Joanne Rock - Tall, Dark And Daring

“Is a jacket considered protective gear also?”

“Absolutely.”

She had to laugh, surprised at their easy rapport in spite of the undeniable chemistry between them. Had he been this considerate when they’d been together eight years ago? Certainly, he’d always been this much fun.

Perhaps this week’s trip would help her remember not to take life so seriously all the time.

Or was that a dangerous line of thought?

She tossed off the pillow shield and stood. She would face Mitch’s charm head-on. “I guess I’d better get dressed if we want to see the snow before the rest of Lake Placid wakes up.”

Mitch frowned, but he rose, too. “I’ve got a lot of things I want to show you today.” He strode toward the door.

A whole day with Mitch. No pillow armor to protect herself from his blatant appeal. No conservative business suit to remind herself to act in a circumspect, professional manner. How would she keep her distance from him if they kept having fun?

She spied the answer stacked on top of her briefcase. “I’ll bring my notes. We’ll get lots of work done.”

He shook his head. “Don’t bother. You’ll never capture the right mood for the marketing pieces if you insist on approaching everything as work. Mogul Ryders is about having fun.”

She nodded, accustomed to listening to her clients’ directives. There was just one problem with this particular command.

She knew from personal experience that having fun with Mitch might be more temptation than her overloaded senses could handle.

MITCH COULDN’T HELP but notice Tessa’s entrance attracted more head turns than a tennis match when she sashayed into the lobby.

Damn, she looked good. How was it she could garner more attention in a ski suit than most women did in a swimsuit?

Or maybe it was more a matter of her neon yellow coat dazzling everyone in a fifty-yard radius.

He eyed her selection, surprised she hadn’t gone for her usual conservative palette. “I take it they were all out of navy blue?”

The sound of her throaty laughter sent a shot of heat through him.

“I had a red one in my hands, but this one just called to me. Loudly.”

“You look great.”

It was a simple enough remark, yet it hung in the air between them, laden with more meaning than he’d meant to give it. Tessa stared at him for a long moment before tucking a blond strand behind her ear.

“Thank you.”

Reminding himself to go slow with her, he sought to break the tension by fingering the tiny pin on his black jacket. “You need a troll to match.”

“I’m going to let that remain your unique fashion statement. This coat was enough of a change for me today.” She grinned, her eyes alight with mischief he hadn’t seen in too many years.

Which might mean Phase One of his Make Tessa Stay plan had been a success thus far.

His rationale had been simple. If Tessa wanted to quit her job because she resented spending her free time in airports, maybe she would accept a position with him if she saw she could have fun while working.

Lucky for him, he had an inside angle on what she liked to do for fun. He’d felt a twinge of guilt this morning when he’d bribed his way into her room with breakfast. But with Mogul Ryders’s future on the line, he couldn’t afford to fight fair.

He needed her by his side.

He wanted her in his bed.

MITCH WAS prepared to push the envelope when they returned to the inn after a day packed with every winter sport imaginable. He hadn’t made concrete headway with her yet, but one potential weapon remained in his persuasive arsenal.

The love seat.

They stamped snow off their boots and hung their jackets on the massive coat rack at the front door.

“You’ll never get me to go down the luge run again,” Tessa announced, padding her way toward his office suite in thermal socks.

They had agreed to wrap up some business before they ended their day. Mitch couldn’t help but hope their meeting yielded more than just a marketing plan.

He led her to a different door than the one she’d been in before—the door that led to their love seat.

He let her enter first.

“Give it up, Tessa. You adored it.” Mitch couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips as she walked.

The ski pants she’d worn all day accentuated every curvy nuance, taunting him with the memory of the sexy body her staid business suits couldn’t quite hide.

“Sure I did.” She hesitated a moment when she noticed the small couch, but she sank down into the soft green cushions anyway. “That’s why I screamed the entire time, right?”

“That’s how I know you loved it.” He switched on the fireplace in front of them and dropped down on the love seat a few feet away.

Her cheeks flushed before she turned to stare into the blaze. The shrieking she’d done today hadn’t been exactly like the primal cries he remembered from their days spent together between the sheets, but the sound had still fired his blood.

She ignored his remark and seemed to make an effort to keep their conversation on track. “The bobsled was awesome.”

“Best bobsled run I’ve ever been down.” He closed his eyes to savor the memory. Seated behind her on the sled, he’d practically had his legs wrapped around her for an electrifying sixty-three and half seconds.

Now she propped those legs on a leather hassock, and Mitch’s mouth watered.

“Have you ever thought about doing a regional publicity tour to promote your snowboards to the locals?” she asked suddenly, as if the business wheels had started turning in her much-too-busy mind again.

He shifted beside her, partly to get closer to her, partly to ease the arousal that had plagued him ever since they’d sat down. “I’m not thinking about work right now, Tessa.”

In fact, his thoughts had more to do with wrestling those ski pants from her thighs, but he knew he’d be a fool to move too fast. He should be grateful she’d spent all day with him, ostensibly reviewing possible future product lines for Mogul Ryders by trying out every winter sport Lake Placid had to offer.

He wouldn’t push her, damn it.

But maybe he could allow himself one kiss.

He leaned close enough to breathe in the scent that had teased his senses all day. She smelled like exotic flowers. The scent was definitely more neon yellow than navy blue, and it aroused the hell out of him.

He just needed one taste. Just to see if she was as sweet as he remembered.

“There are so many potential customers here.” Her voice faltered as he hovered near. “So many good opportunities.” She yanked a corner of the throw blanket over her lap, as if the frail network of yarn would discourage him.

Fat chance. He could tell by the agitated flick of her tongue over her lips that she wanted the kiss as badly as he did.

He brushed the afghan away, skimming his hand over her thighs. “I’m only interested in following up on one particular opportunity, Tessa.”

Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled her to him. Her breathing hitched at the contact of his fingers underneath the hem of her sweater. He paused, drinking in the feel of her smooth skin as he splayed his hand over her back.

When her eyes drifted shut, as if she surrendered all control to him, Mitch homed in on her mouth for the kiss he’d dreamed about for eight years.

He groaned at the absolute perfection of her. The lips that were soft as a bubble bath. The scent that drugged him into behaving like a hormone-overloaded teenager. The taste that wavered between earthy-sexy and divinely sweet.

Every drop of blood in his veins surged south. At just one blasted kiss.

What made him think he could ever stop at just a kiss? He left her lips long enough to sample her neck and the hollow valley at her throat. Her fingers bore into his shoulders, and a strangled cry reached his ears.