Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
My wife stands at the window, shaking her head slowly. “This is so incredible. To think, I’m spending Christmas here.” When I join her, she rests the back of her head against my chest, sighing softly as I wind my arms around her. “It’s so beautiful.”
It is, but something more beautiful is in my arms. I press my lips to the top of her golden head and whisper, “I’m more interested in looking at you.”
She glances up at me, grinning. “You can see me anytime you want. How often do you get to admire the Alps in person?”
“I’d still rather admire you. I haven’t gotten tired of it yet.”
She wears an expression that tells me she thinks I’m flattering her, though I mean every word. “So now that you’ve whisked me away to Switzerland, what’s your plan? What sort of things do you want to do?”
“This is all about you. What do you want to do?”
“You mean besides drinking a vat of hot chocolate?”
“Besides that.”
She screws up her mouth at the corner, pretending to think about it. “I did see a few cute little shops in the village as we drove past.”
“That’s more like it.”
“And even though I don’t really want to ski, if they have other things to do like sledding or snowmobiling, that could be fun.”
“I think I could arrange that. There are also some world-class restaurants here.”
She nods slowly before biting her lip with a look in her eye that never fails to get my cock twitching in anticipation. “But what do we do after dinner? There’s the question.”
My arms tighten with demand. “Is there any question, really? I plan on defiling you in every corner of this suite. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to walk by the time we leave Switzerland.”
“I’d rather not be able to walk because of that than because I went skiing. It seems like a lot more fun.” Her eyes twinkle. “Warmer, too.”
CHAPTER TWO
Aspen
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come out with me?” Quinton frowns, eyeing the thick romance novel I’ve tucked under one arm.
“Don’t take it personally,” I beg before giving him a kiss. “But you know I would rather hang out inside. When will I ever have an excuse to sit in front of a fire and do nothing but read in a chunky sweater while snow falls outside the windows?”
“You realize you could do that every day for the rest of your life if you wanted to. I would never stop you.” He wraps me in a tight hug that warms me from the inside out. I know he would never deny me anything.
“It would get boring after a while,” I decide with a shrug before taking a step back to admire him. I’m dressed for a morning spent inside, where it’s cozy and warm, while he’s dressed for a day spent in the snow. He provided his requirements to the concierge after we arrived last night, and this morning, as if by magic, a stack of packages waited near the front door of our suite. I didn’t even hear the maids come in to deliver them. Now, he’s dressed in a pair of ski pants and a jacket from one of the stores in the village with a pair of goggles perched on top of his dark hair. He could be getting ready to pose for a magazine spread.
He needs this. We both do. It’s not that I’m unhappy with him—I’ve never been happier in my whole life. But something will always be missing from his life so long as Ren is out there somewhere, the way he’s been this past year. He tries to act like he’s moving on, but I know better. Losing somebody who’s been like a brother weighs on him. Q isn’t the kind of man who talks about his feelings, but I see it.
“Promise me you’ll be careful out there.” We come to a stop at what I guess could be called a lounge area, with comfy couches and chairs arranged around a huge fireplace off the lodge’s lobby.
“You promise me you won’t end up getting your head turned by some ski pro. I would hate to have to kill a guy on this trip.”
Always possessive. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. I’ll only have eyes for my book.” As if I would ever look at anybody else. I kiss him, then give him a gentle shove. “Just make sure you’re not too tired to have fun later tonight.”
“Impossible. I have plans for you.” He strolls off, heading for the main doors where guests walk in and out before I stake out a comfy chair and get settled in.
“You’ve got the right idea.”
I look up from the book to find a pretty brown-haired woman smiling at me as she sits in a chair across from mine. “Staying inside and getting cozy, that is.”