Winter by Reina Torres

Author:Reina Torres [Torres, Reina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

By the time they’d finished the interior tour of Mystic Mountain Resort, Aaron knew they both needed a break. Touring the interior, hearing the soft, excited murmurs from Celeste, watching the way she lovingly touched the decorations, the thick velvet curtains in the private room of the restaurant.

And he saw the light in her eyes.

It had started from the moment they’d left the front entry and began their tour and the longer and further they moved within the main resort building he could feel her interest building.

Not just in the building itself, but this connection between them.

The way she looked at him.

The way she touched him.

Even the hitch of her breath when they drifted closer together, and he couldn’t ignore the changes in her scent.

Keeping his hands to himself after enduring several hours in her presence was becoming a trial. Her scent was rich, heavy with interest and growing arousal. Every touch of her hand on his arm, the gentle stroke of her palm on his back, felt like electricity arcing through his body. A building storm of sensation.

Even more, as she looked at their surroundings, the way she’d reach out and trail her fingers over the woodwork or the curtains, even the brass finials on a bed in one of the suites.

He was struggling to fight off the raging arousal that came as natural to him as breathing when he was near her.

One breath in.

One breath out.

He could hold himself back.

Another breath-

“Oh, look.”

Aaron turned to look at Celeste as she paused by one of the tables in the bar. She smoothed two fingers around the side of the table, peering into the dark reflective surface.

“The man who came to buy the resort, he didn’t have you buy anything new? These are all original?”

“Yeah. When they closed, they covered over everything with thick cloths to keep the dust and grime off the surfaces.”

“Mmm hmm.” She moved on to another table, almost humming to herself, and he could tell by the soft and breathy quality of her voice that she was focused on her thoughts rather than him.

He was fine with that.

If her eyes weren’t looking intently at him and focusing on the room around them, he could keep himself in check.

“These tables are so solid.”

His gaze lifted to watch her and saw her grip the table, one hand on each side of the tabletop, and tried to rock it hard enough to move it off its base.

Her cheeks were pink with exertion and her breaths were deeper, faster.

“This table could take a pounding.”

It was an off-handed comment, but that didn’t help him.

Thankful for the heavy work-denim of his pants, Aaron felt the hard line of his cock swell and stretch, testing the limits of his buttons.

He even managed to meet her excited gaze when she looked up, searching for him.

“Imagine,” she gushed, “people could dance on these tables. Whoever made these really knew what they were doing.”

“Craftsmanship was important to the original owners.”

“You too, Aaron.” Her voice had softened and her eyes as well.

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