Rating: M

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer of Twilight fame, owns it all, I bought some of her books and some movies, but that's all.

A/N…I want to thank my two girl crushes….. LovinRob and Amandac3…..my beta sisters. Without them none of this would be possible….no wait….that's my Oscar acceptance speech…..but I loves you both for all you do. Laters.

CHAPTER 4

Edward

I see her pull into a parking spot just as I take a sip of my coffee. I can't believe this. This is almost beyond fate or coincidence. I grab what I need for the day and fly downstairs, stop to throw my skis over my shoulder and head her way. She is wearing blue jean style powder pants that make her ass look sensational and a tan colored jacket. I like that she isn't all about that matching bull shit some girls are into. I see her get in line and hear her call out "single" and quickly do the same. Once she sees that it's me, we both start laughing at the sheer coincidence of it all.

She looks beautiful today with her hair pulled away from her face. Her cheeks are pink and glowing and she has a pretty pink tint to her lips. I really want to taste those lips.

We step back into the line together and she leans forward onto her poles over her skis, stretching her calves, and I catch her checking me out from the corner of her eye. This is nothing new to me. I have had women look at me like that since high school, but watching her look at me like that turns me on. I clear my throat, "Ahem," which startles her and her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. Clearly she is not the typical man handler type. She actually blushes. She's a good girl.

After we discuss and laugh about the absurdity of the way we met and how we continue to run into each other, I invite myself to ski with her and we decide which run we want to take first. I can't help but watch her because, frankly, I find her to be one of the most naturally beautiful women I've ever seen. I get a good look at her while she looks out over the mountains. I hear her whisper "Breathtaking" and the first thought that comes to my mind is 'you most certainly are'.

What is going on with me? This is beyond ridiculous. She is all I thought about last night and that is not like me. I can have any woman I want and frankly get annoyed at them throwing themselves at me all the time. Tanya is someone I keep around for a good fuck whenever I need it, because I don't like to pick up women as a rule. But this want and need I have for this woman is nothing like what I have felt before.

"Do you come to Squaw often?" Tell me you just didn't use a pickup line on her? That was just cheesy man. My God, what is happening to my manhood?

She tells me that she hasn't been on vacation in five years but likes to come to Squaw; that it's her favorite place to ski. With the growing history of the way we have been running into each other these past few days, I have probably seen her on the slopes and didn't even know it. What a pity. Note to self; don't sell the condo.

"How about you, you come here often, to coin a ridiculous pick up line?" She asks, grinning at me.

I feel the familiar stirrings in my stomach and know I'm going to have a serious hard on when I get off this lift. I shift in the seat, trying to adjust myself to ease some of the tension and hope my jacket covers up the obvious.

"Are you trying to pick me up, Bella?" I ask her coolly while giving her my best side glance.

"Why no, Mr. Cullen, I'm just here to ski." She says turning away from me, grinning.

She is so flirting with me using that adorable southern accent. Game on Isabella. It's show time sweetheart. Let me show you how it's done.

I feign shyness by lowering my head and picking at my gloves, "Well that's too bad, Ms. Swan." I respond in my own southern accent.

She giggles and gasps, "Edward, are you flirting with me?" She replies back in that southern belle accent she was just using. Damn! She is too cute and sexy for her own good.

I just smile at her and have to look down to avoid her gaze otherwise I am sure I would try to mount her right now, forget pleasantries. The lift approaches the drop off point and we push off and ski to the top of the run. I'm ready to take off but see her dig into her pocket. She then holds out her hand to me, offering me her Chapstick. She assured me she didn't have any cooties. I'll give you my cooties. I was grateful that she offered because I forgot mine and I really need it at these elevations. She watches me apply the Chapstick and after I hand it back to her, I about fall over when she takes it and slowly applies it to her own lips. Taking her tongue, she slowly licks her bottom lip. That has to be one of the most erotic things I have ever seen, especially when she grazed her teeth over it. She notices when my breathing changes while watching her tongue move over her lips. And in that moment, I want to take that tongue and suck it into my mouth and do very naughty things with it.

I am so fucking turned on by this woman right now that I about cream myself. Hmmm, I think it might be a good idea to put some distance between her and I because I have the biggest fucking hard on. Normally I couldn't give a shit if a woman sees my cock ready and willing, but damn, I don't want her to see that I just got hard over the use of Chapstick! Holy Shit! That has never happened before.

I turn and angle my skis downhill and yell back at her over my shoulder. "Last one to the bottom is a rotten egg!" I laugh, sounding like a fucking 10 year old.

I fly down the hill hoping I will meet up with her at the bottom. After reaching the bottom of the run, I turn to see if I can see her coming down the hill and spot her immediately. She is hitting those moguls like a pro. She is good and knows what she's doing, passing the other skiers but taking care not to bump into anyone. She's very focused and then shocks the hell out of me when I hear her scream out, "Yeah!" She's clearly enjoying herself. I really like this girl!

Once Bella reaches the bottom of the run, she digs in her edges to stop her momentum and sprays me with snow. I just smile and say, "Rotten egg!

