Walk with Me (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) by Kaitlyn Stone Page B

and salsa and fresh fallen snow. The coldness no longer bites at my face. I’m warm everywhere and I may have to peel these damn layers off again if we stay here. “We better get to the condo before the snow really starts coming down,” he says like he’s reading my mind. “But this should make for some nice powder for the runs tomorrow.”
    The condo complex is huge, and reminds me of the condos in the Marina. We gather our bags with the snacks and drinks we picked up at the store and walk to our unit. On our way up the path, Donovan points out a covered hot tub. “We can go in tonight if you want. It really feels good after skiing all day, but it’s a nice night to watch the falling snow sitting in a hundred-and-four-degree hot tub.”
    “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.” I frown.
    “Bathing suits optional,” he teases with a wicked glint in his eyes, but reading my expression, he speaks before I can say anything. “I’m just kidding. You can go in your bra and underwear if you want. I won’t look.”
    I do have a pair of black panties and bra. They could pass for a bathing suit in the dark, and I don’t think they’d be see-through if they got wet. “Okay. Sounds like fun. Do you want to go as soon as we put the food away?”
    “Um, yeah,” Donovan stutters, before regaining his composure. “I want to start a fire first, though, before we go out.”
    The condo has two bedrooms on the main floor with a shared bathroom and a loft with a king-size bed. The living room is small with an open kitchen and attached dining area. The furnishings are new in style, in browns and tans, and everything is clean. I’m impressed. This place is nice. Donovan gets to work on building the fire and I unpack my bag, looking for my “bathing suit.”
    When I come out the fire is blazing, and the temperature difference in the room is noticeable. “We’re going to lose a lot of heat to the high ceilings because of the loft, so I’ll need to get a good start on the fire if I want to keep it going.” Donovan puts the screen back into place. “You still want to go to the hot tub?”
    “Yeah, I want to go, but what should I wear to and from so I don’t freeze to death?”
    “We’ll just take a couple towels each. It’s going to be cold going, but coming back we shouldn’t feel it too much. And it’s only a few yards away.” Donovan rises from the floor and steps up to me, placing both hands on my hips. “Now let’s go make some Kenna Sloane stew,” he says. It makes me giggle.
    Running to the hot tub, I regret not wearing my shoes, because my feet are probably going to turn black from frostbite. Donovan walks over to the wall and turns the dial, starting the bubbles to flow. He throws the towel off his shoulders, and unwraps the second towel from around his waist. His body is rock solid. Six-pack abs, broad hard shoulders and bulging biceps, and that butt, so hard and round. I just want to reach out and goose him. That is, after I run my tongue up and down the ripples on his stomach. What am I thinking? I need to get my head out of the gutter if I’m going to stick to my no-sex-on-this-trip plan. What is it about him that makes my mind immediately go there?
    Donovan steps in and turns to me, prompting me with his index finger into the hot tub. I twirl my finger in the air, instructing him to turn around. Throwing my towels off, I quickly step into the hot tub and sink down to my neck. I exhale from the relief to my feet and welcome the hot water washing away the worries of the day.
    “This is nice.” Donovan wades in the water toward me, dropping to his knees. He has a slightly devilish look in his eyes and a matching grin, which makes me a little nervous but also excited. He brings his hands to my face and pulls me in for a kiss. “Now, let’s see how Kenna stew is starting to taste,” he murmurs against my lips.
    My chuckles turn to serious heat and passion as I kiss him back. With all the talking on the