“No, it’s not. My God. I’m so embarrassed,” she cried, turning, and running back out into the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
I stood there for a few moments, my hard cock in my hand, gripping it as it throbbed. I blew out a breath and turned the water back on, climbing back in under the cold water, and chuckled to myself. Her cheeks were so red, and she’d left so fast that I’d barely had enough time to say anything.
I stepped out of the bathroom half an hour later, dressed in jeans and a sweater. My eyes instantly landed on Tess. She stood before me in a gorgeous red dress, similar to the one she had on the night before, yet all I could picture was her standing before me in the matching red-and-black bra and panty set, she'd had on.
"Maddox, I'm so sorry," she said instantly. "I really thought you were still in the shower. I never would have come in knowing you..." Her cheeks flamed red again.
"It's fine, Tess. I don't think I have anything you haven't seen before." I winked, trying to take a bit of tension out of the room.
I adored how quickly she hid her eyes from me, her cheeks still red with embarrassment.
"Like I said, I'm sorry. I’m never going to be able to look at you again."
I chuckled. "Of course you will, it's fine," I repeated, moving over to her and tapping her nose with my forefinger, trying to make her feel at ease. "Now let's head out, shall we."
She dropped her hands and looked up at me.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I said in a low voice, studying her eyes.
She shook her head. “No,” she murmured and reached for the red shawl that lay on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
I grabbed my jacket and held the door open for her. We walked in silence down the hall to the elevator. When we hit the lobby, I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her out into the street, and grabbed a cab.
The restaurant wasn't that far from the hotel, and we were there rather quickly. We sat in the front window looking out onto the softly lit side street, looking over our menus in silence.
I couldn't help but occasionally glance up. She sat across from me, biting her thumb innocently as she looked over the menu. I couldn't stop my mind from drifting to her standing in that bathroom, her full breasts spilling over the top of her bra. She looked good enough to eat for dinner, and the longer I watched her, the more I could feel myself growing aroused at the thought.
She glanced up and caught me watching her. "What is it?" she questioned, closing the menu and looking out at the lightly snow-covered street.
"Know what you're having?" I asked.
"The chicken. What about you?"
"The same. Thought we would start off with a charcuterie board, or perhaps the olive tapenade."
"Either would be fine with me, so your choice."
"All right then."
"And wine," we both said in unison as we looked across at one another. There was definitely a tension between us that hadn’t been there before.
Once the food had been delivered and the wine had started flowing, the tension dropped between us, the conversation never stopping. She told me all about her day shopping, the things she had seen and some things she had purchased. I shared with her all about my day, told her about the ski shop I had found. The more I talked about it, I was sure I almost had her convinced to take lessons once we got to the skiing part of our trip.
She sat across from me, running her fingers around the rim of her wine glass, her eyes glued to mine as I spoke. Yet when I brought up the offer of teaching her to ski again, she shook her head no.
"Seriously, I'm a disaster on two feet. I don't want to end up in a body cast." She laughed as she took the last sip of her wine.
My eyes ran from her eyes to her lips and back again. "Do you honestly think I'd let that happen?" I questioned as I slipped my credit card into the billfold.
“What are you doing?” she asked, reaching for the billfold I’d placed on the edge of the table.
“Uh, what does it look like?” I said, picking it back up and handing it to the server who’d appeared at the perfect time.
"Maddox, you're not paying for dinner!" she exclaimed quietly, leaning forward in her seat.
"Oh but I am. She already took my card.” I laughed. “Now, seriously, do you really think I would let you get hurt out on the hills?" I questioned.
She shook her head, looking rather bothered at the fact that I insisted on paying for dinner. “No, I know you wouldn’t,” she answered as I filled her glass with the last of the wine.
“Then what is the problem?” I asked, picking up my empty glass and holding it up in a mock cheer, smiling at her.
We stepped out onto the sidewalk, and I went to hail a cab, but Tess grabbed my arm, stopping me. "How about we walk back?"
Snow was gently falling from the sky, then I looked over at her, down to her heels, and shook my head. “Tess, you aren’t exactly dressed for an evening stroll in the cold and snow."
"I'll be fine. I had all that wine. Plus, it's so pretty with the snow falling," she said, holding her hand up to catch the falling flakes. “Please?”
"It is beautiful," I said, complimenting her more than our surroundings. "I guess we can walk back. Just be careful okay," I said quietly, looking around at the empty street, testing the sidewalks to see if they were slippery.
“I will be.”
We'd taken a couple of steps when Tess stepped on a patch of ice and went flying. I scrambled to catch her before she went down, and wrapped my arms around her waist just in time. She let out a scream followed by a laugh. "Stupid ice," she muttered.
"Are you okay?" I asked, standing her up and steadying her.
"Yeah, I'm good. Now you don’t have to wonder why I won’t ski.”
“Yeah, but I caught you, didn’t I.”
“You did, so I guess you were right. You probably wouldn't let anything happen to me on that hill." She laughed.
"I told you," I answered, winking at her, making sure she was steady on her feet before releasing my grip on her.
She was just about to take a step forward when I held my arm out for her to take, which she wrapped hers through and held onto. Words seemed to stop flowing as we walked through the streets. We'd only gotten to the end of the block when I felt her shiver against me.
"Here," I said, stopping, removing my jacket.
"No, you need that. Don't be silly. I'm fine. I just need to adjust my shall." I watched as she pulled it around herself a little tighter.
"That flimsy thing? Tess, I'm fine," I insisted, holding the jacket open, waiting for her to slide into it as she shivered again.
She looked up at me but didn't argue. She rubbed her arms before sliding one arm and then the next into my coat, wrapping it around her. Then she slid her arm through mine and we continued our walk back to the hotel. She surprised me when she rested her head against my shoulder as we walked. If I were being honest with myself, I didn’t want the night to end, and it didn’t seem to take long and we were walking into the lobby of our hotel. "Did you want any more wine?" I asked before we approached the elevator.