Remember Me. Laura Browning

me out?”

      “That’s right. Why don’t we grab some breakfast first, and then I’ll join you for a couple of trips down the Lodge View trail.”

      “You don’t mind, do you, Lucy?” Brandon asked. She detected just a trace of worry in his voice.

      She smiled at them. “Not at all. The fact you would bother makes me feel a lot more secure about even attempting such a thing.”

      Brandon grinned. “Great.”

      She watched Matt’s easy manner with his employees and his guests and was impressed. There was no doubt he was in charge, but he treated everyone with equal politeness. His employees greeted him by first name. After they finished eating, he stood. “I’ll grab my jacket and my gear and meet you at the lift in about fifteen minutes. Good for you?”

      “Sure thing, Matt,” Bran assured him. As he and Lucy went to get their equipment, Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alcove near the door. He took his time, kissing her on the lips, then grinned into her face. “Good morning. I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you. Are you sure you’re okay with Matt evaluating you?”

      “Not a problem.” She didn’t want to tell him it made her feel cared for, and it had been so long since anyone had looked out for her best interests. But it warmed her, and Lucy held onto the feeling.

      Matt was there at the lift and, this early in the morning, just a few hardy skiers were already out. They shared the chair, Lucy sandwiched between the two men. When they reached the top, Matt indicated they should go to the left.

      “Lodge View’s a pretty quiet run. Did you do it yesterday?”

      Brandon shook his head. “I kept her on the other side, on the shorter run to give her more experience getting on and off the lift, that kind of thing.”

      Matt smiled at her. “This run has a few turns a little tighter than what you did yesterday, but it will give us a chance to see if you can maneuver well enough, plus the length will be a good indication if you’ve got the stamina for a longer run.”

      Lucy grinned at them. “I’m game.”

      In all fairness, she was fit enough from dancing she’d had no soreness whatsoever following skiing yesterday. Matt stepped up the pace a bit, so the run today demanded more concentration, but when they reached the bottom, she now saw a gleam of approval on Brandon’s friend’s face.

      He clapped her on the shoulder. “You might be new to skiing, but it’s obvious you keep yourself fit.” He looked at Brandon. “Go on. I just wish I could join you, dude, but I’ve got to go over supply orders with my managers. Stop by my office when you get back and let me know how it goes.”

      “No problem.”

      Brandon put an arm around Lucy’s shoulders. “Ready, baby?”

      She nodded. “If you two think I can do it, I’ll give it a try.”

      By the time they returned to the lodge at lunchtime, Lucy was glowing with exertion and couldn’t remember when she’d had so much fun. Brandon slung his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She fit perfectly along his side, and her smoldering attraction caught fire.

      “I ordered lunch in my suite. I’ve also got a whirlpool tub in the master bath if you’d like to work out a few kinks.” He glanced at her with a sly grin. “It’s big enough for two.”

      Heat raced through her. It must have shown because the grin left his face and his green-gold eyes blazed like the sun.

      When he spoke again, his voice was a throaty growl. “What would you say to trying the tub first?”

      Lucy could be nothing other than honest. “Yes.”

      He hurried her through the lodge. When he opened the door with his key card, she noticed a slight tremble in his fingers. Apparently they were both turned on. He proved it true as soon as the door shut behind them. His fingers went to the zipper on her jacket, sliding it down at the same time he leaned in to kiss her.

      “Damn, baby,” he choked, drawing back. “I swore I would go slow with you this time around, but every time I get near you, I feel like an out-of-control teenager. I’m so damn hard right now.”

      She was feeling the same way, and was already working on his clothing. With his jacket unzipped, she slipped her hands inside and around him until she could pull him into her. When his hips met her stomach, his erection rubbed her. Lucy gulped.

      “You know, slow can be for after lunch. Let’s just do fast now.”

      He pulled back a bit and stared into her face for a moment before the hard planes of his softened and he chuckled. “I am so with you.”

      Laughing together, they stripped off their clothing. Lucy finished first and took a moment to enjoy the pure, masculine beauty of him. Dark gold hair covered his chest and arrowed down to his thick cock. When she saw how hard he was, she gulped and took off down the hall to the bathroom with Brandon right behind her. She had already turned on the taps when he caught her and spun her into his arms.

      “I watched your tight little ass swaying in front of me all morning and could barely concentrate on skiing because of the effect you were having on my body. Now, it’s a question of if I can wait long enough to get you in the tub, if I bend you over right here or set you on the counter and just spread you open.”

      Lucy took a step toward him and twined her arms around his neck. She had never felt so comfortable right off the bat with any man, and though she trembled with arousal, there was no hesitation in her. “Let’s start with the last and work our way backward.”

      “I like the way you think, lady.”

      Brandon’s hands slid down her back, cupped her bottom and lifted her. She almost gasped when the contrast of the cold marble vanity touched her overheated skin. Brandon’s hands slid along her thighs, flooding her with even more sensation. While one held her hip, the other dipped and cupped her sex. Now she did gasp. Then he slipped a finger inside and she moaned.

      “Look at me, Lucy,” Brandon ordered, and she glanced up from what he was doing. His gaze burned. “I want you right now. Nice can come later.”

      His fingers moved and she threw her head back. “Please,” she choked. She heard the slide of a drawer, his fingers withdrew for a moment and the sound of a foil packet tearing followed. Then there was another, thicker probing between her legs. Lucy’s eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze.

      “Now,” she hissed.

      He thrust into her, filling her until she was positive she would burst with pleasure. When he began to stroke, she moaned. Skin slapped against skin. They panted. Forget gentleness. Brandon’s lovemaking was fast, hot and intense, and their releases tumbled one over the other with equal fury. He leaned his forehead on the top of her head, and Lucy held onto his shoulders, afraid she would collapse into a boneless puddle at his feet. She couldn’t think, just feel.

      Gradually, the sound of running water intruded. Her breathing settled.

      “The bath,” Lucy gasped.

      “Shit!” Brandon withdrew, turned the taps off, then stripped the condom from himself. “In the nick of time, though I suspect we’ll overflow it when we get in.” He arched a brow at her. “Ready?”

      “Absolutely.”

      * * * *

      Brandon tossed the condom in the trash, his heart beating double-time. Last night had surprised him with its intensity, just now had shocked the shit out of him. He’d had his share of lovers, even had a couple of women he’d thought he was serious about. He’d never had anyone like Lucy.

      “You getting in?” she asked.

      He smiled at her. “Yeah.” As he’d suspected, the water overflowed onto the tile. When Lucy cast a worried glance at it, he grinned. “Don’t worry.