just yet.

  He tugged and she tumbled back towards him, her legs splayed, her hair spread over his sheets in a riot of blondish-brown. Her skin glowed, her eyes invited.

  “You can still move,” he observed, gazing down her beautiful body. “Can you still speak?”

  The look in her eyes challenged him. “Yes.”

  “Then we’re not done.”

  Her lips parted in surprise. Her hips wriggled. Thank fuck she was so easy to arouse because he was hard as rock already.

  “I’m eating you all over again, Nicoletta,” he promised, moving over her to cup her bountiful breasts in his big hands. “I need more.”

  So much more.

  “Jeez, they were all right about you.” She moaned two hours later.

  Austin prized open an eyelid. “Who were?”

  “All the girls in the squad.”

  He frowned. “I never slept with any of them.” A bit pissed, he closed his eyes again. He couldn’t freaking move to save himself, his muscles were like jello. So were his bones.

  “Well who did you sleep with then? Because you obviously have. You don’t just have the reputation, but the skill.” She sighed.

  “It’s not just about technique, you need chemistry as well,” he muttered. He’d like to think it was something about him personally not just how well he could thrust his cock. And honestly, he’d never had sex this good.

  Suddenly he was afraid he was never going to get it as good again.

  Had Nic
oletta Valeri fucked him up forever? Wouldn’t that just be typical of her.

  She levered herself up from the bed with another groan. “I’d better get going.”

  He didn’t argue with her this time. He needed the breathing space to get his head around what had just happened. There was fun sex. Easy sex. Fantastic sex. This had been all that. And something else. Several times over.

  He needed to get it back into perspective. Pronto.

  Instead he rolled onto his side and watched her dress—partly enjoying the show, partly hating it because his body was stiffening again. Anticipation unfurled. Hell, it hurt.

  “What are those?” He stared at her feet when she straightened, trying to distract himself. If he was this sore, she had to be feeling it.

  “My socks.” She wriggled her toes with a laugh.

  Animal faces adorned each foot, paw prints made their way up her legs. He hadn’t noticed them earlier in his haste to strip her.

  “I like them,” she said defiantly meeting his amused look. “I put them on and they’re smiling at me. So I smile back. It’s a nice start to the day.”

  “Smiling at your socks is the best start to the day you have? I really think I could do better for you.” He stretched out, finding his body wanted more of hers.

  She glanced down the length of him then deliberately turned her back. “We’re not going to find that out, because I’m not staying all night.”

  “A late addition to the rules?” he called to her.

  She nodded.

  It made sense and would help keep some distance. But he didn’t like it. He sat up, reaching to stop her but she whipped away from him.

  “I’ll see you same time tomorrow,” she said hurriedly, and was gone.

  He let her go, slumping back down in his tangled sheets. He needed time to re-strategize. Yet again Nicoletta Valeri—Princess NV— had gotten her own damn way and he had the feeling an avalanche of trouble was headed his way because of it.

  But he couldn’t regret it. Not ever.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Nicoletta headed to the training center early the next morning, telling herself she wasn’t disappointed when she didn’t come across Austin in the foyer of the Lodge or on the walk down to the village again. But she ached to see him. She’d barely slept—her mind and body too happy to continually replay the evening’s activities. She needed a real life repeat pronto.

  Turned out he was at the center already, working with a snowboarder with a knee injury. The medical clinic took up one portion of the building and then there was an overlapping lab where athletes were tested and worked on injury prevention and recovery plans with Austin, the nurses and resident physiotherapists. As training got fully underway team doctors and physiotherapists would join them.

  Nicoletta’s face burned as she caught sight of him. Utterly self-conscious she walked past him to where some of the other skiers were setting up their plans for the day.

  He didn’t so much as glance at her as she went by. Didn’t offer a smile. Didn’t even say hi.

  He completely blanked her.

  More than her face burned now. There was not being ‘obvious’ and there was being rude. Here she was blushing and overly-aware and frankly hot for him, and he clearly couldn’t care less.

  Fuming, Nicoletta stomped towards the helipad. Fifteen minutes later, at the top of the elite-athlete-only slalom slope, she snapped on her helmet and tested the camera she had attached to it. Screw the unfamiliar aches in her body, today she’d go faster than ever. She’d damn well show him how little he affected her. She’d focus on sharpening her form as always. All that mattered was her training.

  But when she came down at lunchtime to hand the footage to the support crew, she couldn’t help glancing to see if he was still around. He was—joking around with another snowboarder in the gym area. Still not looking at her. Still not even a hello—he’d given her less acknowledgement than he’d done before she’d had wild animal sex with him. And she was pissed.

  When he picked up his tablet went to his office alone, she followed—and didn’t give a damn who saw her.

  “What are you doing in here Nicoletta?” he asked coolly, continuing to swipe his stupid screen.

  “Oh. So you remember my name?” She closed the door and glared at him.

