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  He followed me into the kitchen, stealing a steaming muffin to bounce it between his fingers.

  I slapped at him playfully. It didn’t stop him from taking a bite. “Mmm, these are good!”

  He looked sideways at me. “The Olympic judging thing is what I wanted to tell you about. It’s also the reason I was out of contact.”

  My eyes narrowed. “Jax, what are you talking about?”

  He smiled. “I withdrew my name from the list of Olympic judges. That was where I went, to Switzerland to meet with the committee and make arrangements.”

  I gasped before I could stop myself. “Are you serious?”

  He nodded. “I wanted to get rid of any barriers between us. Now there’s no reason we can’t be together… I mean, unless you don’t want to be with me.”

  I felt my chin begin to wobble. He moved closer, to take me into his arms. “No crying now,” he whispered.

  I cried anyway, relief pouring out of me, into his chest.

  “You’re a beautiful, smart, talented, wonderful woman,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “I don’t know exactly what I walked in on, but I know I’ll spend every day showing you how much you’re worth.”

  I straightened, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Can you help me with something?” I asked, feeling shy.

  “Of course.”

  I nodded toward the fridge door. “Wanna help me throw all of the junk I bought this morning away? Erica put it in the fridge and I mean, I hate to waste it, but I don’t want it around anymore.”

  We put everything down the garbage disposal. As we finished, I turned to him; he was leaning against the counter, grinning.

  “You know,” he said, “You kinda left me hanging back there, when I told you I wanted us to be together. Do you want that, too?”

  “What do you think?” I asked, then walked into his open arms and kissed him. My heart, which had been breaking only half a day ago, now swelled with joy.

  Before I knew it our kiss had deepened and grown more urgent. He stirred against me. I knew that I needed him, now.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” I murmured, his mouth now on my throat and working its way lower. He nodded, and I giggled. I took his hand; as soon we were in the bedroom, I slid his coat from his shoulders and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his pants. He lifted up my sweater and pulled it over my head.

  We kissed as we kicked off our shoes, my fingers working the buttons on his shirt, his hands pushing my leggings down. My feet got tangled up in them as I tried to kick them off my ankles and I fell against him. We both laughed.

  “Let’s just get rid of the clothes and pick up from there,” he suggested. “Before one or both of us ends up in the hospital?” He removed his pants and I managed to do the same with my leggings without breaking my neck. Then he took me in his arms again and kissed me slowly. Sensuously. My knees went weak as he undid me with his mouth.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, his mouth leaving mine and planting soft kisses down my throat. He reached my collarbone; and then moved lower still, cupping bra-bound breasts in his hands and burying his face between them.

  “Let’s get rid of this,” he said, referring to the lace over my bosom. I reached behind my back to unhook it. He slid the straps over my arms and let it fall to the floor.

  “You’re delicious,” he whispered. He took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned, my head falling back, holding on to him for dear life. My fingers dug into his shoulders. We fell onto the bed, side by side, kissing and touching each other, working ourselves into a frenzy.

  He broke away then; raising himself on one arm to look down on me, his eyes surveying my body. I felt myself blush, and instinctively grabbed for a sheet. His hand shot out and grasped my wrist, pinning it to the bed.

  “Please,” I whimpered, unable to meet his eyes.

  He released my wrist and placed one finger on my chin, turning my face toward his. “Why would you want to cover this body?” He resumed his inventory, looking me up and down.

  My blushed deepened. “I don’t exactly look like my sister, or the other athletes here at the resort,” I mumbled. Where was the tigress when I needed her? She wouldn’t have brought up my insecurities while in bed with him.

  “If I wanted one of those other women, I’d be in bed with them instead of with you.”

  “My legs aren’t long enough, my thighs are too thick,” Oh god, what was I saying?! “My hips are too wide, my waist isn’t small…” What was I trying to do, turn him off? Tigress, where were you?

  “Are you finally finished?” he asked.