She busts out laughing and as if that took the last bit of energy she had, she falls over. I offer her my ski pole to help pull her up off of the cold ground and she slips and falls backward again. I know right then and there that I have to have her. We are laughing at each other so hard and are both out of breath. We wait until she catches her breath enough to stand upright and then we decide which run we want to take next. We head towards the lift, making a game out of who will get there first. I was winning until she shoves me causing me to fall onto my side while she skies past me and yells back over her shoulder, "Like glue my ass, Edward!" I hear her tinkling laughter fade away while I lay in the snow fascinated with that retreating sexy ass of hers.

We wind up taking in several more runs until Bella says she is ready to stop for lunch. I don't want to risk the chance of not seeing her again so I offer to have her come to my place for lunch.

She looks at me cautiously and I sense that she isn't sure about going to a stranger's home.

"Where's your place?" She finally asks.

I angle my ski pole, pointing upward, and say "See that balcony at the top over there with the black and maroon banner? That's my place. We can walk from here." She was looking at me out the corner of her eye cautiously, "You will be perfectly safe, I promise."

She still looks unsure then laughs at me.

"What?" I ask, wondering why the hell she is laughing at me.

"Nothing, let's go taste your chowder."

When we get to the house we deposit our gear in the garage and stop inside the door to remove our ski boots. I watch her as she stands there, taking a good look around and stopping when she sees the piano. I give her credit for not asking me about it because it's something I don't want to talk about. That makes me pause and I suddenly realize that she hasn't asked me any questions about my personal life at all. She's only asked me about my likes and dislikes, travel, what I read and what kind of food I liked. She follows me to the wine cooler in the kitchen where I pull out a favorite bottle of Chardonnay and ask her if she would like a glass of wine.

"That sounds great." She says.

I select a private reserve chardonnay and notice that she is watching me while I open the bottle and tells me that Volturi wines are her favorite. It pleases me that Volturi is her favorite and I smile at her while I pour some of the wine into chilled glasses, handing one to her.

"To you, Bella. The beauty that ran me off the road." I love to watch her blush. I am curious as to whether I can bring that same blush to her cheeks while I rid her of her clothes.

Again our eyes meet over the rim of our glasses as she savors the flavor of the wine and that's when I hear her moan. Fuck, did she just moan? Is my cock getting hard again! I throw my head back and look up at the ceiling and wonder what in the hell I am doing.

Bella dishes up the chowder for us while I set the table and pull the bread out from the warm oven. We sit at the table and settle into easy conversation. I find it easy to talk to her and she seems genuinely interested in what I have to say. She asks me how often I ski at Heavenly while having my place here at Squaw. I tell her that I have my own place at Stateline as well and that the condo is for family use when they want to come up here. Man I sure would enjoy taking her skiing with me to Heavenly. I think we could have a lot of fun there, especially if we stayed at my place. Fuck, I need to get laid and fast. I can't continue to look at her, wanting to fuck the shit out of her.

"That really gives you access to just about any place you want to ski then, that's pretty convenient." She says, blowing on her soup with those luscious lips that I want to devour.

"I don't get away as much as I used to. This trip was a fluke and only because it's more of the down season for us." I quickly change the subject so we don't get into a question and answer period about my job. I really don't want to talk about work-related topics. I want to talk about her and get to know her but she's just as quiet about her life as I am about mine.

After we finish eating, I gather the dishes and place them in the sink, asking her if she is ready to go back out. We grab our boots and our gear and ski back to the lifts. We decide to take the Funnel run next, which is one of my favorites. As we ride the lift, she tells me a story about how she came to Squaw when she was a little girl to ice skate on the Olympic skating rink. While there she met a man that could skate beautifully and taught her different skating techniques. She said, to this day, that she remembered how he taught her how to skate forward and then flip around to skate backward all in one smooth movement. I enjoy listening to her as she has a beautifully sexy voice. . Plus as a perk it allows me the excuse to gaze at her gorgeous face and the way it lights up while telling her tale.

After a long hard day, we are both feeling worn out and Bella says "I think I'm done for the day, Edward. I have a date with my Jacuzzi and I don't want to keep him waiting. I just hope my body will allow me to do this again tomorrow."

Bella naked in a Jacuzzi? Oh good God! I immediately envision the feel of soft curves as she leans back against my chest. I would run my hands slowly along her inner thighs and gently spread her legs open wide for me. I would gently explore the folds of her pussy, feeling her softness there. Her body would tense as I gently circle her clit as my cock enters her, filling her until I can fill her no more. I would use my knees to open her legs wider from behind. Her head would lie on my shoulder and I would hear her breath catch as I continue to touch her clit, applying pressure and feeling her take me all the way into her and…

"Edward?" She calls out my name as I feel her tighten around me.

"Edward?" She says again.

"WHAT?" I say a little more loudly that I should.

"I think I'm heading home?" She says, looking at me strangely.

What the fuck! Did I just have a fucking fantasy right here in front of her and now she wants to leave? I need to think fast before she gets away and I have no way of contacting her.

