I take Missy to the resort where we have our hot springs spa day planned. It’s thirty minutes away, so we used some of that time to get to know each other a little. Missy also uses her phone to text her friend and sister. She is much more at ease once her sister replies that she’s enjoying herself, and that she plans to stay, because some guy—probably Jeff—offered her twenty grand to hang out at the lodge while they’re in town. I smile. She and her sister are not quite cut from the same cloth.

This hot springs resort is perfect. I get us a private two-level suite on the top floor. It’s quiet and there won’t be any distractions. I’m not even sure why that matters, but I’m going for pretty much the opposite of the hedonism happening at the lodge.

“You realize that neither of us have spare clothes, right?” Missy points out as we enter the main foyer of the large, three-bedroom suite.

“Yes. I can have our things brought over…if we need it. The bedrooms upstairs all have robes, so we’re fine.” I turn her to face me. “I’m not sure why we’re here. All I’m sure about is the lodge will be too…busy to spend any time—”

“It’s okay,” she cuts me off and looks around. “I understand. This is nice.”

“Can I get you a drink?” I ask, taking her coat.

“Sure. Wine, whiskey, scotch, beer…whatever is available.”

While I check out the selection in the well-stocked bar, Missy walks through the suite, checking out each room. She gets to the double sliding doors opening onto the balcony, which has a hot tub and looks out on the lake.

“Great view,” she calls out to me after returning inside some time later.

I bring our drinks to the living room, and she takes her glass. She doesn’t sit. “Where are the bedrooms?”

“Upstairs,” I tell her, smiling. I like the way she thinks already.

“Hang on. I’m just asking because honestly, I need to put my feet up. I’ve worked nine and ten-hour shifts at the diner all of this week. I’m beat.”

I don’t mind the idea of her feet off the floor either. They can be wrapped around my hips, hanging over my shoulders, clamped around my head, or anywhere, as long as I’m between them.

Kicking off her shoes, she heads to the stairs that are closer to the kitchen. I take the whiskey bottle with my glass, getting the best view of her legs and ass as I follow her up to the second floor. I’m throbbing with newfound need by the time we make it up to the master bedroom. Missy sets her drink down on one side of the king-size bed. She disappears in the bathroom. Taking a seat on the sofa near the balcony doors, I sip my whiskey. It’s not the time for overthinking. Maybe she needs this break more than I do.

She returns wearing a robe. It’s open in front. I let out a growl at the sight of just her bra and panties underneath as she takes a seat on the bed.

“Where’s the remote?” she asks, hardly noticing my reaction as she sits there looking sexy as sin.

I walk around to her side of the bed and stand in front of her. “We’re not watching TV,” I inform her.

“No?” she asks. As Missy stares up at me, I look back and forth between her face and my groin area. I take her hand, cupping it over my cock. “This is the only remote you’re getting.”

Eyes on me, Missy picks up her glass, downs her drink, and sets down the glass.

“Let’s see if I can figure out how to work it,” she says, smirking as she shrugs off her robe.

She unbuckles my belt and removes it with a snap, then she tugs at the waistband of my pants. I’m hard as a rock as she reaches her hand inside my boxers and frees my cock. I can barely breathe looking down at her as she bites down on one side of her bottom lip. She’s stroking the shaft as she seems to do an assessment. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and her hands drag my pants and boxers down.

Her fingers grip the base of my cock again. Opening her mouth, she drifts forward. The tip of her tongue makes contact with my cock head. The hot wetness and that look in her eyes are almost enough to make me explode if I don’t hold myself back. The only way I’ll have an ounce of control right now is if I help her out. Reaching my hand to the back of her head, I lace my fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down my shaft. Each time I pull her back, she licks and swirls at the tip. And as her lips reach as far up my shaft as they’ll go, she moans her enjoyment of the way I fuck her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan. She sucks hard and doesn’t seem to mind my cock hitting so far down her throat.

My legs shake from the pleasure of her skills, and reminds me I’ve been waiting all day for this to happen.

Her last groan takes me past my limits. The pressure in my groin expands beyond my will, and I give two sharp thrusts as I explode into her mouth. Missy moans with pleasure, swallowing everything that erupts out of me, and her eyes won’t look away. She’s enjoying this more than I’ve ever seen.

Not sure if my legs will keep me standing, I pull out of her mouth. She knows how to work this remote, all right. I’m dying to flip her over and take her from behind right here at the side of the bed, but I try to pace myself. She stretches out in the bed, resting her head on one pillow, and pats the space beside her so I’d join her.

I strip off my clothes, clean up in the bathroom, and get into bed beside her.

“I just need to close my eyes for a bit,” she tells me, dragging the comforter over us.

Pulling her into my arms, I lean down to whisper, “We have a connection, Missy.”

“We do,” she agrees. “And I know it’s not just about this…whatever this attraction is between us. The problem is, it takes time to figure out what the connection really means, but you’ll be gone tomorrow or the next day, and I’ll be here.”

She has an intense look in her eyes as she stares up at me. It’s all true. After this ski trip, we’ll be gambling in Vegas for a couple of days, then we’ll head back to New York. I don’t do relationships, let alone try something long distance. I honestly don’t have an answer for her. All I know is I want to find out more, starting with how she tastes.