  I nodded sullenly.

  He pulled me even closer to him, until our bodies were touching from shoulder to toe. “Listen to me,” he said, suddenly very serious. “It’s time for your final lesson.”

  He looked at me. “But before I tell you what it is, I want to say something.” He reached down and placed his hand on my calf, then slowly drew that hand up toward my knee and past it. I tried to control myself, but couldn’t stop a shiver at his gentle touch. “You have beautiful legs—smooth, sexy, strong,” he told me. Then his hand reached my hip, “And these hips… I remember holding onto them while you had your way with me in your parents’ basement. Remember that? Because I do.”

  He continued his inventory, planting a gentle kiss on my tummy. “Flat stomachs are overrated.” I started to protest but he cut me off with a gentle finger over my mouth—a finger I kissed.

  He shifted slightly so that he was no longer just next to me but also slightly above me, and when he shifted I felt how hard he’d become. Feeling his member pressed against me excited me, but I fought to keep my hands away. I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted it to last as long as possible… forever, in fact.

  His gaze roved up my body. It stopped at my breasts. There was no mistaking the meaning of his grin. “These… well, I don’t ever want to hear you say anything bad about them”. I blushed, then moaned as he slowly traced a line with his finger from my belly up between them. My breath stilled, anticipating his next move, and we both watched as he lingered there, right in the middle, before slowly drawing the finger over the top of my right breast.

  I moaned softly, every nerve ending on fire as his fingertip circled my nipple. His head rose to face me as fingers excited my flesh. “Your final lesson is this. You are beautiful. And you don’t need to be anybody else in order to show me that.”

  He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, then moved his mouth down to replace the thumb and finger that was still stroking me. He licked, so slowly, all the way around. I closed my eyes and arched my back, luxuriating in this new found feeling. He wanted me. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and the most desirable. I had never felt this way with another man before.

  I became aware of a steady stream of moans coming from me, broken by gasps and sighs of pure pleasure as he gently but firmly licked and sucked upon me. “You taste so good… so sweet…” he murmured as he moved from one breast to the other.

  I wrapped my right leg around his left and pulled it between my thighs. He half-laughed, half-growled in response, forcing us even closer. In that moment my entire world revolved around the heat between my legs; his hard member was pressed right up against it. I couldn’t help myself. I started to grind myself against him, slowly but firmly.

  I was rewarded by a low, slow groan, the vibrations of which traveled straight through my nipple and down to my center. It made me grind harder.

  I loved this—the feeling of control being passed back and forth. He had delighted in slowly teasing me up til this moment. But now I felt as though I had control. And I was going to make him need me as much as I needed him.

  His mouth moved up to mine, kissing and then hovering inches away from me. We stared deeply into each other’s eyes. And I ground upon him, watching those eyes slowly widen as our bodies moved faster and firmer.

  His hands began to roam all over me. My own hands dug into his back. I continued to
grind against him, moaning and crying out at the movement. I was building him as well as myself; that place between my legs now slippery with my desire, lubricating and being lubricated by the hard flesh that slid upon it.

  I began to whimper as his voice rose in intensity. This was an intimate pleasure—built of a single point of contact that I’d never expected to bring us to our crests. My eyes began to glaze. His chest sucked in huge lungfuls of air. And then we both stiffened, and I cried out as I felt him swell against me, increasing the pressure between us with the force of his desire, and then spilling it up across my hips and belly.

  My legs wrapped tighter around him as the heat of his seed sent my own body into convulsions. I heard myself saying his name in between gasps for breath. My body had done this. It wasn’t the tigresses, it wasn’t an athlete’s, it was mine. We clutched each other as the thrill ran through us, and my fingers dug into his back.

  His face was still inches from mine when it was over. I drank in his deep green eyes and then closed my own, sighing a breath of contentment.