"I was going to take a drive around the lake tomorrow to check on my place at Stateline. If you want to take a rest tomorrow, I'd like for you to join me."

I can see her process my invitation and she pauses to think about it, "I would like that. Thank you Edward" She replies with a big smile,

We work out a time that I will pick her up and she puts her contact information into my cell. Yes! I have her now. This is going to be fun.

She thanks me for hanging out with her today and for lunch. If she only knew what pleasure she gave me just being able to talk to her without the bullshit that I typically encounter with other women. She doesn't know me or anything about me so I know that she's not after my money or in search of a position to further herself. Tanya's antics quickly come to mind. I know Bella finds me attractive because I have watched her watch me all day without ogling me or becoming vocal about it. She actually blushed when I caught her and that in and of itself is refreshing. I can't slight her for that however since I've been ogling her just as well. Hell, I can't keep my eyes off of her. I am definitely attracted to her. I've really enjoyed myself today, just being me without having to put on any kind of façade. She's made me laugh, a lot, and she's competitive without needing me to let her win because she can hold her own. And she is all woman and that makes me desire her even more.

After spending a few minutes discussing our respective vacation plans, she tells me that she's here for two weeks and I tell her I am scheduled to leave on Monday. She's here for two full weeks? My mind goes to work mentally scanning my calendar. I have a couple meetings next week that I might be able to move and I make a mental note to ask Angie to do just that. I would prefer to stay here and check out a Jacuzzi or two.

After a while, she says goodbye to me and turns to walk away. Surprisingly, I get a lonely feeling inside. I don't want her to leave yet but I tell her goodnight anyway and watch her walk away. Then, she suddenly stops and turns around.

"Oh, Edward? Since I'm going to be in the car alone with you tomorrow, there's no Mrs. Cullen or a soon-to-be Mrs. Cullen that I need to be concerned about is there? I'm not good with jealous wives or girlfriends."

I stand there, quietly looking at her, knowing what I am going to do to her. I have to have her. I have to taste her. I have to. I walk to where she is standing and look into her beautiful brown eyes.

"No, Bella." I say to her, my face so close to her I can feel her sweet breath on my face. "There's no Mrs. Cullen other than my mother and there is no future Mrs. Cullen for you to be concerned about either."

I can't stop myself now. It's too late. There's this intensity between us that is bigger than the both of us. I can feel it…we can feel it and I can't help myself. I lower my mouth to hers and I am lost. Her lips are soft and so gentle and so warm. I can feel her body meld to mine as I wrap my arm around her waist and gently pull her up against me. I hear myself moan into her mouth when she wraps her hand around the back of my neck, tugging at my hair, and pulling me into her kiss. I run my tongue across her bottom lip to taste her and I come undone when I feel her tongue eagerly meet mine. Her breathing becomes shallow and I know then that she wants me as badly as I want her. I deepen the kiss and wrap my other arm around her back, pulling her closer to me if that's even possible. I am reminded that she was still holding her skis when I hear them hit the ground as she wraps her other arm around my waist holding me to her. I gently ease my cock against her so she knows what she has done to me and she whimpers into my mouth. I have to touch her, to feel her, to see if she is ready for me, I want to hear her cum for me.

I have to stop this right now otherwise I will have her right here in the parking lot. I slow our kiss and as I pull back I look into those wanting brown eyes. We are still holding each other and I don't want to let her go. My breath is ragged, hers is raspy.

"I'll see you in the morning, Bella," I whisper to her as I reluctantly release her from my arms. I turn to go home, not looking back for fear I would reach for her and take her with me.

When I make it back to my place I pour myself a Chivas and drink it in one shot as I walk onto the balcony. I see her clutching the steering wheel, her head lying on her hands. Was she as affected by that kiss as I was? I have never wanted anyone as much as I want her. I run my hand over my cock trying to relieve some of the pressure and then finally see her start her car and pull out of her parking spot. Our eyes lock when she looks up to see me standing there, watching her drive away from me.

I need to get rid of this wanting ache and determine that a shower might do the trick. As I lean against the shower wall I allow the hot water to run over my body and loosen some of the stiff muscles from the day's hard skiing. I feel the hot water roll down my body and recall how good she felt against me. The way she held me close and tight to her. How she responded when she felt me push my cock against her stomach. I lean one hand against the shower wall and stroke the length of my cock, twisting and tightening my hand. I run my thumb and finger around the head thinking about her tongue and mouth and can feel the pressure begin to build in the depths of my stomach. I stroke faster, giving in to my need of wanting to be inside her, to feel her warmth wrapped around me. I stroke even harder and faster, feeling it now. I can feel her touch me, I want her, and I cum feeling the stream shoot out with my release. I hang my head under the hot water hoping to God that will take care of my need for her at least temporarily. I lather and wash, lingering under the hot pulsating water and realize that my body still feels the need for her. I need to hold her and wrap myself around her and sleep feeling her next to me.

I am certain I will dream of her tonight.

A/N… I have vivid memories of my days skiing and skating at Squaw Valley. As a single woman skiing those slopes, I had a blast. I wish I had found my Edward there.