Chapter 10
I climb into bed and Teddy kicks off his shoes and then gets in beside me.
Rolling to my side, I fist his shirt and move closer. He might have been hesitant about following me in here, but there is absolutely nothing tentative about the way he kisses me.
It’s a high so far beyond alcohol or the one-time Stella convinced me to try an edible. Kissing Teddy is like being on the spinning teacups while drunk and laughing hysterically.
We kiss until my lips hurt. My cheeks hurt too, from smiling. I’m giddy.
Lying on our sides, we stare at each other. Teddy’s hand rests on my hip, and he traces little circles with his thumb. I’m playing with the strings on his hoodie, wrapping them around my fingers and occasionally using them as leverage to pull him closer for more kisses.
“You have a devious glint in your eye. What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“You. Me. How we spent the past hour sucking face. I still can’t believe it’s really happening.” I lean forward and kiss him again. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Me too.”
“You have not.”
“I swear it. Ever since last year. You came downstairs on Christmas Eve wearing your little reindeer onesie. I was feeling sorry for myself, missing my family, thinking about my mom, and you just sat and talked with me. I don’t even remember what about.”
“Reindeer names.”
“What?”
“You called me Rudolph and I said I didn’t have a red nose, so we went through Santa’s other reindeer’s names, but you said none of those fit, so we tried to come up with others.
” I’m certain my face is red with embarrassment.
I’d forgotten about that conversation. “You make me nervous and I say the dumbest things.”
“It wasn’t dumb. You were cute. I love listening to you talk.”
I shake my head in disbelief.
“I thought you were cute before then, but Felix is your brother, so I did my best not to think of you as anything but a friend. But that night, you were there for me in a way no one had been in a long time.”
“What do you mean? I see girls hitting on you all the time.”
“Yeah, sure, but they don’t know me. Or even want to. Their intentions are shallow and I’m not into that.” One shoulder lifts in a small shrug. “After my mom died, I don’t know, I have a lower tolerance for superficial relationships, I guess.”
“I’m sorry you lost her so young.”
He nods. “Me too. I hate it more for my brother. He hardly remembers her.”
“Will you tell me about her?”
“What do you want to know?”
I move closer. “Everything.”
His lips slant over mine in a quick kiss and then he does.
Teddy and I stay up talking most of the night. About his mom, his dad and brother, about football. He asks me stuff too, about being a twin, about my first semester at Valley. I don’t think I’ve stayed up all night talking to anyone else this way, except Stella.
We leave the bedroom door open so that some of the warmth from the fire seeps in. Even so, we really do need to snuggle for warmth.
When I wake up, Teddy is on his back, and I’m curled up on my side with my head on his shoulder. I glance up and see his eyes open.
“Morning.” His voice is deep and rough with sleep.
“Hi.”
“Power came back on.”
I sit up and look out the window. The sun is shining, and the house is warm. “Have you heard from Felix?”
“They’re on their way back.”
Something like disappointment washes over me. Teddy must read my expression because he says, “Come here.”
I drop onto his chest, and he kisses me, slow and tender at first, but we both know our time alone together is limited and each kiss grows more frantic. He’s hard beneath me and my body trembles with every brush of him against my core.
He has a tight grip on my hips and starts to move me over his length, as he thrusts up to provide more friction.
I briefly wish there were fewer clothes between us, but honestly, the way my body soars, it’d probably be over far sooner than I want if we were naked.
When his hands finally move, it’s under my sweatshirt to cup my breasts. He groans. “So perfect.”
He lifts up to press kisses to the top of my cleavage over my bra, then falls back and presses harder into me.
“Do you want to take these off?” I hook a finger in the waistband of his sweatpants.
“No time for that.”
I stop, thinking he means there’s no time to keep going, but he reclaims control of my body, placing those big hands on either hip, doing the work for me. I’m feverish with need as my orgasm hangs just beyond my grasp.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. A word I never imagined Teddy using for me. It does the trick, sending me over the edge in a swirl of emotional and physical climax.
As the last of my orgasm falls away, Teddy’s hands still on my hips.
“Wha—” Before I can finish the sentence, I hear a car door shut outside.
I scramble off Teddy. He’s slower to get up but swings his legs over the side of the bed and runs a hand over his bedhead.
My gaze goes to the massive erection tenting his sweatpants. “How are you going to hide that?”
“Shower.” He winks and then disappears. The water comes on a second later. I adjust my clothes and finger-comb my hair. I’m rushing into the living room as they enter the house.
Stella gives me a knowing smirk, Emmett nods and heads straight for the fridge, Lucas plops down on the couch, but Felix comes up short and his gaze narrows. “Hey. What’s up? You look weird.”
Your best friend just gave me the best orgasm of my life, fully clothed at that. Obviously, I don’t say that. Instead, I stick my tongue out at him. “You look weird.”
“Long drive.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Roads are still pretty icy close to the cabin. What time did the power come back on last night?”
“Uhhh . . .”
“And where’s Teddy?” He looks around.
“Shower.” Probably taking care of himself. My face is so hot. I duck my head and pick up the mess from last night in the living room while Felix heads toward his room.
“Wait,” I call at the last second, remembering my stuff is in there. “I left a few things.”
I rush past him and get my comforter and pillow. Both smell faintly of Teddy and I breathe him in.
“Gross.” Felix scrunches up his nose. “You slept in my bed.”
I roll my eyes. “The other room was freezing without the heat on.”
“Why is Teddy’s shirt in here?” He picks it up from the end of the bed, where one of us tossed it mid-makeout.
“I don’t know.” The words come out squeaky and defensive. “He must have taken it off before he got in the shower.”
Felix stares at me a beat before he says, “Okay. I’m going to change and then let’s go check out the slopes.” He waggles his brows. “Fresh powder.”