Callie drove her hips into his hand.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he said against her lips and Callie, who wanted to please him more than anything else in the world, felt everything inside and outside of her go perfectly still, as if the whole universe was waiting for her to explode.

Tobey’s hand stilled. He looked into her eyes. One simple word, “Now,” was all it took. She closed her eyes as the earth starting spinning fast, too fast. She came out of her body and lifted higher and higher. Everything turned red, then black, as pleasure coursed through her. And then she was kissing Tobey and he was kissing her back, their lips mating in perfect rhythm to her waves of ecstasy.

Tobey quickly stripped off his winter coat and laid it on the ground, seemingly impervious to the cold. Gently, he lowered Callie onto it. She lay back on her elbows and looked at him, excitement making her breath come out in short, quick white puffs of air.

“I wish I could take off all of your clothes and see you naked,” he said as he pulled her pants and soaked panties down far enough to spread her thighs.

“Later,” she moaned, not feeling the least bit inhibited about lying in the snow in the forest, naked from her waist to her ankles.

Tobey nodded. “Later,” he echoed as he bent his head over her mound, lapping at her sweetness with his tongue. He ran his tongue up her lips, from her anus to her clit, giving equal importance to every square inch of engorged flesh.

Callie arched up into his mouth. She felt like she could come and come and come and come and it still wouldn’t take the edge off her arousal.

Tobey slipped his tongue inside of her vagina in one firm, long stroke and then another. Callie gasped and her muscles clenched around his tongue. His thumb found her clit and he plunged his tongue in and out of her as he swirled her firm bead.

She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries muted by the thick canopy of the pine tree. Tobey replaced his tongue with two fingers and sucked her clit into his mouth, faster and faster, harder and harder. Callie writhed beneath him, her fingers tangled in his thick brown hair as she pushed his mouth harder to her. She was tumbling through space, dizzy with pleasure.

Tobey reared up over Callie, pushing her thighs open just a little more so that he could kneel between her legs. Callie opened her eyes and saw his perfect cock, so hard and pushing out from his dark pubic hair, already sheathed within a condom. She wanted to reach out her hand to stroke him, to fill her small hand with the heavy weight of his shaft, but before she could even think about taking off her gloves, he was unzipping her coat and running his hands over her turtleneck, teasing her taut peaks and plunging his hips into hers.

“Squeeze your thighs together,” he said.

Callie barely managed to obey him, she was so concentrated on the feel of Tobey over her. On her. In her. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders to pull him closer to her while she squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could.

She felt his cock growing impossibly bigger within her with every stroke and suddenly she was floating and he was coming and saying her name and she was moving with him, bucking her hips up off the blanket of his jacket, trying to get closer to him, as close as she could possibly get.

* * * * *

Afraid of crushing Callie, Tobey tried to prop his weight up on his forearms, but she was holding him so tightly to her that he decided to just let himself go.

He rolled them over slightly, so that he was cradling her in his arms, their bodies still joined together. The truth hit him like a bolt of lightning.

He was in love with her.

He had never been so sexually compatible with any woman, but it was more than just the sex that made him so positive that Callie was the one. She was funny and bright and just seeing her smile made him want to do or say something to make her smile again.

Callie’s breathing began to slow to normal and he rubbed her back, savoring the feeling of having found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He knew they needed to get back to the rink, but he didn’t want to move too fast, to fall back into real life. He slowly pulled out and zipped his pants back up.

Callie blinked and then fumbled for her snow pants. Pulling her to her feet, Tobey took care of getting her back in order within seconds.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, long and slow and sweet with all of the love he had in him. “This isn’t a one-night stand,” he said, his voice firm and tender all at the same time.

Callie smiled back at him and covered his hands with her own. “I know.”

Chapter Five

The next two weeks were the best weeks of Callie’s life. After their incredible lovemaking in the forest, they had gone back to the rink to pack up her sales table.

Much to Callie’s surprise, Tobey had insisted that they talk about their relationship. She had never met a man like him before, one who was willing to broach difficult subjects.

Every man she’d ever known before had hidden from emotions, had ignored anything that wasn’t cut and dry.

“I want to date you,” he said, and she said, “Me too.”

“I know I’m working for you,” he said, and she said, “And I’ve hired you.”

“I want to be your lover as well as your business associate,” he said, and she said,

“Thank god.”

They had both laughed and suddenly the air was clear and full of endless possibilities.

Not only was Callie constantly glowing with joy, but her business was growing by leaps and bounds as well, with a huge spike in business from Internet orders.

One night after a romantic dinner at her house where they had done more hand-holding and kissing than eating, Callie said, “You really are the Candy King, you know,” her tone teasing.

Tobey stiffened slightly at her words, but then relaxed again so quickly she was certain that she had imagined it.

“How did you know that you were so darn good at selling candy?” she asked.

Tobey kissed her on her neck, right below her ear, in just the way that was guaranteed to make her nipples hard and aching. “You don’t want to hear about my boring business,” he said, trying to coax her into another incredible sexual interlude, his palm coming to cup her between her thighs, searing her with his heat even through her jeans.

But even though Callie was already responding to his touch, her breasts heavy, her mons throbbing, Callie had had enough of his putting her off. Last night after making love in her bathtub, she had finally realized that whenever she asked him questions about his company, he deftly changed the subject. Usually by kissing or touching her, until she was naked and coming beneath him, all thoughts of business gone.