suggested to Alex they get an early start for home, but heâd wanted to ski up to the last minute. When heâd asked her about changing the times of their return flight so they could ski longer, she hadnât had the heart to refuse.
In hindsight, maybe it hadnât been such a great idea for them to postpone their departure. Seeing Alex straight ahead, she negotiated her way toward him. Sheâd thought sheâd done a good job of navigating the snow until she plowed right into him, knocking him off his feet. She went flying, landing on top of him. Laughing, she smiled at him.
âOops, sorry. Again.â
âTaking a shot at me, huh?â Alex laughed with her, then grabbed a fistful of snow and shoved it under her scarf. Jennifer squealed and fought to get away from him. Grabbing her around her waist, he rolled her over and pinned her in the snow with his body.
âStop! Please!â she begged. She was at his mercy, but she wasnât really complaining. Theyâd had quite a few tussles in the snow over the weekend, each one ending up with her underneath him. Alex had taken the liberty of kissing her frequently since their sleigh ride. Jennifer knew she should put a stop to it, but she couldnât. And each time he kissed her, she flirted with the idea of inviting him to her bed. So far sheâd resisted the temptation. And today they were leaving.
She was out of the woods. A few hours and theyâd be back at home. Back to normal. No damage done.
Except to her heart.
âMake me,â Alex challenged, meeting her gaze. She stopped fighting him and he settled his body more firmly on hers.
âYou have a hidden evil streak.â She pouted, her bottom lip prominent.
Lowering his head, he traced it with his tongue. âYou know I find that sexy,â he whispered, then kissed her mouth. A slow, deep kiss that caused her to moan. Alex had been testing his resolve not to touch her. It was a good thing their weekend was ending. If they were together another day, he wasnât sure heâd be able to resist making love to her.
âAlex,â Jennifer whispered when he pulled away. Theyâd tempted each other, but theyâd never talked about it.
It was a dangerous game.
Soon they would return to the real world and he would change into the serious, driven man she worked for. This weekend sheâd enjoyed getting to know the man beneath the cool facade he presented to the rest of the world. Though sheâd known he could be charming, she loved his wit. He was easygoing to a fault, and compassionate and tender, which sheâd learned when sheâd taken a hard tumble on the slope. Alex had pulled off his gloves and run his hands underneath her ski suit, checking her all over to make sure she was all right.
Jennifer had been far from all right, but it hadnât been from falling. His hands on her body had been sweet torture. More than ever, sheâd wanted to forget her promise to herself to keep their relationship platonic.
âWant me to show you how evil I can be?â he asked, giving her a devilish grin. He pushed his hips against hers.
âOh, Alex, you donât play nice,â she teased, but her smile was more of an invitation. She sucked in a breath and tried to distract him. âAll right. Enough. Alex, wehave to get ready to leave. Itâs snowing harder. Iâm starting to worry about going down the mountain in this weather.â
âYouâre right.â He grumbled as he rolled off of her and stood. Helping her up, he brushed the snow off of them both. âLetâs head back.â
They returned her skis and made it to the lodge. On their way through the lobby to their rooms, they noticed a small crowd around the check-in desk. They stopped to listen.
âWhatâs happening?â Alex asked a young man standing nearby.
âTheyâre saying we canât leave,â he told them. âSomething about
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