“No.” He sank his fingers into her hair, which was twisted up in a messy bun. “It’s you. You make me shiver.”
Her lips, wet and glistening, pulled to the side in a smirk. “Good. You do the same to me.” Then she opened her mouth and drew him in once again.
Throwing back his head, he gave himself over to the surprise blow job. Sensation streaked through him like lightning, making his toes curl and his pulse pound in this throat. When she cupped his balls with one hand and jerked him off with the other, he locked his knees to keep from falling over.
His worries melted away, replaced by the hope that Gina’s willingness to set aside her rules for him would soon extend to going public with their relationship. He was tired of hiding, tired of pretending he didn’t feel the way he did. He loved her, and he didn’t want to lie about it anymore.
She smiled up at him, sweet and sexy and utterly perfect. Stone gritted his teeth, and his body tightened, the orgasm coming out of nowhere. Quick as a wink, Gina clamped her mouth over the tip and swallowed.
Once she’d drained him dry, his legs finally gave out. Staggering to the bed, he fell heavily onto the edge and sat for a while, catching his breath. Gina sat beside him, brushing his hair away from his face before putting her lips next to his ear.
“Good morning, Stone.”
He huffed out a laugh and swung an arm around her. “It sure is.” When she curled up against his side, he kissed the top of her head. “We’re stuck here, huh?”
She sighed. “Yeah, but we can’t laze around in bed all day, as nice as that would be. This place has a party room. They’re putting down the dance floor so we can practice, but since it’s such a low-budget affair Jordy isn’t even going to bother filming it. He’s giving everyone else the day off.”
“Practicing without cameras?” Images of dancing naked with Gina flitted through his mind. “That could be fun.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “We still need to work. We have two dances to perfect for the semifinals.”
“We will.” He got to his feet and snatched the discarded towel from the floor. “Don’t worry, Gina. I’ll get you into the finals.”
She smiled but didn’t answer.
Stone entered the Glacier Valley Inn’s small event room to find Gina staring out the big windows, which offered a view of the rain pelting the inlet. Tall trees swayed in the strong wind and clouds crowded the sky.
“I do see why you love it here,” Gina said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “It’s beautiful, even like this.”
“More so when you’re here.” He came up behind her and nuzzled his face in her hair.
“You’re going to give me a toothache being that sweet.” Smiling, she took his hand and led him to the twenty-by-twenty dance floor laid out over the carpet.
“What did you think of my family?” he asked before she could launch into an explanation of their jazz routine.
“I liked them,” she said. “I also have a big family. Even though I only have two siblings, I grew up with lots of cousins. Holidays and birthdays were always a mess of relatives piled into a house too small to fit us all.”
“Yeah, I know a bit about what that’s like.”
She squinted at him. “Did all nine of you really live in that one little hut during season one?”
Shit. A direct question. He was supposed to lie. He was supposed to say,Yes, we did, but the Nielsons stick together,or some nonsense like that.
Except he was so tired of lying to Gina.
“Ah, no. Not really.”
Her eyes widened. “No?”
He shook his head.
“Where did you stay?”
In for a penny, in for a pound. The urge to come clean welled up inside him like a tidal wave. He glanced at the door to make sure they were truly alone.
“Right here in town,” he said.
Gina’s hand flew to her mouth. She stared at him.
