"Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll tear your clothes off and fuck you on the slopes."

Gigi’s frostbitten cheeks burn as the ski lift hoists us into the air. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean." Gigi’s fuck-me stare has been taunting me all morning. First at breakfast, which I obliged after dragging her to the bed. And, now, during the fitting for boots, I catch her checking me out, as if there’s anything to leer at with all this ski shit on my body.

"I would’ve happily spent the rest of the day inside you. You’re the one who wanted to go skiing."

Gigi lapses into a thoughtful silence. She does that whole stare-into-your-soul thing often. Sometimes she breaks it with a sigh. This time she leans over and her lips stamp my cheek.

I want more.

I turn my head, but she’s already leaned away. Her eyes beam with pure bliss. I’ve never seen that look on her face, and it warms my heart.

I make her happy.

Our lift approaches the slope, and Gigi moans. Despite a firm hold on her jacket arm, she always takes us both out.

"Okay, don’t move. Keep the skis straight. I’ll pull you aside."

"I’ll try."

She says that, but she panics as soon as she touches the powder. The bench shoves her forward, and she sways to the left.

"No, stay straight!"

Gigi makes a wedge with her skis. They quickly become entangled and shoot across mine.

"Oh, hell," I moan. "Not again."

Unable to remain upright, Gigi crashes me into a mound of packed snow. Gigi’s body thumps into mine.

Another wipeout. "You’ve done this so many times, I’m starting to think you do it on purpose."

"I do not!" Gigi slaps my chest, bursting with laughter. "I swear to God."

"You don’t have to trip me to get on top of me. Just saying."

"Shut up."

Gigi rips the poles from my hands and fights to a standing position. It’s a good thing we’ve skied on nothing but bunny hills. Gigi’s hopeless at the sport, but I smile and nod as though she’s making decent progress. It wouldn’t be fun to tell her how much she sucks. Besides, watching her shriek with rage when she falls is hilarious.

"Pay attention, Gigi. Stop thinking about dick and listen up." I point a few yards ahead. "You need to practice stopping. I want you to slowly make your way there and stop without falling over."

Gigi stares at the spot and digs her poles into the snow. "I’ll try."

She makes a wedge and pushes off, shooting past where she’s supposed to halt. I laugh as I chase after her. Cold wind stings my face, and I glide over the gentle slope.

"Can’t stop!" Gigi flies straight down, terror written all over her face.

"Yes, you can. Gently apply pressure to—"

"I can’t!" she screams. "I’ll fall!"

"You’ll fall anyway when you get to the bottom."

Gigi veers in a desperate attempt to slow down, smashing into me.

"Fuck!"

We wipe out in a whirlwind of limbs. The ski boot twists my ankle and pain stabs my foot. "Ow!"

"Oh shit!" Snow falls from Gigi’s beanie as she shoots upright. "What did I do?"

"You’re killing me." I pop my boot from the ski, hissing with pain. "It’s like you’re trying to put me out of commission for the game. You’re not a spy from Ohio State, are you?"

"I’m so sorry!" Gigi untangles herself and crawls to my side. "Do you need help getting up?"

"Nah. I’m only messing." I use the poles to stagger upright, and, once I put the slightest weight on my right ankle, white-hot pain shoots up my leg.

"Shit." Gigi must’ve noticed my grimace before I wiped it away.

"I’ll be fine, but I should probably wait a few minutes before hitting the slopes."

"Let’s go back. This was a bad idea."

I test my boot on the slope and head downhill, skis draped over my shoulder. The boot has good support, but another hour and my ankle will be the size of a grapefruit. Skiing with my injury was stupid, but I couldn’t say no to her.

The walk down the slopes is long, the silence broken by blasts of wind as skiers zip past. Our breath mists the air. Snowflakes dot Gigi’s dark hair in tiny clumps of white, her cheeks still blazing red. I can’t tell if it’s from cold or shame at mangling my foot. She’s quiet—and impossible to read.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I’m thinking about how beautiful it is up here. The mountain…the trees everywhere. There’s barely anyone on the slopes, and it feels nice. Tranquil."

"Better than Jersey. Or Danville."

"Yeah," she says emphatically. "Definitely. Rutgers is great, but I couldn’t see myself living there forever. Guess it sort of depends what I want to do."

"Med school. Right?"

She grimaces. "I’m not sure."

"Really? It seems right up your alley."

"Lots of work," she says dryly. "And you have to be passionate about medicine. I don’t know if I’m that invested. You’re so lucky, Ronan. You already know what you are. I’d kill for that."

"Football? Yeah, I guess. I’m on the fence about going career."

Gigi goggles at me. "Why?"

"It’s not the only worthwhile endeavor. What if I’m meant to do something else?"

"You’re great on the field, it’s fun, and you’d get paid very well. Why the hell would you leave that?"

"Might be a grass is greener thing or I could be more like you—not sure if I want to invest my whole life in football."

"You wouldn’t have to play forever. A few years in the NFL, and you could quit and get a sweet contract coaching college ball. Or become a sportscaster. A scout."

"True."

"Then why are you wishy-washy?"

I glance at her. How would she react I told her the truth?