  At that he put the tablet onto his desk and actually looked at her for the first time all day. “Are you getting sassy with me?”

  Nicoletta paused when she saw the glint in his eyes. But she was too pissed to pull back now. “Are you getting civil with me?”

  He walked around his desk, his hands jammed into his jeans. “You didn’t want any one to know and yet here you are, locking yourself in my office the first chance you get.”

  “You didn’t have to ignore me completely,” she said, suddenly feeling too needy. Hell. What was she doing?

  “No?” He jerked her towards him just the second before she realized she should back off.

  She put her hands on his chest to push him away. Coming in here had been a mistake. If he’d had enough of her, he’d had enough and she was making a fool of herself already.

  But he wouldn’t release her.

  “I can’t see you during the day,” he muttered the hot words right against her mouth. “Because once I’ve seen you, I can’t wait to have you again.” His hand slipped under her shirt, slipped further south still. “If you don’t want people knowing then you need to keep your fucking distance. Understood?”

  Relief—and raw lust—poured through her. His erection pushed against her and his hand moved greedily into her panties—pleasing them both.

  “I don’t care,” she gasped as he penetrated her. “I just want you now.” More than this. She wanted naked and... naked.

  He growled. “Put your wicked legs together then.”

  “Together?” All she wanted to do was spread them further, wishing she was stripped so he could take her completely.

  “So you lock my fingers in nice and tight.” He nudged her foot in with his.

  “Oh man,” she breathed as he wriggled his fingers deeper, his thumb flicking over her clit.

  “Austin,” he corrected dryly.

  “Yeeeah… oooohhhhh,” she whispered, unable to stop herself from riding his hand.

  He kissed down her neck. “You’re so wet already.”

  “I told you, I only have to think of you.”

  He rubbed harder, kissed her deep, muffling her moans with his mouth. She rocked as he supported her his fingers plunging faster—one, then two. With her legs locked so tight together his touches were exquisite agony.

  But she tore her lips from his as her orgasm hit. “Austin,” she breathed, her heart pounding. The need for more doubled.

  “Not quite a scream but I guess it’ll do,” he teased, drawing back. “Better?”

  “Barely.” Weak-kneed she confessed the truth. “I can’t get enough,”

  “Later,” he growled, pulling his hand free. “You’d better get out of here now.”

  “What about you?” She cupped his erection.

  He stepped out of her reach, his jaw hardening. “I’ll survive.”

  “I’ll come to your room as soon as I’m done,” she promised, suddenly contrite. This hadn’t been fair of her.

  “You’d better,” he answered tightly. “Now get the fuck out while you still can.”

  Austin took a few deep breaths, trying to relax his strung-out self. She was known to be a demanding diva, but this was a different kind of demand to that usual entitlement. That she’d needed his attention was more sweet insecurity than high maintenance finger snapping. And her neediness was a soothing balm to his own—he’d barely been able to sleep for thinking of her. For wishing he’d insisted she stay longer. So he was damn glad it was the same for her. He couldn’t get enough either.

  It was ten minutes before he could go back out and continue his day. She’d gone back up the slopes by the time he had. Thank god.

  “Wha
t are you watching?” he asked the bunch of skiers who were crowded round one of the computers.

  “NV had a Go-Pro on her helmet this morning,” one explained. “This is the footage.”

  Austin watched as he had so many times in the past. And yet again he was blown away by her ability. She was technically incomparable. It had taken years and years of training and focus to get to this skill level and while she was already the best, she always continued to push for more. The speed she was heading down that almost sheer slope?

  He turned and walked away. The woman needed her sleep if she was determined to defy death down the mountain during the day.

  He was going to have to rethink their arrangement.

  It was well into the evening when he finally walked back up to the Lodge with Kyle. He’d been held up with a patient who’d broken her leg and been stretched off the intermediate slope.

  “Hey NV,” Kyle called across the foyer to Nicoletta who was sitting staring at her phone again.

  “Hey,” she smiled at him vaguely.

  But that was enough encouragement for the bastard.

  “You want to grab something to eat in the restaurant?” Kyle asked her. “I’m headed there now if you’d like?”

  Austin shoved his fists into his pockets. He wanted to call him on it but he couldn’t blame the dude. The liftie was just trying his luck and Austin had to admire his chutzpah.

  “Thanks, but I have to get an early night.” Nicoletta stood, not so much as glancing at Austin. “I’m right back into training now.”

  “Oh. Sure.” Kyle smiled his best at her.

  “Thanks anyway.” She almost smiled back as she walked past.

  “She’s not as scary as all that, is she?” Kyle commented, watching her go. “It’s the eyes. Don’t you think? Beautiful, brown eyes you could just look into forever.”

  Austin didn’t trust himself to answer. Scary? Nicoletta terrified him.

  “Some people just see the blond-ish hair or the breasts or the never ending legs,” Kyle mused. “But for me it’s those eyes.”