Baby, It's Cold Outside

chapter 1

~ Grace ~

You have to come with us,” Cara Donovan exclaims over her third glass of Moscato. “Seriously, Gracie, it’s going to be so fun.”

“I’m not a skier,” I remind her dryly.

“There will be a lodge and hot ski instructors and a spa,” Jill Sullivan reminds me.

“I plan to take advantage of that spa,” Lauren Cunningham agrees.

“To spas and hot ski instructors!” Jenna Hull raises her wineglass in a toast.

I sit back in my seat and stare at my four friends assembled in Jill’s living room. They’re all beautiful, fun, wonderful women.

“Seriously, a bachelorette weekend in Aspen?” I ask with a frown. “Couldn’t you choose somewhere tropical? I probably won’t drown from a chaise longue by the pool.”

Jill tips her head back, her dark hair falling down her back in waves. “Cara likes the snow.”

“This is Montana. We live in the snow,” I reply stubbornly. “Didn’t you have a say?” I ask Lauren.

Both Cara and Lauren were recently engaged, and to celebrate, the five of us are going to take a weekend trip away. I was all in when I had visions of palm trees and cabana boys, but now . . .

“I think it sounds fun,” Lauren replies with a grin. “We chartered a plane and everything.”

My jaw drops and my gaze travels from Lo to Cara in disbelief.

“You chartered a freaking plane?” Jenna replies with a squeak. Jenna is stunning. Classically beautiful, reminding me of Grace Kelly with her perfectly coifed blond hair and startling blue eyes. Not to mention her perfect figure.

If she wasn’t so incredibly sweet, we might all hate her.

“Hey, this is a celebration,” Lo reminds us and sips her wine, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. The ring on her finger winks in the candlelight.

“Guys, you know I’m totally on board for celebrating your engagements. I couldn’t be happier for you.” I swallow the last sip of wine in my glass and bite my lip. “But we all know what a colossal klutz I am. I won’t survive the trip.”

Jill refills my glass as Cara shakes her head.

“We have a surprise for you,” she says.

“A sumo wrestler suit I can wear while skiing so I don’t break every bone in my body?”

“No,” Lo replies with a laugh. “A night on Whitetail Mountain.”

I frown, not understanding. “The ski resort, Whitetail Mountain?”

“The same,” Jenna replies smugly. “Grace, it’s time you learned to ski.”

“I’ve lived at the base of this mountain for six years,” I remind them as my stomach sinks. “I’ve never been on a pair of skis for a reason.”

“Don’t be silly.” Jill waves me off and pushes an envelope at me. “We’ve booked you for Friday night. It’s a half day at school for you, so you can make your two o’clock lesson time.”

“You’ll stay the night at Snow Ghost Lodge, have another two-hour lesson Saturday morning, and then a massage at the lodge’s spa, just in case.”

“I don’t think it’s safe to massage broken legs,” I mutter.

“Grace, Aspen won’t be the same without you.” Cara bats those big hazel eyes at me and I know I’ll cave. She’s one of my closest friends. How can I say no?

“Okay,” I agree softly and swig my wine. “I’ll go learn to ski.”

“You’re going to love it,” Jenna assures me. “And my place is nearby, so if you need me, just call.”

“Why don’t I just stay at your bed-and-breakfast?” I ask. “We could have a sleepover.”

“I’m booked for the season,” she replies with a wide grin. “Business is good.”

“Good for you!” Lo exclaims and holds her fist out for a bump.

“So you get a minivacation twenty minutes from home.” Cara grins and clinks her glass with mine. “May you find many hot ski instructors.”

“They’re probably all college kids, Cara. I’m a bit too old for them.”

“You look like a college kid yourself,” Jill says with a wink. “You have the cutest pixie cut I’ve ever seen, by the way. Is it easy to take care of?”

“I love it,” I reply and push my fingers through my short blond hair. “It’s super easy, but don’t you dare even think about cutting off your hair.”

The conversation segues to hairstylists and shampoo and I listen with half an ear, dreading this coming weekend. I am the world’s biggest klutz. I fall every day. I’m lucky I’m small because if I were a bigger girl, I’d be in constant pain.

As it is, I keep a bottle of Advil on me at all times.

Ah well, what’s a few broken bones when your friend’s happiness is on the line, right?

