“Fuck,” I whisper. I can’t find my words.
“I love hearing those dirty words come from your gorgeous mouth.” He pulls back, pauses, and then thrusts home again. “Ah, bloody fucking hell, I won’t last long. You’re incredible.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight as he begins to move in earnest, rocking in and out of me, panting. I reach between us and circle my clit with my finger and his eyes dilate further.
“Yes, fucking touch yourself. Just like that. Ah, God, that looks amazing.”
He watches as I reach down farther and press my fingertips to the base of his cock, rubbing it as it moves in and out of me.
“Oh fuck, Gracie.” I tremble and clench around him at the sound of my name. “God, look at you. You’re going to come again. Your body is flushing again.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine then whispers. “Let go with me, love.”
I grip him hard and shiver as the orgasm rips through me. He groans as he follows me over, rocking his hips against mine, riding out his own release until finally he collapses, but manages to roll us, reversing our positions.
“Holy shit,” he whispers and presses his lips to my temple. “You are simply brilliant.”
“I am simply spent,” I reply with a chuckle. “You wore me out today.”
“Tomorrow is going to be more of the same, so get some sleep.” He hugs me to him and buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“This amazing gift. You are a rare woman, Grace.” He kisses my head and glides his hand down my back to my ass. “Sleep now, love.”
chapter 6
~ JACOB ~
The world is still dark as I slowly drift awake and feel Grace’s warm body snuggled close to my side. Her leg is draped over my thigh, her arm over my belly, and her head rests on my chest.
I can’t remember the last time I woke with a woman in my arms. I never spend the night. It suggests an intimacy that I’ve just never felt.
Until Grace.
I kiss her forehead and roll her onto her back, gently untangle myself from her, and pull on my clothes. Just as I step into my shoes, Grace stirs and frowns up at me.
“Making a hasty retreat?” She yawns and searches for the clock.
“No, darling.” I crawl back onto the bed and pull her into my lap, hugging her close. “I have some things to see to this morning. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“It’s okay.” She buries her face in my neck and sighs, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s about to fall right back to sleep.
“Go back to bed, love. I’ll have breakfast sent up in about an hour.”
“Will you be joining me?” Her voice is soft, maybe a bit hesitant. I hug her more tightly and tip her face back with my finger.
“No, but I’ll see you at our lesson at ten.”
“Oh, you don’t have to keep teaching me, I’ll be fine with a real instructor.”
“I am a real instructor, and I’ll be in charge of your lessons.” I kiss her chastely and my groin stirs at the feel of her small body pressed against me. “I can’t wait to spend the day with you.”
“Okay, have a good morning.”
Her eyes are drifting closed again, making me grin. She’s clearly not a morning person.
I lower her back to the bed, tuck her in, and leave her.
I do have things to handle this morning, but I also need a couple of hours to clear my head. To think. And the best place for that is on the hill.
I return to my room and change into ski gear, grab my equipment, and head out. The lift operator is just settling into his position and waves as I approach.
“Good timing,” he calls out.
“So it seems,” I reply with a nod, and hop onto a chair as he starts the lift. I ride all the way to the summit of the mountain, watching in awe as the world comes to life. It’s overcast, but not snowing yet, and the rising sun casts everything in a gray glow.
There is fresh powder on the earth, covering the trees. The snow ghosts that my lodge is named for cover the ground, the trees are so blanketed in the snow that the green no longer peeks through, hence the name.
It never fails to take my breath away.
As the lift approaches the top, I jump off, secure my goggles, and take in the view. The valley stretches before me, and the clouds are up high enough that I can see Cunningham Falls below, the lake, and to my left, the peaks of Glacier National Park.
There is a serenity up here in the stillness that I’ve never found anywhere else, no matter what mountain I was on in Europe. When I came up here for the first time, took in this view, I knew this was where I was meant to be.
And now it has brought me to Grace.