He growls and gently pushes me back down, his hand planted on the center of my back, and I continue sucking him with a vengeance, pumping him with my hand and working him with my mouth. He inserts a finger inside me and I simply can’t take it anymore. I come hard, whimpering and panting. I reach over to his nightstand and pluck up one of the condoms he has set out, rip it open with my teeth, and sheathe him in it before crawling down his torso, and with my back still to him, sink down over him.
“That’s right, love. Ride me. God, look at your ass.” He cups my hips in his hands and guides me up and down. “You’re bloody beautiful, Grace.”
I brace my hands on his thighs and ride him hard, as though I’m chasing something that’s just out of my reach. Finally, I circle my clit with my fingertip and feel the tremors move through me as I bear down and clench him hard.
“Yes, come, Grace. Oh fuck!” He pushes hard up into me, lifting me up off my knees as he succumbs to his own release. I brace my hands on the bed between his legs and try to catch my breath, then shake my head and laugh.
“Holy shit.” Jacob lifts me off of him, and rolls me to the side so he can tuck me against him. He kisses my cheek, my neck and settles his lips against my ear.
“I’ll be right back.”
He moves from the bed and I can hear him in the bathroom, water running, toilet flushing. When he returns he scoops me back into his embrace and tucks me close to him. “Take a nap, darling. It’s going to be a long night.”
And a long night it was. I can’t believe I’m awake. Jacob fell back asleep about an hour ago after our last bout of vigorous sex. That man is a machine. I’ve lost count of how many times he woke me up, with either his tongue or his cock pressed to my core.
Not a bad way to wake up.
I’m leaving him today, going back to the real world. I know that I live only twenty minutes away, but it may as well be a world away. He’s a billionaire who owns a freaking ski resort. I’m a schoolteacher.
I’m not foolish enough to think that those two worlds can blend.
I manage to slide out of his embrace, pack my bag, and use the bathroom without waking him. I stand at the side of the bed and take him in, his gorgeous, messy blond hair with coppery streaks, his square jaw with that amazing stubble that feels great on the inside of my thighs. And his muscular body, naked from the waist up, the sheet covering his lower body.
I wish I could hear him call me darling or love one more time, or tease him by spewing out a bad imitation of an accent, but it’s better if I just go and avoid the whole awkward good-bye thing.
I tiptoe to the dining room and find a piece of paper and a pen and jot a quick note, dropping my purse to the floor with a loud clunk. I still and listen, my lip clenched to my teeth, praying I didn’t wake him.
I’m so fucking clumsy! Not hearing any rustling noises from the bedroom, I turn to the pen and paper and try to think about what I’m going to say.
Jacob,
Thank you for everything this weekend. It’s been an experience I’ll never forget. I can now cross have a hot affair with a sexy ski instructor off my bucket list.
Best wishes,
Grace
“What are you doing?” I whirl at the sound of his voice and cringe inwardly.
“I was just going to leave.”
He cocks a sleepy brow and shuffles to me, takes the note out of my fingers and reads it, his eyes hardening as he raises them back to me.
“Is that what it was, Grace? A hot affair to cross off your bucket list?” His voice is soft and raspy from sleep, but his eyes are narrowed on mine.
No! That’s not all it is! I want to yell those words at him, launch myself in his arms and ask him if I can stay another night, or if we can continue seeing each other after this weekend, but I know that’s ridiculous.
“I had a lovely time,” I reply, and lift my chin. “But I really should get home and start preparing for my classes tomorrow. I have work to do.”
“Of course.” He pushes his hand through his hair in agitation. God, just leave, Grace! Why did he have to wake up and make it so damn uncomfortable?
“Can I talk you into breakfast at least?” He’s polite again, and is careful not to touch me, and I feel more foolish by the minute.
“Oh, no, thank you. You’ve been more than generous.” I hope the smile I give him looks more genuine than it feels as I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek. “Take care, Jacob.”
He brushes his knuckles down my face and smiles softly. “You, as well, Grace.”
I grab my bags and hurry out of his room and down to the lobby, praying that I’m able to keep the tears at bay until I’m on my way back home.
The valet is quick to fetch my car, as there aren’t many customers at barely six o’clock in the morning, and I make my way down the mountain, wondering if I did the right thing. Should I have stayed for breakfast?
No, that would have just been awkward. I can’t have him thinking I’m getting attached and making assumptions. It was just a weekend fling, after all. There were certainly no promises made from either of us that we’d continue seeing each other after last night.
So why does it feel like my heart is being torn out of my chest?
chapter 9
~ JACOB ~
Three fucking days. She’s been gone for three days and I’m moping around like a lost puppy.