Saving Grace (Love Under the Big Sky, #2.5)(18)

He sets me on the counter, braces his hands on either side of my hips, and kisses me like a man starved. I grip his hips and hold on, riding the waves of lust that pour off of him.

Finally, he backs away, gasping, and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to turn on the shower. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

He grins wickedly, then turns away to start the water in the large glass-enclosed shower. The tile is green, the same color as his eyes.

When he’s satisfied with the temperature, he lifts me off the counter and carries me to the shower.

“I’m capable of walking. I can’t guarantee that I won’t fall on my ass, but I can walk.”

“I like carrying you,” he whispers, and presses his face to my neck before setting me on my feet. “You’re a tiny thing.”

“It’s a good thing, or it would hurt like a bitch when I fall.” I grin up at him, but sober when I see the intense look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head and reaches for a washcloth and soap. “Nothing at all. You’re just stunning in my shower. The green makes your eyes glow.”

He washes the champagne and strawberries off of my body, paying close attention to my breasts and *, and just when he’s about to wash himself, I shake my head and take the cloth from his hands.

“Oh no. My turn, handsome.”

He watches me quietly as I soap the cloth back up and run it over his chest, down his belly, and finally to his cock.

“Grace,” he warns me, but I sink to my knees and rinse him clean, then circle the tip with my tongue.

“Lean your hands on the tile and enjoy, Jacob.” He follows my direction and swears under his breath as I pump his cock slowly, steadily, and finally press my tongue to the base at the underside and lick along his thick vein to the tip. I pull him inside my mouth and sink down until I can feel him at the back of my throat, then move up and down, my lips firmly gripping him, milking him with every push and pull.

“Ah, f*ck, love,” he whispers in awe. I look up into his eyes, so full of lust and affection, and I feel him harden even more in my mouth. I begin to jack him with my hand, and just when I feel his muscles quiver, he pulls away and yanks me to my feet. “I will not come in your mouth tonight, Gracie.” He kisses me hard, shuts off the water, and reaches for a towel. He dries me quickly, then runs the same towel over his body, tosses it aside, and lifts me back into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

“More dessert?” I ask with a smile.

“Fuck no. I need to be inside you.”

“Thank God.”

He laughs as he climbs onto his wide bed with me still in his arms and covers me with his large body. “You know, I wasn’t done sucking you.”

“Is that right?” He gets a new gleam in his eyes and suddenly reverses our position, turning me around so I’m facing his feet. He pulls my hips back until I’m hovering over his face. “Well, I won’t be left out.”

I circle his cock in my hand and lean down to take him in my mouth just as he laps at my core and we both moan in delight.

“Ah, God,” I whisper and sit up for just a moment, grinding my * on his face. “I’ve never done this before.”

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 f*ck!” 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.