“Right, Grace?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Kyle at work has been acting really weird,” Cara repeats.

“I think his wife is sick,” I reply softly, my heart immediately hurting for our boss and friend.

“Kyle Reardon?” Jill confirms.

“Yeah, I heard that Lily has cancer.”

“That’s so sad,” Lo whispers and sips her wine.

“They have four children,” Jenna adds with a shake of her head. “That’s horrible.”

“I’ll have to go see him tomorrow, see if they need anything.” Cara pulls out her phone to make a note.

“So, back to your mini ski-cation,” Jill says with a glint in her eye. “You’re going to have so much fun.”

“I heard the lodge sold recently,” Lo adds. “I wonder who bought it?”

“Some billionaire,” Jill answers.

“Did you sell it to him?” I ask her. Jill is a real estate agent, and a damn good one.

“No, my boss got that deal.” She sighs and sticks her lower lip out in a pout. “But I hear Mr. Billionaire is hot.”

“I’ve seen him,” Jenna replies with a shrug. “He’s pretty hot. Seems nice.”

“When did you see him?” Cara asks. “You’ve been holding out!”

“I went up there for dinner one night and he was having dinner at the same time. His staff seems to like him. Especially the women.” She wiggles her eyebrows with a laugh.

“I’m sure I won’t run into him.” I take one last swallow of wine and decide to call it a night while I can still walk down the block to the house I share with my roommate, Hannah.

I hope I can walk that far.

“Well, if you do run into him, maybe you can have a nice weekend affair with him,” Jill says nonchalantly.

“Right, ’cause I just have weekend affairs on a regular basis.” I roll my eyes and then giggle at the ludicrous thought.

“If you can’t bang the billionaire, bang a hot ski instructor,” Lo says.

“I’m not banging anyone!”

“Why not?” Jenna asks. “You’re hot. You should bang someone.”

Dear God, the girls are all drunk.

“Maybe you’ll find a hot ski instructor to bang in Aspen,” I say to Jenna who cracks a wide, drunk smile and raises her glass.

“From your lips to God’s ears, my friend.”

This is a mistake.

The road up Whitetail Mountain is well paved and sanded, but still treacherous. It’s narrow, and the switchbacks are tight, making me nervous with the fresh snow and cold weather.

I should have taken the commuter bus that runs up and down the mountain during ski season.

I pass Jenna’s B&B, The Hideout, grinning as I think of my pretty friend. I’m so proud of her for making a success of her business. I honk and wave, just in case she can see me, then turn around one more switchback and climb another quarter of a mile before driving into a quaint, beautiful snow village. Ski lifts climb up to the summit of the mountain, forging a path in the evergreens, moving slowly with people sitting in the seats, their skis dangling from their feet.

A condo complex sits on the left, the balconies full of bicycles and hanging plants that died months ago.

Up ahead is a wide parking lot before a grand, beautiful, rustic lodge. The Snow Ghost Lodge, to be exact. It sits right at the base of the ski lifts, convenient for those who want to step outside, fasten their skis, and set off for a day in the powder.

People of all shapes, sizes, and ages are milling about, in ski pants and coats, hats, and gloves, carrying skis on their shoulders. Kids throw snowballs at each other and their parents yell at them to keep it to the hill.

It’s absolutely stunning.

The tall evergreen trees are covered in white powder, and I’m reminded how blessed I am to live in such an amazing place.

So far away from the desert of Arizona.

I park in the valet area of the lodge and climb out of my SUV just as a parking attendant comes to help me with my bags.

I slam my door shut and move to walk away, but am pulled up short.

I’ve slammed my coat in the door.

I sigh and close my eyes, then tilt my head back and look up at the sky.

“Really? Already? You couldn’t wait until I’ve at least put skis on my feet?”

I open the door and rescue my coat, then turn to find the valet and several others watching me curiously.

Great.

I simply smile and nod and take my bag from the young valet, tip him, and walk into the beautiful lodge.

Immediately to my left is a large river-rock fireplace, complete with a roaring fire. There are clusters of soft couches and chairs arranged to sit in and warm up, or just wait for your loved ones to ski while you read a book and sip a hot toddy.

I think I’ll need a few of those hot toddies.

I approach the desk and am greeted by a smiling, gray-haired woman.

