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to get ready. We have a hill to sledge
down.”
    Her
eyes lit up in excitement, and he admired the sway of her ass cheeks in the
tight denim. Emilia turned in the doorway, and hands on hips gave him an impish
smile.
    “And
cut down a Christmas tree. It’s not Christmas without a tree.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Emilia
wrapped her hands around the travel mug of hot chocolate, inhaled the delicious
flavor, and sighed in contentment. Hunter smiled at her and threw another lump
of coal onto their impromptu barbecue-cum-fire, and then handed her a roasted
marshmallow.
    “Careful
it’s hot, kitten.”
    Emilia
transferred her mug into one hand and took the confectionary-laden stick off
him with a squeal of delight.
    “You’ve
thought of everything.” She grinned up at him, and Hunter shrugged his
shoulders, and put his arm round her back. Sitting next to him like this, with
the fire warming her toes, a blanket wrapped round her legs and Hunter’s warm
bulk between her and the cold breeze whipping up around them, Emilia couldn’t
think of any place she’d rather be. Or a more romantic
setting for that matter.
    When
she’d emerged from the bath, she’d been surprised to find a ski suit and warm
winter boots left on the bed for her, together with thermal underwear. All had
been the perfect size for her, just like the garments she’d found in her
wardrobe earlier, and her heart had lurched inside her chest at his
forethought.
    There
she’d thought to have signed up for a weekend of debauchery, and instead, he
did this. Not that the sex hadn’t been stupendous so far, and she was sure
there was more to come. Hunter in full Dom mode was an irresistible and at
times scary sight, and when he gave her that look all she wanted to do
was sink to her knees and do whatever he asked of her. What she treasured far
more, however, was the connection they’d established outside of that dynamic.
The last couple of hours of sledging had been the most fun she’d had in ages,
and Hunter had shown his playful side. From snowball fights, and making snow
angels, to him claiming kisses off her when she lost or won the race down the
hill, to stuffing snow down her front, and letting her pelt him back in return,
the air had been filled with laughter, and Emilia’s sides hurt from laughing so
much. To top it all, once she’d grown tired and hungry, he’d started a fire,
and supplied her with hot toddy, and a seeming endless supply of food. At least
she now knew why he’d had the most enormous waterproof sack strapped to his
sledge when they’d set off. She hadn’t wanted to ask what was in there, for
fear of his answer.
    Hunter
was nothing if not inventive, and she wouldn’t put it past him to tie her to
the sledge they both sat on and fuck her.
    Moisture
flooded her panties, and her cheeks heated at the thought. Really, what was
wrong with her?
    “I
would love to know what thoughts are swirling round your head, kitten, that you blush so prettily. And you’re soaking wet
for me, aren’t you?”
    Oh
God, could he smell that even through all of her layers of clothing?
    Hunter
took her mug out of her hand and grasping her chin, lifted her head up. Emilia
swallowed nervously when she looked into the golden eyes of his bear, and she
licked her lips. Hunter’s gaze dropped to her mouth, and his bear’s growl
trembled through her and seemed to settle straight in her clit.
    A
wicked grin lit up his rugged features, and her insides clenched in need when
his nostrils flared and he inhaled next to her ear. His stubble roughened jaw
nudged along her sensitive skin, and she shivered.
    “As
much as I’d like to take you up on the invitation your body sends me, kitten,
it’s getting colder, and we should get home before it starts to snow again.” He
bit down slightly on her ear and then pulled back slowly.
    Emilia
knew she was pouting, and Hunter laughed and shook his head, seemingly fully
back in control of his bear. More was the pity. Not