  I realized that he was gently kissing my forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling down at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

  Our mouths were still inches from each other; I reached up and gently brushed my lips against his, never losing eye contact. He smiled, and I strained, reaching up for another kiss, but he pulled back, playing with me. He took my lower lip in between his own and softly sucked on it. I moaned, long and low, as he continued his torture.

  But not for long, as the hardness began to press once more into my belly, and his kiss became more passionate. Once again my own flame was ignited by him, and my hands ran down his back and dug into his backside, pulling him closer, urging him on.

  “Please,” I whispered desperately. I pulled his mouth down to mine for another kiss that seemed to last forever. “Lesson number five.”

  He pulled me up, leading me naked and giggling to the shower outside our door. His body was perfect; and he wanted to be with me. How lucky could I get?

  Moments later we were standing under thick, billowing steam, and I was wrapped around his neck once more. My hair was plastered to my forehead, and his was too, and our kisses were slick and smooth. He pushed me up against a wet wall. I could feel him against my hip. “Lesson number five, was it?”

  I looked down his chest and wet, shining abs, and nodded.

  “What was that again?” he asked, toying with me.

  I reached down to grab his hard member. “Nothing feels as good as your cock,” I growled. I positioned him against me, then moved my hands to his firm buttocks. “…in me.” I pulled him toward me, and with a gasp felt him enter.

  I’d thought the water would make him slick, but it didn’t. I could feel every rough inch of him as he entered. It was a delicious feeling, raw and personal, and we stayed still like that for a moment, reveling in the togetherness of our bodies joined. Then he slowly pulled out, a little at a time, and pushed his way back inside. I whimpered softly.

  We found our rhythm under the falling water, and the roughness of that first thrust quickly disappeared as he worked my body. I bit into his shoulder, sucking the water from his skin, as he filled me over and over again.

  Our motions built quickly, until soon he was pushing me back hard against the slippery tiles. I wanted every part of him, every inch of him in me. My leg lifted to his hip, and I felt him go deeper. His mouth found my neck as I threw back my head in delight.

  We were a tangle of arms and legs, wrapped up in each other. I gripped his shoulders, his arms, his back, his neck—anything I could get my hands on, anything I could kiss or nibble or bite. My thighs held him tight against me. I could hear his soft grunts against the skin of my shoulder with each thrust against the tiled wall.

  Soon we were both crying out, holding onto each other, our rhythm picking up until it became a frantic dance. It ended with my eyes rolling back, and his back arching, as we trembled then gave in to waves of unearthly delight.

  When he had calmed, I fell to my knees. “Lesson number one,” I said. “Relax and enjoy.” He groaned as I took him within my mouth, sucking the moisture from him. He was soft so soon after our lovemaking—still large, but relaxed. I took the opportunity to suck slowly along his length, from bottom to top; mouth puckered as I pulled with my lips in a line up his flesh.

  When he had grown once more I stood and kissed him. He pressed against me, his lips urgent, but I pushed him back, and then turned. “Lesson 4,” I growled, breathing hard. Lesson number four was about different pleasure zones in the body. The first time, in that hot tub, he’d used his finger to pleasure me there. I’d felt dirty, and tawdry, but also freed.

  I didn’t feel dirty any more though. I was beyond that—and I didn’t need the tigress to let me do the things I wanted. He gripped my hips as I bent over, and I felt him press against my back door.

  It was me that moved now, backing onto him slowly, taking my time at this whole new level of sensation. I shivered; holding my breath, as if my body didn’t have room for air and him within me at the same time. It was tight, yes, but that just made it another level of awareness, the close packed nerve endings firing off in agonizing slowness as he pushed his way inside.

  When I could feel him deep within me, I began to move back and forth. He groaned, enjoying the same tightness I did. No. This wasn’t dirty. It was intimate. My entire body was an erogenous zone, now that we’d discovered each other.