Because being with you makes me happier than all that. "It doesn’t make me whole."

"Huh. That’s unexpected."

"Believe it or not, there’s more to me than football."

"I know," she says with a smile. "It’s just the last thing I expected you to say."

"What about you? When are you going to figure your shit out?"

"No idea, but my reluctance to study the MCAT speaks volumes, doesn’t it? I can’t even crack the books, and I’ll bet the tests in med school make the entrance exam look like child’s play." Gigi shrugs. "I’m taking it one day at a time. No need to decide now."

We finally reach the bottom of the slopes, and I hobble toward the lodge. I slump on a bench at the ski rental, grateful to rip off my boots. Unbuckling the first strap feels heavenly, until the blood rushes to my injury.

Gigi helps slide my foot out. "How is it doing?"

Like hell. "Not too bad."

I can’t tell her the truth—that my ankle feels more like a bloody stump and any contact with the ground is agony. By the look on her face, she’s already consumed with guilt.

"Maybe we should go back to the suite. You can make it up to me in private."

Gigi swats my shoulder, blushing. "Keep your voice down."

As soon as we’ve returned all the equipment, Gigi drags me to the elevator, talking about driving to the store to buy Icy Hot. I hop into our suite and collapse onto the mattress.

Worried, Gigi cradles my foot, her gentle touch soothing. "We should put it on ice immediately."

"You know, there’s an easier way to direct my blood away from my injury."

Gigi looks up, nonplussed. "Elevate it?"

"No. I’ll give you a hint—it requires your mouth."

Comprehension dawns on her face. "I should’ve known you’d work sex into the conversation somehow."

There might not be literature on the effectiveness of blowjobs, but when Gigi touches me, my jeans tighten. It doesn’t matter where. She’s that irresistible.

And the girl knows it.

"I do owe you one." A feline smirk tugs at her lips. "Why not?"

Gigi unwraps her scarf, tossing the winter jacket onto a chair. Then she shimmies out of her leggings. I’d get up to help her undress, but I love watching her hands glide over her curves. Her panties follow the leggings.

Blood rushes to my cock. My breathing sounds far and distant as she climbs over the bed and straddles my waist. She seizes her wool sweater. I watch the hem tease her flat stomach before it glides up her abdomen, over her breasts, and is finally tossed aside. Gigi’s thick, brown curls bounce on her shoulders. She smiles as she reaches behind her and unclasps the nude bra. Gigi’s tits tumble free, and my fingers act like they have minds of their own.

Her smooth skin is softer than velvet. She lowers herself, hair tickling my face, and kisses my open mouth. Her breasts pool into my hands. I want to fucking bite them, but Gigi palms my chest. She pushes me down.

"It’s my turn to play with you."

Hell yes.

She unzips my jeans and pries the belt apart. She pulls my cock out. It’s already stiff, stabbing the air. Gigi smiles before crushing her lips against mine, tongue lashing hard. I caress her curves, looping around her thick ass, legs, and tits. It’s too much. If she doesn’t stop, I’ll throw her down and fuck her.

Flushed, Gigi draws away. She moves to my side, displaying her body as she positions her mouth over my cock. A stream of precum glides down my shaft, and Gigi laps at it as though it’s honey. She grips the base, pumping slowly as she tongues my length. Up and down, swirling over the head, sucking the sensitive underside.

She’s amazing at this. Who would have thought?

It’s as though she’s studied how to suck cock. I don’t have to tell her to go faster or slow down. She does it intuitively. I’m primed to explode by the time she finally takes me into her mouth, but I force myself to keep it together. This is an occasion that’s meant to be savored, and it’s clear that Gigi wants me to enjoy myself. She opens her mouth wide, taking all of me. Her lips flatten against my balls as I bulge in her throat.

Holy fuck.

She’s deep-throating me. Gigi pulls back to gasp, intent on shoving as much cock as far as possible. She does it again. And again.

At some point, I’ll have to stop her.

"I’m going to fill you with cum and it’s only been a few minutes."

Gigi releases me with a loud pop, lips gliding up and down my wet shaft. Her haughty gaze taunts me as though to say—So do it.

She can’t really want that. "Babe, slow down. You don’t want me to come in your mouth. Do you?"

Gigi’s sigh tingles my dick. It twitches, bumping into her lips. She takes me again, tongue whipping a frenzy. My balls tighten as pressure behind them builds. My hips grind into her, and then she wraps her arms around my waist and keeps me buried. Her tongue strokes the base of my cock.

And then it surges forward. Before I can summon the strength to stop, I come. I thrust into her twice before pulling out, because I’ll be damned if I’m not fucking her pussy. I seize her ankle, drag her across the bed, and open her legs. With a shuddering moan, I sink into her.

Gigi grasps my neck as I pound her, so turned on another orgasm builds. Her wet heat grips me. Gigi digs into my hair and pants. A few quick thrusts, and we meet our climaxes together. She moans into my mouth.

I bite her lip, groaning through my teeth. I feel nothing but Gigi’s soft lips. Her velvet skin. Her tits against my chest.

After a long while, she meets my eyes. Her smile tugs at my heart, because this woman isn’t just dynamite in bed.

She’s the one for me.