“Is that how you’re going to play it?” I toss the ball up gently and smirk.
“It was an accident.” She takes a step back.
“Why don’t I believe you?” I take a step forward. Raising my arm, I aim and fire. The snowball hits her right in the chest. She stands still, looks down at the snow on her coat, then fires one back. Back and forth, we throw handfuls of snow at one another. I chase her around the snowman, and although she’s fast, I’m faster. Snaking my arm around her waist, I swing her around and fall back into the snow, with her landing on top of me.
We’re both laughing and breathing heavily. Reaching up, I move her hair out of her eyes. “Hey.” I smile up at her. She moves to sit up, which has her sitting on my hard cock. Even through our layers, I know she can feel it. I open my mouth to say something smooth, but I can’t for the life of me think of anything. Me, Conrad Riggins, can’t find the words to say to a beautiful woman who’s straddling his lap. I open my mouth to try again but don’t get the chance because Aspen does it for me, smashing a handful of snow on top of my head.
“Oh, it’s like that.” I grab my own handful of snow, which has her scrambling from my lap, and the chase begins. She rushes up the front steps, but before she can get the door open, I grab her around the waist and turn her to face me. I hold my handful of snow over her head.
“Uncle,” she says with a laugh. The sound warms me from my head to my toes.
“I don’t know. I think it’s payback time.”
“Conrad, please.” Those hazel eyes of hers stare up at me, and I know that I could never deny her anything.
Instead, I step forward, causing her back to press against the side of the cabin. Dropping the snow, I place my hands flat on the cabin over her head. She tilts her head back to look at me. She’s so fucking beautiful; she takes my breath away. I lean in, not really thinking about the consequences. All I know at this moment is that I need to kiss her. I need to taste those soft lips. Her tongue peeks out and licks her lips, and I lean in a little closer. I’m going for it. It’s a kiss. What’s the harm in a kiss?
Our lips are a breath apart when her cell phone rings. I watch as she blinks hard three times, and just like that, the spell is broken. Dropping my hands, I take a step back, giving her the space she needs to dig her cell phone out of her pocket.
“Hey,” she answers breathlessly. “No. Conrad and I just built a snowman.” I assume she’s talking to Aurora. “Let me call you back. We’re heading in now. Let me get out of all of these clothes.” She nods even though the caller can’t see her. “Great. Give me ten.” She ends the call. “That was Aurora. She was calling to check on things. I have to tell her about all this snow. Look, the path you shoveled is already covered again.”
“Let’s get you inside and warmed up, and I’ll pull up the weather report.”
“What good is that going to do us? They didn’t call for this.” I can hear the frustration in her tone.
“Surely by now, they know what’s up. Come on.” Lacing her fingers with mine, I push open the door and lead her inside. Together we peel out of our clothes, and I stoke the fire, adding wood. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”
“Thanks, Con,” she says, taking a seat on the couch, covering her lap with a blanket. “Hey, Rory.” I hear her say before I disappear into the kitchen.
I can tell she’s talking, but with the noise I’m making, I can’t hear what she’s saying. The cabin is huge, and the distance between us is what we need, what I need. I almost kissed her. I almost crossed a line that we wouldn’t be able to uncross. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me. Grabbing the can of whipped cream from the fridge, I add a healthy amount to both mugs and carry them into the living room.
“Hey, Con’s here, hold on. I’ll put you on speaker.”
I hand her a mug as she places her phone on