Guys could be such assholes, expecting women to be porn stars in the bedroom, but not giving them the kind of pleasure that would unleash them.

An image hit him, his face between her legs, his hands clamping down on her straining hips. Licking her into a climax that made her arch off the mattress and cry out.

“That lake’s the perfect size for your triathlon.”

Jerked from his dirty thoughts, he cast a glance out the window. A breeze rippled the surface of the navy blue water, the choppy waves creating white crests. He dragged a hand across the perspiration forming on his hairline.

She leaned even further, pointing to the right. “Looks like, if they ride their bikes along the highway and cut across the meadow for the run up the Bowie Pass, they’d wind up right at that lake for the swimming portion of the race.”

He and his brothers knew every inch of the property, and they’d thrown out ideas for possible courses, but she’d nailed it. Sometimes it took an outsider to see the obvious. “You’re right. I like your brain.” So much so that he’d given up the rare chance to board the glacier just for the pleasure of her company.

“Where’s the pilot dropping us off?”

Brodie leaned back, pointing to a glistening sheet of hard-packed snow on the face of the mountain. Smooth, easy. She’d do just fine.

So why did she look so disappointed? “You have something else in mind?” he asked.

A smile bloomed across her gorgeous features, and she pointed higher up the mountain.

“You think you can handle the glacier?” For a moment there, he’d forgotten she’d grown up in the Alps. He’d obviously underestimated her. “Let’s do this.”

The only reason he’d felt comfortable landing on top of the glacier was because of the way Rosie had staked out the mountain. She’d pointed out a few features, a copse of trees they needed to avoid. Clearly, she knew what she was doing.

Still, from the moment they’d jumped out of the chopper, Brodie had watched her carefully, wanting to keep her safe. Just his nature. He’d ridden this glacier about a hundred times.

But Rosie hadn’t even hesitated. And it was hard to reconcile the woman jibbing across a boulder right then with the princess he’d first met in the lobby of the hotel. She soared off the edge, tucked her board up tight and then, to his astonishment, she pulled a backside method, before landing smoothly and continuing down the mountain.

Yeah, he’d underestimated her, all right.

Just above the tree line sat a plateau large enough for a chopper to land. Theirs waited for them, its rotors glinting in the sunlight. As they neared it, he cruised over a mogul and landed on fresh powder.