“Oh, God,” I whisper, as the base of my spine tingles, my legs begin to shake, and I feel the orgasm work up and through me. I clench his hair in my hands as I pant and tremble, grinding my pussy against his magical mouth.

Jacob kisses my inner thighs and slowly pulls his thick finger out of me, then sticks it in his mouth and licks it clean.

Holy fucking shit.

He kisses his way up my body, exploring my navel, my ribs, and each breast before dragging his nose up my neck and kissing me softly, thoroughly.

He cups my head in his hands and massages my scalp firmly with his strong fingertips. Dear God, if he’ll just keep doing that for about three months I’ll be his sex slave for life.

“You are so beautiful, Grace,” he whispers against my lips. He’s still fully dressed, his hips are pressed to mine, and I can feel his erection pressed against me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I reply, and push his shirt off his shoulders. He grins and stands at the side of the bed, shucks out of his clothes, leaving his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs on. He lifts me effortlessly off the bed, pulls the covers back, and settles us both inside the bed, my back to his front.

And now I’m completely fucking confused.

What the hell?

My head is lying on his bicep. He has his arm curled up so he can brush his fingers through my hair soothingly, and his free hand is on my belly, his fingertips thrumming up and down my stomach, my ribs, grazing my breast, but he never goes near the goods.

His erection is pressing against the small of my back, for fuck’s sake. I know he’s turned on.

Deciding to take matters in my own hands, so to speak, I lay my hand over his and guide him farther south. His middle finger barely grazes over my clit and his breath hitches in my ear at the contact.

“Grace, you’re making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman.”

I wiggle my ass against his cock and bite my lip when his finger again grazes my sweet spot.

“I thought I made it quite clear that I didn’t want you to be a gentleman.”

He lets out a low growl and I’m suddenly under him, my legs hitched up around his hips and his cock, still covered in his Calvin Kleins, nestled against my core.

“I need you to be very sure, love.”

“I’m so sure, babe.” I let my fingers glide down his back to his ass and back up again, then sink them in his soft hair. He rests his forehead against mine and takes a long deep breath.

I drag one hand around his waist and between our bodies, caressing his pecs, his amazingly defined abs, and just as I’m making the journey down that trail of hair that leads to his goods, he grasps my wrist and pulls it to his mouth, plants a kiss on my palm before pinning it over my head.

“If you touch me right now, I will explode, my darling.” He kisses me once, twice, then drags his lips down my jaw to my neck and bites me there before kissing it soothingly. “Your body is amazing. The way it trembles at my touch. The way you taste.”

I roll my hips at his words and pull in a long breath as he continues whispering in my ear.

“Your body flushes when you come, from your cheeks to your thighs and everywhere in between. Your pink nipples pucker.” He tweaks one with his thumb and smiles against my neck when I moan softly.

“Those sexy whispers and loud exhales make my cock throb.” His hand travels south, pushes between my thighs, and he sinks one—two?—fingers inside me, stretching me deliciously.

“Jacob,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his shoulders, keeping him close to me. I love the way his big body covers me so completely, enveloping me in his warmth.

“Ah, look how sweet you are, Gracie.” I grin at the nickname. I don’t allow many to call me that, certainly never a lover, but it’s so sweet coming from his sexy mouth I soak it up like a sponge.

I feel him moving, reaching, sliding his shorts down, and then the sound of a wrapper—thank God!

“I’m going to sink home now, sweet Grace,” he murmurs as he guides himself to my entrance. “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me.”

“I want you,” I whisper, and hold his face in my hands as I feel the tip of him press against me. Damn, he’s big.

“You’re so damn wet, so ready.” He doesn’t push farther. Instead he waits, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Since the moment I saw you I’ve wanted to be here with you, like this.”

“I held out for a whole eight hours,” I whisper. He leans back and pulls his knuckles down my cheek, watching me soberly.

“Moving fast doesn’t make it insignificant.” He pushes farther, making me gasp.

“You’re big.”

“You’ll make room for me, love.”

He kisses me softly, nibbles my lips as he pushes farther still, at a slow, steady pace until he’s seated fully inside me.

“Your body is so small, but look how perfectly you fit me.” I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me in wonder. I’m panting softly, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

I circle my hips again, but he shakes his head and clenches his eyes.

“I can’t move yet, love. I don’t want to come.”

“I need . . .”

“What do you need?”

“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.