6. Hans

6

HANS

I can’t stand the sight of Allie in a wedding dress, but when she comes out in the clothes I’ve given her to change into, I have to grab the kitchen counter to steady myself.

My checkered shirt hangs on her like an oversized blanket, but she somehow manages to look sexy. Her hair is perfectly coifed curls over the flannel in contrast with the casual look.

She’s got my grey sweatpants on, and they must be bunched up at the waist because they’re baggy on her, making her thick legs seem longer. She’s got them tucked into the thick wooden socks I’ve given her and it should look ridiculous, but seeing her in my clothes is confirming every dirty thought I’ve ever had about her.

I want to rip my clothes off her and take her harshly right here on the floor until she screams my name.

Her skin is brushing against my clothing, her pussy rubbing up against the crotch of my sweatpants, leaving her scent on them. I’ll never wash the clothes again, and I’ll probably go to sleep tonight cradling them in my lonely bed, because that’s the kind of sad fucker I am.

There’s no point in denying it. I’m crazy about this woman. Even if she doesn’t think I’m worth the time of day.

“The snow’s started to fall.”

I nod toward the window, determined not to let her see the effect she’s having on me. But my voice comes out croaky. I take a sip of coffee, trying to soothe my parched throat.

Allie goes over to the window, and my gaze follows her ass. Her hips sway as she walks, and all I can think about is the fabric rubbing up against her pussy and if she took the white tights and garters off.

My dick lengthens and I adjust myself and move to the fire, sitting down on the rug before she clocks my hard-on.

When she turns back from looking at the snow, I’ve got Jenga set up.

“It’s really coming down.”

She sounds worried, and I don’t blame her. Visibility is low, and even though it’s the middle of the day, the light out there feels like dusk.

“Come on,” I say reassuringly. “Ready to get beaten?”

Allie smiles and comes and sits opposite me on the rug. She cradles her mug in her hands, and with the fire crackling behind her, it lights up her eyes and makes her features soft.

I look away, because she’s too damn hard to look at. I’ll get lost in her if I look too long.

“There is no way quantize is a word.”

Allie nods emphatically. “It is. It means to apply quantum theory to.”

I stare at the Scrabble board, and my three and four letter words compared to Allie’s six, seven, and eight letter words. I kicked her butt at Battleship and Jenga, but she’s kicking mine in Scrabble.

“You’re making that up.”

“I’m not. Look it up.”

She giggles, and that makes me smile. I’ve smiled a lot in the last few hours. Hanging out with Allie makes me feel lighter, happier than I have in a long time. But I’m not going to let her cheat in Scrabble.

“Pass me my phone.”

She grabs my phone from the couch, and I sit up on my haunches to get it. As she hands it over our fingers touch, and a warm jolt bolts up my arm. My gaze jerks to hers, and she’s staring at me like she felt it too.

We’re inches apart, so close I can smell her sticky lipstick and see the faint line around her lips where her makeup is starting to fade. Her eyes widen, and her lips part. Her plump lips that taste like cherries.

Lips that aren’t for the likes of me.

I snatch the phone and get busy looking up quantize.

“Damn.”

I throw the phone on the rug in defeat, and Allie does a little victory shuffle.

“That’s eighty-six points. Which leaves me with…” She studies the score sheet, counting up the tally. Her hair falls over her face, and I can’t resist touching it.

She stills as I tuck the wayward strand behind her ear. “Your do’s starting to crumble.”

She tilts her head back to look at me. “Is it too much for game night?”

I chuckle. “We’re usually more causal here in the mountains.”

“Casual sounds good,” she says wistfully.

An image pops into my head of Allie here permanently. Nights by the fire playing games and hanging out. Allie wearing my clothes, her belly round with my baby.

I get up quickly. No use having fantasies about something that will never be.

“I’m going to check the storm.”

When I pull the curtain back, it’s not looking any better than it was two hours ago. In fact, it’s worse. Snow has piled up under the window frame, and I can’t see the other cabins in the staff quarters. We haven’t had a storm this bad since I can remember.

I make a quick call to the office and manage to catch Axel. He owns the resort, and if he’s on the end of the phone line then it’s not good.

He confirms what I thought, that the storm is worse than predicted. He’s advised all guests to stay in their cabins. A skeleton crew is working the kitchens to provide food at the lodge, and he’ll personally deliver supplies to anyone who needs them.

“You need me to help?” I offer.

“No. Stay where you are. I’ve got enough help here, and I don’t want anyone else going out in this weather. It’s lucky that bride didn’t show, or we’d have had to cancel the wedding anyway. Too dangerous.”

“Lucky,” I mutter.

I get off the phone with Axel and prepare to tell Allie the bad news. But when I turn to her she’s setting up the Scrabble board again, not like a woman who’s desperate to get back to her fiancé.

“The storm’s getting worse.” She glances up at me. “I can’t get you back today, Allie. You’ll have to stay here for the night.”

Excitement flickers across her face, but it’s gone so quickly I must have imagined it.

“Does that mean we’re snowed in?”

“Yup.” I’m snowed in with the woman of my dreams, who’s completely out of bounds. It’s exquisite torture, and I don’t know how I’ll make it through the night without kissing Allie.