Free Fall

He was already so hard he could have pounded nails into steel.

She leaned into him. 'I know one more thing we can do out here…'

Yes.

'Follow me…' And she backed away from him, still giving him that mind-blowing smile that promised him the moon, then she turned and ran around the corner of the cabin.

She was crazier than he. They couldn't go out there and just- It was cold. Someone would see-

Ah, hell. He loped after her, turning the corner and-

Took a snowball directly in the face.

The icy ball fell apart on impact, dripping little shards of snow down his face and into his collar. Shocked, frozen on the spot, he blinked the ice off his lashes and stared at her.

She clapped her hands over her mouth, which didn't hold her laugh in.

'Lily?'

'Yes?' she asked around her gloved fingers.

'You're going to want to run now,' he said silkily, pulling on his gloves and bending to scoop up a handful of ammunition, careful not to pat it together too tightly.

With a laughing scream, she whirled and ran, but he easily beaned her in the back.

Her mistake was that she stopped, laughing as she glanced at him over her shoulder.

He caught her, tumbled her to the snow, a wriggling, screeching, desperate-to-escape woman, and with a grin, he held her down with one hand to her chest, using his other to sprinkle snow in her face.

Then he let her escape.

She crawled away a few steps, then turned back to him, taunting. 'Is that the worst you can do?' She grabbed more snow, chucked it at him, and then when he bent for a handful, took off running.

Once more he caught her, mostly because she let him, and again, he took them both down to the snow, capturing her wrists this time, hauling them above her head, holding her captive while he tugged down the zipper of her jacket, spread it wide open.

'Logan,' she warned, her breasts heaving with each laughing breath. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the material of her sweater, begging for his touch, which he planned to give. 'Don't you dare-'

He stuffed a handful of snow down her sweater and then patted the material.

She squealed and he bent his head, taking her frozen mouth in his. It heated instantly, and opened to him. He absorbed her soft moan and matched it with one of his own as their tongues, hot in comparison to the rest of them, slid together. Still restrained by his hand, hers flexed, and she arched up into him. Oh, yeah, he loved that, and he lifted his head long enough to tug his glove off with his teeth. He cupped her face with his bare hand now and whispered her name.

Her body writhed against his, and he let her hands go to gather her even closer. She opened her legs to accommodate his hips, and he rocked them to her, going even harder at her harsh breathing, at the unfocused, needy glaze in her eyes. They were out of control and he didn't care.

She yanked off her gloves, too, then stuck her hands down the back of his ski pants, beneath his shorts, making him yelp at her frozen fingers. Laughing, he surged up on his knees, pulling her up, as well, his ass now frozen solid, along with another essential part of him. 'Not here.'

'Where, then?' She looked over her shoulder at the cabin, and he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't see her trying to figure out where. Now.

He laughed again and shook his head. He wanted warm, thank you very much. 'I'll give you two choices. Your room or mine.'

They went to his, and Logan had barely gotten Lily inside before he stripped her out of her clothes. His, too, and though she tried to touch, he pulled her into his shower. She wanted him beyond belief, beyond thoughts, knowing only that it wasn't just the hot water beading down on them that was restoring feeling to her extremities.

Her eyes drifted shut while he soaped her up, murmuring in her ear the whole time, telling her exactly what he was going to do to her as soon as she warmed up.

'But I'm warm now,' she whispered shamelessly, and wrapped her fingers around his erection.

'Here, then,' he said with a shudder. Backing her up to the wall, he lifted her and thrust home, making her come instantly. Instantly. Then, before she could get over the shock of that or even float back to herself, he kissed he, and, using the tile as leverage, took her hard and fast, bringing her to another screaming orgasm before he let himself go.

Afterward, with her body still trembling, he carried her to his bed and started again, slow and dreamy and seductive this time, until her breath sobbed in her throat, his name tumbling over and over from her lips, her heart both aching and pounding.

And it still wasn't enough.

***

An hour later she made it to her office feeling a little bit like the naughty schoolgirl caught sneaking late into class. At least all of her tension had been released by some seriously mind-blowing orgasms… Thank you, Logan.

Debbie was sitting on her desk, filing her nails. 'Look who the cat dragged in.'

Carrie came in and set a huge stack on her desk, then blew a strand of hair from her eyes. 'Sorry, babe. But you've got to go through that.'

Debbie looked smug. 'Ha.'

Lily sighed. 'Is it all stuff you and I have discussed?'

'Mostly,' Carrie said.

'Then you can split it with me.' Lily divided the stack in half and got down to it, thinking it couldn't take that long. She'd be back outside in no time. 'Did you find the missing ad file?' she asked Carrie, hoping that whoever had messed with the file had merely moved it, rather than actually taken it.

Debbie fingered the messy desk. 'How can you find anything?'

'Do you have a reason for being here?' Lily asked.

'Yep.' Debbie hopped down. 'To offer my help.'

'That's funny.'

'I mean it. I want to help.'

'Fine. You can help me find the ad.'

'Okeydokey.'

But they couldn't find it anywhere. Damn it. Starting over would take forever and cost them a late penalty. If they didn't get into the trade magazines, they could lose potential business for next year. 'I know it's here…'

'Lose something else?' Gwyneth came into the office and perched a hip on the corner of her desk. She reached out to unbutton and then rebutton the blouse Lily had put on incorrectly only a few minutes before when she'd run to her room for dry clothing. 'Someone's been dressing in a hurry. A nooner today with the ski bum?'.

'Jealous?'

'You know, given the wattage of your smile, I just might be.'

'Good. And I told you, he's not a ski bum.'

'You keep defending him, little sis, and I'm going to get even more worried. Oh, and don't worry about finding the ads now. Deadline passed. We lost the opportunity to be in any California trade mags next season.'

'I had those ads done. They vanished.'

'If that makes you feel better.'

'What would make me feel better is you out of my face.'

As Gwyneth disappeared in a huff, Lily dived into work.

No ads meant they'd have to work extra hard to reach the trade markets next year, which meant extra work for