Page 32 of One Week With You
CHAPTER7
RAFE
“So there’ssomething I’ve been wondering about,” Talia gasped out as we made our way up the hill. For a second there was nothing but the whistle of the wind and the crunch of our footsteps in the snow.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I choked out around my own choppy breaths. I worked out five days a week and considered myself pretty fit, but the angle of this hill was deceiving from below.
My calves burned. My lungs ached.
The higher we climbed, the more I regretted my suggestion to sled down it using a twenty-five-year-old snow sledge I’d found in the garage. Not the best idea I’d had, but life at the moment was all about distraction when all I wanted to do was throw Talia on the bed and fuck her until she screamed. Until she was covered in me.
Who was I kidding? I didn’t need a bed at this point.
It was going to happen. Talia knew it, I knew it. My dick did too.
It just hadn’t happened yet.
I wasn’t sure what we were waiting for, not after everything I said, after the kiss we shared the other day – and the mind melting kisses we’d shared since – but this needed to be on Talia’s terms, so I was waiting.
She climbed a couple of steps ahead, the full, round curves of her ass right there in my line of sight, and I held back a groan.
I wasn’t good at waiting, especially not when I’d decided on full steam ahead.
“Why is it called Chestnut Cottage?” she asked. “There’s nothing remotely chestnutty about this place.”
“Chestnutty,” I mouthed, completely amused by her. She had a point though. There were no trees. Just miles of wide, rugged open land. “I think there used to be a chestnut tree here years ago. But don’t quote me on that.”
She paused for a second, swaying until she righted her balance. “I think this will do.”
I blew against my hands and rubbed them together while I scanned the frozen landscape. From this perspective we could see all the way down the slope, past the cottage and the small loch further down the valley. The village sat further afield, a small cluster of grey rooftops and smoking chimneys. The only sign of life in days.
“I think we might’ve underestimated,” I admitted, glaring at the route we’d climbed. “I don’t remember it being this steep. We might pick up too much speed. I don’t want you to break your damn neck, Talia.”
“You’re extra grumpy today.” Talia nudged my shoulder with her chin and rested her cheek there. The closeness should have settled me, but I was a weak man right now. Right back on that edge. “It’ll be fine,” she reassured. “Unless you don’t want to.”
I didn’t now I was up here, but I never backed down from a challenge. Not once.
“Let’s do this.”
I climbed into the sledge first and Talia followed, slotting herself into my lap, lodging that ass of hers right against my cock. Patience truly tested, I dropped my head against the back of hers for a moment, and she laughed. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“You ready?” I asked.
She let out a littleeeeeeeepnoise full of nerves and excitement. “Go, go, go, before I change my mind!”
I leaned back, gripping hold of the rein with one hand and pushing against the hill with the other to gain some forward momentum, and then we were off. The sledge picked up speed quickly, exactly as I’d feared, but Talia laughed and shrieked the whole time, and I would’ve done it again just to hear that sound. As we careened closer to the cottage, my heart disappeared somewhere to my throat, along with my balls probably. In a blink the gradient lessened and the ground dipped, and we soared, flying through the air – at least that’s what it felt like – before landing and rolling, rolling, rolling, ending in a heap of snow only metres from the wall at the back of the garden.
Holy shit.
That was so close. Too close.
For a long time we were a breathless tangle of limbs; my left leg crossed with her right, my arm awkwardly crushed underneath her back. I spat and rolled my tongue. Some of her hair was in my mouth.
“Talia, are you okay?”
A giggle rang out, and she pushed up on her gloved hands, staring down at me with breathless joy. “That was amazing. I can’t believe I sledded on Christmas Eve. This is a bucket list moment, Rafe.”
“Yeah, a bucket we almost kicked.”
