Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best classic books to read TXT) 📕

pigs, Davis has been a gigantic pain in my ass. He’s been insubordinate multiple times since we got back from the retreat. So I started termination paperwork for him.

Sebastian: I love it, Kayla not taking anyone’s shit. It’s awesome.

Kayla: It does feel pretty awesome, I have to admit. It completely goes against my original plan, but I’ve been deviating from that quite a bit lately with pretty good results. Thanks for inspiring me.

Sebastian: Always happy to help. And speaking of helping, I have a favor to ask.

Kayla: Sure.

Sebastian: When you come on Friday (ha, pun most definitely intended), bring some work clothes and red lipstick. I have an idea.

Kayla: I think I’m going to really like this idea.

Sebastian: Oh, you’re going to fucking love it.

Kayla: Is it Friday yet?

Sebastian: Soon, gorgeous. Soon.

16

Sebastian pulled the snowmobile to a stop in front of his cabin, savoring the feel of Kayla behind him, her arms wrapped around him, her thighs bracketing his. He’d picked her up in Albany about ninety minutes ago, using one of the resort’s SUVs, and they’d spent the entire ride back to Blizzard Ridge talking about their weeks. About Stammler and Davis, about Chase, about how Kayla’s entire friend group was giving her a lot of good-natured ribbing over the fact that they were together.

Together. Fuck, that word felt good.

He cut the engine and stepped off, then retrieved her weekend bag from the little sled attached to the back of the snowmobile, slinging it over his shoulder. He helped Kayla off and pulled her into his arms. He’d kissed her at the train station, and again in the car, but they’d been in public, so he hadn’t kissed her nearly as thoroughly as he’d wanted. Now, alone in front of his cabin, he was going to take his time rediscovering the sweetness of her mouth.

He closed his mouth over hers and she let out a soft moan, swaying into him, her gloved hands fisted in his jacket. The kiss was slow and leisurely, but still simmering with heat. They’d only been together a short while, but he was already convinced that he’d never get enough of kissing this woman. Never.

He felt her shiver against him and reluctantly broke the kiss. They were having a cold snap in the mountains, with temperatures below zero all week.

“I swear, it must be twenty degrees colder here than in the city,” she said, shivering again.

“Let’s go inside and I’ll get a fire going.” He took her hand, watching her as she took the stairs a little cautiously. “Your ankle seems a lot better,” he commented as they stepped onto the porch and he set about unlocking the door.

“It is. It really only hurts if I stand on it too long now.”

He turned to face her, trailing his fingers over her cheek. “I can’t even tell you how grateful I am that you weren’t seriously hurt.”

She smiled up at him, warmth shining out at him from her emerald eyes. “I’m grateful for everything that happened last weekend, Sebastian. Not turning into a human popsicle is definitely great, but connecting with you is even better.”

He bent down and kissed her again, and then pushed open the door to the cabin. The second the door was closed, shutting out the biting cold, he backed her against it, his mouth on hers. “I fucking missed you,” he said, filling his palms with her ass and lifting her. She wound her legs around his waist, kissing him back hungrily.

“I missed you too, Bastian. I touched myself every night thinking about you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured against her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers. Need burned through him, making his cock throb, making his stomach tighten and his heart pound. The idea of Kayla touching herself to thoughts of him was beyond hot. Granted, he’d done the same thing, stroking himself daily to thoughts of Kayla. It was satisfying to know she wanted him just as badly. More than satisfying.

He ground his hips against her, pinning her against the door, and she moaned into his mouth. Her hands tugged off his beanie, tossing it to the floor as she writhed against him. Slowly, he gentled his kiss, pulling away and carefully setting her down. She let out an impatient huff and he kissed her forehead.

“Let’s eat dinner first. I promise, you’re going to need your energy later.”

She smiled and started peeling herself out of her winter gear. “I guess I am a little hungry.”

“Good. Because I went up to the resort earlier this afternoon and picked up dinner for us. I just need to reheat it.”

“Ooh, what did you get? Burgers?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, baby. I got us a cheese plate, fresh fruit, mushroom ravioli, and apple pie.”

Her mouth fell open. “Sorry, I think I might’ve drooled a little.”

“Why don’t you settle in and I’ll get dinner heated up and the fire going?”

She nodded and moved toward his bed, setting her bag down on it and then disappeared into the bathroom. All week, he’d missed the sounds of her moving around his little cabin. He’d missed the feel of her body tucked against his at night. He’d missed the sound of her laugh and talking to her about anything and everything. When he was with her, life just felt right in a way that it hadn’t for him in a very long time.

Once he’d put the ravioli and apple pie in the oven to warm, he quickly made a fire in the fireplace and then arranged pillows and blankets in front of it. A pang of guilt shot through him that he wasn’t serving wine or champagne with the romantic dinner he’d planned, but it was too risky. It didn’t bother him at all if Kayla had a drink. If they were eating in a restaurant, he wouldn’t care if she had a glass or two of wine with dinner. He just didn’t trust himself enough yet to have alcohol in his house. He hadn’t