"Mia," I breathe, turning to stare at her as she closes the door behind us. "This is..."
"Completely over the top?" She's grinning, and goddammit she looks right at home in this kind of luxury. "I know. I just... after tonight, after everything you did for me, I wanted to do something special for you."
I pin her against the closed door, my hands braced on either side of her head, and lean in until our lips are almost touching. "You being here is special enough."
"Good answer," she whispers, rising up on her toes to kiss me.
The kiss starts soft but explodes into desperate need within seconds. My hands tangle in her hair, messing up whatever careful styling she had done before we got to Ridgeview.
She moans into my mouth as I press my body against hers. I can feel every curve through that midnight blue dress, the way her breasts push against my chest, how her hips fit perfectly against mine.
My cock throbs against her stomach, and she rolls her hips deliberately, making me groan.
"So... I'm thinking hot tub first," she gasps against my lips, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt. "I have to see this body naked and covered in bubbles."
Jesus Christ.The way she says it, with so much damn confidence and heat. This is the kind of woman that makes my cock strain painfully against my jeans.
"Then we better get these clothes off," I growl, spinning her around so her back is to me again.
We stumble across the room as my hands find the zipper of her dress, and I pull it down slowly, revealing inch by inch ofsmooth, creamy skin. I'm surprised there's no bra beneath, and when the dress pools at her feet, I have to bite back a groan.
Those panties.
Black lace, delicate and sheer, hugging her hips like a desperate lover. A tiny golden heart sits just above her waistline, drawing my eyes to the perfect curve of her ass. The lace cuts low, and I can see the soft swell of her cheeks, making my mouth water with the need to taste every inch of her.
"New ones," she says over her shoulder, catching me staring. "As promised."
I press against her back, my lips finding her neck as my hands span her waist.
"They're perfect," I murmur against her skin, my cock pressing against her ass through my jeans. "You're perfect."
God, I want to drop to my knees right here. Want to worship that gorgeous ass, taste her until she's shaking.
She turns in my arms, completely comfortable in her near-nakedness, and starts working on the rest of my shirt buttons. Her fingers are warm against my chest as she pushes the fabric off my shoulders, and when she reaches for my belt, I catch her hands.
"Mia..."
"What?" She looks up at me, those hazel eyes dark with want.
"I just need you to know... tonight, everything that happened at the game, it wasn't about getting you into bed."
Her expression softens, and she reaches up to cup my face. "I know that. But Ryder? Right now, I really, really want to be in bed with you. Or a hot tub. Whatever works."
She finishes with my belt and jeans, her knuckles brushing against my length as she pushes the denim down along with my boxers. The contact makes me hiss through my teeth, and she smiles like she knows exactly what she's doing to me.
"Hot tub," I decide, lifting her up and carrying her toward the steaming water. "Definitely hot tub."
The balcony is private, enclosed by frosted glass panels that block us from any potential neighbors. The hot tub is massive, easily big enough for six people, and the water steams invitingly in the cold mountain air.
Before we get in, I kiss Mia and hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs as she steadies herself against the edge of the tub. When they hit the deck, she's completely bare, and the sight of her makes my mouth go dry.
Her pussy is already glistening and I want nothing more than to bury my face between her thighs and make her scream my name.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathe, letting her take the three steps up before I step into the water behind her.
The heat hits like a full-body kiss, making us both gasp as we sink into liquid luxury. Steam curls up around us, creating this intimate cocoon where the outside world ceases to exist.
Nothing else matters.
