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man before. She could not move. When Lucas had wrapped an arm around her lower back, she closed her eyes and hoped it would last.
    It didn't. Lucas sat up quickly and had looked at her as if his eyes were kissing her. He had brushed his lips across her forehead. “You're a temptation. An angel on earth meant to torture men.” He cupped her chin and moved his mouth over hers.
    The kiss had been gentle, sweet, and as light as autumn breeze. And yet it had sent heat spiraling down the pit of her stomach. He had tantalized her with persuasion to return his kisses. She may have been inexperienced in bed, but not in kissing. When his tongue had sought entry, she opened for him. His mouth was hot and turned demanding. Together their tongues danced and mated. Cara's blood pounded in her brain, pumped her heart, and had made her woozy. Many times, she had floated in her dream with Lucas kissing her. It was good, but not like this. This time, Lucas had taken her to the bed of heaven. When his hand had touched her shoulder, her heart beat wildly. It had been the only audible sound around her.
    Lucas's hands had roamed around her body, seeking her breasts, caressing the mound and teasing her nipples. “Cara, Cara, if we don't stop now, I'll take you here on the floor. I don't care if Mom and Dad come down and see us. But I don't think you'll like that."
    She had thought about telling him she didn't care. But what would that admission make her? “No, I won't like that."
    "Look at me, Cara."
    "Next time we do this, I won't stop."
    A month ago, he had proved his word. Cara shook her head. She couldn't believe the things she'd done that night. Sitting on him and moving against his body wantonly. Now, look what happened. She'd been suffering emotionally since then.
    Cara sighed with resignation. Who was she kidding? She wanted her poles because of Lucas. She was on the damn devil slope because of him. She was miserable because of him. God, she loved Lucas with all of her freezing heart.
    The sound of Christmas music drifted in the air making her feel more pathetic than ever.
    A black handle sticking out from the ice took her attention away from the pain in her chest. It was her pole. Where could the other one be?
    She looked up the hill, hoping to spot the other one. That was when she saw a skier. So she wasn't alone then. Good . Maybe the skier could join her. The skier kicked the powdered snow. Maybe not .
    A pro, she thought. Judging the way he moved, the skier was a man. And whoever he was, he was in a mighty hurry. Powdered snow sprayed where his skis touched. When he took the jump and landed gracefully on his feet, Cara knew he didn't pick this run on a whim. His skill matched the Devil's level of difficulty. He was an expert skier. Unlike her. She should have stayed on the bunny hill.
    Cara frowned. The closer the skier got, the faster her heart beat. Finally Cara's heart made a flip. Holy Santa . It was him. The very person that drove her to take the stupid slope.
    Lucas.
    But what the heck is he doing here ?
    As soon as he stopped in front of her, Lucas removed his goggles and threw them on the snow. He removed his skis in a matter of seconds and walked toward her as if he walked on pavement even when his boots disappeared beneath the snow. He stood in front of her, his eyes devoid of mischief, laughter or admiration. His jaw muscles twitched and he breathed through his clenched teeth. Cara had never seen him look at her that way. He looked so angry she would have taken a step back if her foot wasn't sore. And then she noticed something. Something that flickered in his eyes she couldn't discern.
    "Are you okay?” he ground out the word between his teeth as he looked at her head down to her buried boots.
    "Why wouldn't I be?"
    "Cara, don't sass me. Why are you carrying your skis going back up hill?"
    "Because I don't want to leave them."
    "Leave them where you landed?"
    Cara didn't answer. He didn't have to know exactly what