Confessions of a Chalet Girl: by Lorraine Wilson Page A

She welcomed him, gripping him tightly as his hands slid around to stroke between her legs. He caressed her with his fingers at the same time as he thrust rhythmically from behind, reducing her to a quivering mess. She was pliable, soft clay to his touch and at that moment she was utterly, utterly his.
    She cried out aloud, unable to stop herself as the sensations inside her mirrored what he was doing to her most sensitive flesh. An orgasm unlike any she'd had before ripped through her, leaving her breathless and shell-shocked.
    As she contracted around him he stiffened and shuddered, gasping aloud. Relief flooded her again.
    He still wants me.
    Of course he wanted her, that had kind of been obvious, hadn’t it? And yet she was still relieved. Now that he’d come inside her she felt that they were united again.
    ‘Shall we go to bed and talk some more?’ Scott picked her dress up from the floor, looking less composed, less guarded than usual. It was as though what just happened had stripped away another layer between them, lessening the need for defences.
    ‘That sounds good. Oh my God.’ She put her hand over her mouth. ‘I’ve just realised we forgot to lock the door!’ She grabbed her dress from him and tied it around her body. ‘Well I suppose we had other things on our minds.’
    ***
    Scott felt infinitely relieved. It all made sense now. Holly had explained more about her mum and how hard it’d been for her growing up and he'd understood. In fact he guessed she'd barely told him a fraction of how bad it had been. In return he’d been at pains to answer all her questions about his problems with alcohol with complete honesty.
    ‘I’m really sorry to hear about Zoe,’ Holly had wrapped her arms around him, hugging her with her body when he’d told her all the details.
    Then they'd made love again, less frantically but no less passionately.
    Now Holly showered in the ensuite while Scott tried to locate her clothing for the second time. He knew something had happened between them that would change his life.
    As he finally located her bra, her iPhone beeped on his bedside table where it lay charging. She'd insisted having it nearby as she was waiting to hear when her friend went into labour.
    ‘Can you check that for me Scott? See if it’s Steve?’ Holly called from the bathroom. ‘He said he’d text me if Pippa went into hospital,’
    Scott looked at the text message visible on her screen –
    Snagged that millionaire yet? ;-)
    A chill spread through his body and he sat down on the bed. His mind raced, then he took a deep breath and decided to think rationally. Instinct, intuition call it what you will, he'd decided it was time to start trusting it. After all if he’d trusted it in the beginning he could have saved them both a lot of hassle.
    He knew Holly wasn’t a gold digger. He knew it as certainly as he could categorically state the opposite was true about Magda.
    This text was nothing more than a joke, nothing to get worked up about.
    If Holly had taught him anything it was to be a little less quick to judge, to go with his heart and his gut more. Life wasn’t black and white. No one was infallible, himself included.
    ‘Well, what does it say?’ She popped her head around the door from the ensuite into the bedroom.
    ‘It says ‘snagged that millionaire yet?’ Winky face.’ He raised an ironic eyebrow and winked to illustrate the point.
    Holly burst out laughing, ‘God, she’s obsessed. That’s terrible! And the funny thing is she’s with a penniless apprentice and very happy too. You’d think she’d stop trying to sort my life out.’
    Her open manner made him very glad he hadn’t accused her of anything. The old Scott would probably have gone away and brooded over it.
    ‘Have you found my knickers yet?’ She disappeared back into the ensuite. ‘You still haven't given me back the pair you took on New Year's Eve!’
    ‘So, you’ve uncovered my master plan to have you chained