  Pleasure began to radiate throughout my body. The shower on my back was a million tiny electrifying pulses to match those firing off inside. His hands were on my hips but one moved to my hair, curling around it to tug my head back into a kiss. I groaned into him as he moved into me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  Soon we began to get faster. I started to feel him, not just where he touched, but also in other places. In my hips, which tingled, and my fingers, which were curled against the tiles. I began to pant, and he joined me, our sounds echoing in the mist filled walls.

  He reached forward, to grab my swinging breasts. His fingers were rough upon them, urgent. He tweaked a nipple and I cried out. One of my own hands reached back to pull his hips into me faster and faster.

  Then his fingers let go of my breasts, and suddenly I felt them between my legs. And I realized there were multiple types of pleasure which he could create. I could feel him behind, penetrating deep within. But also at my front, creating eddies of delight there, too. I gasped as the sensations met between my legs, and they multiplied.

  Colors filled my eyes. My head leaned against the shower. I was his to command now, and I reveled in the feelings he generated over and over again. His breathing began to quicken, matching mine. Each thrust deep within forced a moan of pleasure from my mouth. Each circle of his hands sent delight to the furthest corners of my body.

  I began to tense, fighting to keep the wave at bay. “Jax,” I groaned. His response was a swelling inside. I could feel it, like I’d never been able to before, as he began to pulsate within. “Jax!” I cried, the sensation bringing me to my own. My whole body tightened. I wanted to curl up in a ball and be swept away, but I couldn’t, and I loved it, because I was connected to him instead. I could feel him pulse through me, joined as we’d never been before.

  When we could both move again, he withdrew slowly, then spun me to kiss me passionately. I could feel his heartbeat, pounding against my chest. Hot mist filled the room. I felt warm and safe in his arms.

  He smiled softly, and I smiled back up at him. “Methinks the teacher has just been taught,” he whispered. I stifled a giggle, then kissed him again.

  Epilogue:

  1 week later

  “Hurry up, the car is here!” I swear, that girl would be late for her own funeral. My sister had come around on a lot of things, but it seemed promptness would never be one of them.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she made her way down the stai
rs. There was a time when I would have been devastated by how beautiful she looked, in her little black dress and sling back heels. She couldn’t be more than a size two.

  But things were different now. I was happy for her, and proud. Because as a very wise man had once pointed out, it was all a matter of taste. Some liked their cake sliced a little thicker. With lots of cream cheese frosting.

  “Oh, you’re wearing that tonight,” she observed with approval in her voice. I’d pulled out the sweater dress and boots Jax had bought for me, that day he’d flown me home. “It suits you well.”

  I smiled, reminding myself that it was okay to take a compliment. I was doing a lot of work on my self-esteem, and little by little it was getting easier to appreciate myself. Jax was helping a lot with that. But Erica was helping too.

  Our time on the slopes had been a long, arduous journey—in more ways than one. But it had been worthwhile. Things had never been better between Erica and I. She was still my annoying, overbearing sister, but we understood each other. And this last week, she’d really been making an effort to change.

  We bundled up and went out to the car Jax had sent for us. He was taking us both to dinner to celebrate Erica making the Olympic team. Well that, and there was another reason for dinner too. She’d been nervous the first time she met him after ‘the incident,’ but they got along well, now. So well that Jax had had an idea about her, and I’d agreed, and we’d decided to put a plan in action tonight.

  Erica turned to me once we were settled. There was a nervous look in her eyes. “Lib, before we get to dinner, can I say something serious for a minute?”

  I looked at her, concerned. “Of course. Are you okay?”

  She nodded. “Yes. Well, no. Well, that’s what I’m trying to say.” She looked down. “Look, I know I haven’t always been the easiest to deal with…”

  “Erica,” I murmured. “You don’t need to-”

  She looked back up, cutting me off. “Let me finish—I need to say this. I know I haven’t always been the easiest to deal with, and you’ve always been there regardless. You’ve always supported me, Libby. And I wanted to say thank you.”