She was lying. I watched as she bit her lip for the tenth time in the last fifteen minutes, her hands clenching the side of the creaking chairlift as we ascended to the top. She definitely did not look like someone who was excited about skiing down into the basin.

No, she looked terrified.

It had been hilarious to see her being fitted for her skis, how she nearly busted her ass when the attendant had asked her to stand. If it hadn’t been for my quick thinking, she would have ended up crashing to the ground.

Somehow, she had gotten herself to the lift, but if I was a betting man, I was about to see the epic fail once it got to its destination and she had to get off.

“Have you skied a lot?” I asked her, attempting to sound innocent.

“O-of course I have,” she answered, her voice trembling. “Tons of times.”

“I like the black diamond slopes myself,” I said casually, testing. Teasing. “Which one is your favourite?”

“Um I like the black ones too,” she answered, falling into my trap. Those were one of the hardest types to go down.

I chuckled as we came to the drop off point, grabbing my poles ready to jump off. “Alright then. Looks like we are going to have a damn good run.”

Angel followed my motions and somehow got herself off the lift too without stopping the damn thing. But as soon as we were clear, she was already cursing, her skis pointing inward as she fought to stay upright.

“Do you need any help?” I asked, standing a few feet away.

“I got it,” she said darkly, doing everything wrong to get herself to move. “It’s been a while. Just give me a moment.”

My guess was probably never, but I held my tongue. After this morning's debacle, the last thing I wanted to do was get on Angel's bad side. Though, I couldn't deny the fact that she'd felt damn good pressed up against me, wiggling against my aching cock to the point where I had to will it down as soon as she fled to the bathroom.

We took it slowly, heading towards the markers, and I made sure to ski next to her, staying by her side as she wobbled like a newborn deer. In front of us were two choices, the safe and relatively easy slope to the right and the more advanced one on the left. I pointed my skis left, wondering if she'd take the bait and how far she would take this little charade.

“Make sure you use your poles and don’t stick them in the ground during your descent or you will leave them behind.”

“What the hell are they for then?” she grumbled that elicited a winning grin from me.

“Turns,“ I answered and pointed at the trees in the distance. “So, you don’t end up in there like a piece of meat on a skewer. Unless you like kebabs?”

She looked up and visibly swallowed. “I knew that.”

“Alright then,” I said.

She was stubborn I had to give her that. Angel didn’t seem like she was going to give up. Was she actually going to try the slope?

“You ready to do this? It’s a long way down…”

Angel took a breath and exhaled a cloud of frost, and before I could stop her she pushed off toward the hill, angling left. Building up speed.

She squealed and I raced after her, seeing the panic in her awkward movements. She was going to kill herself attempting to go down this slope! Before she could crest, I tackled her from behind, knocking her off the path and into the fresh snow that had been pushed up on the side by the other skiers.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I landed on top of her, crusted snow all over the both of us.

I looked into her eyes, a spurt of anger welling up inside me. “You crazy fool. You can’t even ski! Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Her jaw set before she looked away. “Who says I can’t ski?”

“Me! What were you thinking?”

“Fine. I can’t ski.”

“Like I didn’t already know that,” I blew out a breath and laughed as she pushed back her ski cap. “Were you really going to launch yourself down that hill?”

“I just, I had got this far,” Angel started, frustration in her eyes but a smile on her rosy lips. “I thought I could wing it. Doesn’t look that hard.”

I laughed again, unable to help myself. “Not that hard? You’re insane. There is no winging it going down one of these, though I have to hand it to you, I’ve never seen anyone wanting to prove me otherwise.”

Her lips pursed together, and I was struck by her natural beauty, the bright blue of her eyes. Despite the layers of clothing I had on, I could feel the shot to my cock, rising against my thermals. Shit. What was it about this woman that had me wanting her so badly?

“Well,” she finally said with a little laugh. “Now you know I can bluff.”

“You sure can,” I replied, wistfully, my gaze dipping back to her lips.

All I had to do was lean in, a little closer, and she’d be mine.

“I’m holding you from your skiing. You should go… I can make my own way down.”

I shook my head and pushed out of the snow, stepping out of my skis before extending my hand toward her.

“I’m not leaving you up here alone. Come on. I can get you up.”

She accepted my gloved hand and I helped her back onto her skis, the force sending her careening towards me and knocking us back into the snow. Her laugh rang in my ears as I felt her body pressed up against mine.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, breathless. “You’re right. I suck at this.”

I looked up at her, not caring that the wetness was seeping into my suit, freezing my ass. “I never said you sucked… but I’m glad you finally admitted it. You just need lessons.”

She grinned, and I felt my chest tighten in response. I wanted to kiss her so badly I could taste it. I wanted to feel her frozen cherry red lips against mine, her gasping under my touch. What the hell was happening to me?

"I can admit when I'm defeated. Stick a fork in me, I am so done. It's not even funny. These legs weren't made for skiing. They're barely good enough for walking; I'm so clumsy."

No, I thought. Her legs were made to be wrapped around my waist as I ploughed deep into her… my snow spraying hard and fast.

Ignoring the warmth that was swamping my body and the vision in my head, I grinned at her.

“Let’s celebrate your bravery over some hot chocolate, and then maybe dinner? And tomorrow I’ll show you a few moves. Teach you how it’s done.”

“But—”

“No buts. I’ll make a skier out of you before our time is over.”

We were going to be stuck together for three more days and I was going to enjoy myself. Especially this connection between us.

Her eyes widened, and she attempted to scramble off me, her knee narrowly missing my raging cock. “I, um.”

I pushed myself to my feet and helped her step out of her skis, gathering both sets.

"It will be fun. Unless you have other plans? Don't tell me you have another man hidden away in our suite that wants to wine and dine you?"

She looked away and I could see she was fighting with her response. It only made me want to find out more about her.

“A-alright, but just dinner.”

“Just dinner,” I answered, already thinking of how I might get her into my bed, I mean our bed. Hell, I would've taken her right there and then if she'd let me, but the cautious look in her eye made me think she'd probably push me down the slope if I came on too strong. Either way I would have her. I would slate the pure physical need that was driving me now. The captain was in charge, at the helm and my hands were off the wheel. But we both had one goal in mind to bury myself in her body.

I wasn’t going to stop until she was my perfect little valentine.