Free Fall by Jill Shalvis Read Free Book Online Page B

hell.
    She stepped off the covered deck into the lightly falling snow, then turned toward him, opening her mouth to catch a snowflake on her tongue.
    A tongue he suddenly, desperately, wanted in his mouth. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” He moved off the deck to stand next to her. They were alone, and because of it, he stepped even closer.
    â€œWhat are you going to do if I am?” she asked in a daring voice as she caught yet another snowflake on her tongue. “Kiss it better?”
    â€œMaybe.”
    â€œI dare you.”
    Without hesitation, he hauled her up against him to do just that and covered her mouth with his.
    Her surprised murmur filled his head, along with the ensuing heat when the kiss went instantly hot and sweet all at once, sending hunger and desire skittering through his veins. He rocked against her, and with another surprised murmur, she opened her mouth to his, clutching him close.
    Close was good, even if they were separated by clothing and gear. The material was designed to insulate, but none of it was a match for the heat that zapped between them. The pressure of her body, the glide of her tongue with his, gave him a glimpse of both heaven and hell. Heaven because he couldn’t remember a better kiss than this, hell because he wasn’t going to get much more, not out here in the open as they were.
    But God, she fit against him so absolutely, as if she’d been made for him, and he fisted his hand on her jacket, low at her spine, rather than explore her curves and heat in public. After one more slow exploration of her delicious mouth, he forced himself to pull back, letting out a groan when her lips clung to his before letting go with a little suction sound that made him even harder.
    Mouth still wet, she stared up at him, her eyes soft and aroused and touchingly unsure, as if she, too,knew that this was different—and far more terrifying because of it. Then the expression was gone and her cocky grin flashed. “Thanks for the help today, ace. It’s always nice to work with another adrenaline junkie. You ever want to change locations, you’re hired.”
    His heart was still threatening to burst out of his chest but he managed to answer. “I’m not an adrenaline junkie.”
    That made her laugh. “Anyone who willingly throws himself into a situation like you have—twice—is an adrenaline junkie.” She smoothed her fingers over his jaw with a smile. “Don’t look so unsettled. You should know, we can’t help ourselves.” Leaning in, she bit his lower lip. “I gotta go.”
    The snow felt cold on his hot skin. “Your knee—”
    â€œFeels better already. Have fun tonight.”
    And then she was gone.
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    L OGAN SKIED HARD THE NEXT day, wanting to clear his mind. The day before had been interesting, educational and, to say the least, intriguing, and he had a whole new appreciation for what someone like Lily did for a living.
    He also had a whole new appreciation for the woman herself. Curvy, small as hell and with guts to boot—he couldn’t get her out of his mind. The wild kiss hadn’t helped. She’d thrown herself into that, too, as she apparently threw herself into everything.
    Did she have any idea how incredibly arousing that was? Since he hadn’t seen her once since, he had no idea but he suspected she’d felt it, as well, and hadbacked away from both that and him. He didn’t miss the irony of that—a woman unnerved by nothing being unnerved by his kiss.
    By the time late afternoon settled in, it looked more like twilight, with the sun behind the clouds. Snow drifted down, reflecting off the already white mountain. Around him the landscape took on a surreal feeling, almost as if he was standing on a movie set where everything had been painted white, with low lights added to make it all glow. It was also incredibly quiet, eerily so, because the snow hit