Page 23 of The Christmas Playbook
I freeze. “What?”
“Get on my back, Mira. I’ll get us to the bottom.”
He taps his shoulder, and I stare at the back of him like he is insane.
“You cannot give me a piggy-back ride all the way down the slope!”
Rhys bends down so I can climb on, as if he doesn’t care about my argument. “We’ll take a break halfway. Hurry up, orwe’re going to lose, and then I’ll have to get ugly with your sister when she pokes fun at you.”
I weigh my options. Which is better? Beating Cammie or hearing my fake boyfriend put her in her place? Both are good, if you ask me.
“Mira.”
I sigh. “Fine!”
While holding my board with a tight grip, I climb onto Rhys. I wrap my legs around his waist, and I manage to trap my board between my chest and his back while securing myself around his neck.
“Good girl,” he whispers, smiling at me over his shoulder.
“I’m not a dog!” I snap.
Rhys’s shoulders shake with laughter. “My fake girlfriend doesn’t like to be called a good girl. Got it.”
My cheeks flush, and I thank my lucky stars that he can’t see them.
Before we take off down the slope, Rhys peers back at me once more. “I bet you like to be called a good girl in bed, though.”
My stomach flips, and I clamp my legs tighter around him. His rough chuckle is left behind as he takes off snowboarding with me hanging on to him for dear life.
It doesn’t take long for me to start to slip. Every couple of minutes, Rhys hoists me up higher onto his back, and I press into him in fear that I’ll fall backward and be stranded in the snow until I die of hypothermia.
Rhys tilts forward a little, and I press harder into him. He mumbles something, but I can’t hear him from the speed and wind. When I see a little clearing off to the side near a bundle of trees, I flex my hips a few times to get his attention.
He reads my sign well, heading to our break point.
As soon as he stops, I try to jump down to relieve his back, but his gloved hands hold me hostage against him.
“Don’t do that,” he warns.
I lift my goggles to get a better read on him. “Do what?”
“Hump me.”
A burst of laughter flies from my mouth. “What?”
“Just a second ago. You humped me.Twice.” Rhys’s tongue slips out of his mouth, and he wets his bottom lip.
I stare at it for a brief second before attempting to wiggle out of his grip.
Rhys flips his goggles up and then firmly places his hand back to my calf to keep me in place. “Are you trying to get fucked in the snow?”
A dirty thought enters my mind, and I’m blaming it on the sultry glint in his eye versus the amused, flirty one he’s been giving me since ending up as his roommate.
I wiggle again, trying to slide down.
Rhys’s gaze flickers with somethinghot.
This is a terrible idea.
