Free Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Page B

desire, pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking. “You are very sweet. Thank you for sharing with me.”
    When he moved to separate them, she shivered with dismay. Oh my God, no, that wasn’t it, was it? Dara opened her mouth to protest, then paused. He smiled. “You can talk.”
    “You’re not going to stop, are you?” Damn, was that her voice? That whining child?
    He examined her face, and she wondered if it revealed exactly how hot he’d made her. How close to the edge he’d brought her with a very simple touch. “Anticipation will make the rewards ahead even sweeter, Dara. I choose to wait. Can you?”
    The sexual heat raging inside made her want to scream no and demand he bring her to a climax. The woman in her wanted to please him. She’d loved being restrained last night at his suggestion; perhaps this was something else he could teach her.
    She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
    Jack lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. He shook his head gently, tenderness in his gaze. “I don’t want you cowering before me or hiding your eyes. I may like to call the shots, but you are my equal in all ways. You can always say no. Understood?”
    A smile broke free. That’s the Jack she knew, looking out for her even as he whipped her world into a frenzy. A shot of mischief skipped through her and she rolled on top, catching him by surprise.
    “Understood.” She leaned closer and kissed him hard, ignoring the urge to grind her sex against his rock-solid abdomen.
    He sat up with her in his arms and tousled her hair. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to get ready for the day.”
    When he pushed her toward the bathroom, she went with a final kiss to his cheek, a smile lingering on her lips.

    An hour later Dara was still smiling.
    “How many runs you think we can we track up before we lose the fresh powder?” She flipped her goggles onto the brim of her helmet. The sun dazzled her eyes, crystals catching and reflecting back on every turn. There weren’t many skiers out yet, not this early on a Friday.
    “If we keep heading higher, we’ll be good for the whole morning.” Kane and Jack bumped fists then slid forward to wait their turn for the chair.
    “Remember there’s only double chairs on the top half of the hill.” Dara didn’t want to be separated from either of them. She leaned her hip casually against Jack’s side and he snuck a kiss from her. The cold air contrasted with the warmth of his mouth and made her lips tingle. She hadn’t intended on doing anything physical with the guys while they were on the hill, but they had other plans. They couldn’t seem to keep their hands off her. Every time they stopped she got pulled against one or the other of them and kissed thoroughly.
    All the attention was making her feel a trifle giddy.
    “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you warm.” Kane wiggled his brows at her as they settled on the chair and lowered the safety bar.
    “Let me hold your poles,” Jack offered, and she handed them over. She twisted on the seat, trying to get comfortable for the long ride up. She leaned on Jack, his right arm that rested along the back of the chair the perfect height to support her head.
    Kane pulled off one glove and stuffed it in his pocket. “Lift her leg for me, will you, Jack?”
    “What are you doing— Oh my God, are you insane?” Dara found herself spread-eagle, her left leg hitched overtop of Jack’s, her right resting on Kane’s knee. Jack had snuck his right ski under hers and somehow pulled their limbs into a tangle without losing their skis in the process. “Bastard. You know the rule. Drinks for the rest of the trip are on you if they have to stop the chair so we can get off.”
    Jack whispered in her ear. “Oh, I don’t think we need to stop the lift for at least one of us to get off. Ready to finish what we started this morning?”
    Oh damn. “You’re not serious…”
    Kane reached for her. “I