“Hello, I’m Grace Douglas. I have a reservation for this evening.”

“Welcome to the Snow Ghost Lodge. Where are you visiting from?” She slides a paper across the desk for me to fill out as she checks me in.

“Cunningham Falls,” I reply with a grin. “I’m just up for some ski lessons.”

“Oh, great! I’m Jeanette. Feel free to call down for anything you might need.” She consults her computer and makes me a key for my room. “Looks like your first lesson is in about thirty minutes. That should give you time to settle in. We have cookies and warm cider over there.” She gestures to her left, opposite of the monster fireplace. “Take a look around. Your instructor will have all the equipment you need.”

“Thank you,” I reply, eyeing the oatmeal raisin cookies.

“You’re welcome.”

I snag a cookie and nibble on it on my way up to my room. The girls went all out. This place isn’t cheap. My room is on the fifth floor, and the window looks out onto the ski hill. It’ll be beautiful at night.

After a quick glance about the room, I grab my new ski pants and coat, my scarf and gloves, and set out to get this first lesson over with. It should be two hours of pure hell followed by either an ambulance ride or a few hours sitting by the fire.

I’ll pray for the latter.

I approach Jeanette at the desk again with a smile.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to ask for my instructor’s name, and where am I supposed to meet him?”

“Oh, I should have said,” she replies and flicks her fingers over the keys. “It looks like he’s right over there.” She points to two men standing by the front entrance. I thank her with a nod and approach both men. One is young; he has to still be in high school. Maybe college. He’s all gangly arms and long legs and doesn’t look like he’s ever shaved a day in his life.

He must be the student before me.

The other man is tall, much taller than my five foot four. He has golden blond hair that is long, just touching his collar, and begs for a woman’s fingers to dive into it.

Jesus, down girl.

He’s wearing black ski pants, but he’s taken off his jacket, revealing a dark blue North Face fleece that molds around strong arms crossed over his impressive chest.

Hello, hot ski instructor.

“Hi.” I stop next to Mr. Hottie and hold my hand out to him. “I’m Grace, your next victim.”

Bold, green eyes turn down to mine and he grins slowly, closing his large hand around mine.

“I’m just going to apologize now,” I continue, my mouth rambling. I’m completely unable to control it.

He’s so damn hot. Why can’t I be one of those women who loses her words when confronted with a delicious man?

“This could very well be the worst two days of your life.”

The kid next to him starts to speak, but Mr. Hottie holds up a hand, stopping him. He nods and the kid leaves us alone.

“Why do you say that, darling?”

Holy Jesus on a stick, the man has a British accent.

And cue the wet panties.

“I’m a bit of a klutz.” I cringe and pull my hand out of his grasp. “But my friends are making me learn to ski. I’m your two o’clock.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Bax.”

“Bax?” I ask with a frown. “Did your mother not like you or something?”

Bax laughs, showing off a gorgeous smile, with one tooth just barely crooked in the front. His chin is covered in stubble, and I have to ball my hands into fists to keep from reaching up and plunging my fingers in that thick blond hair that I can now see has flecks of gold and copper running through it.

“It’s short for Baxter, which is my last name.”

“Well, that’s nice, but we’re not sixteen. What’s your first name?”

He cocks a brow and tilts his head, watching me closely and then says softly, “Jacob.”

“Much better,” I reply with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind if I call you Jacob while we work together?”

“No, darling, I don’t mind.”

If he keeps calling me “darling” in that accent, I might jump him in the snow.

“Okay, well, I’m ready when you are.”

“You look like you’re walking out before the firing squad,” he laughs as he shrugs into his coat.

“I feel like it.”

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t let you get hurt.”

He opens the door and ushers me out ahead of him.

“First, we need to walk over to the rental shop to get you some boots, skis, and poles.”

“I’m glad I get poles,” I say with a laugh. “Balance isn’t my strong suit.”

He chuckles, and as I look up at him, my foot slips on a patch of ice and down I go, whoomp, flat on my ass.

chapter 2

And so it begins.

Jacob squats next to me and takes my hand in his, helping me to my feet.

“I warned you.” I laugh. “You might want to just go ahead and put the paramedics on standby. My ass likes the ground more than my feet.”

He whispers something under his breath about my ass, but before I can ask him to repeat it, he says, “I’ve never met someone yet whom I couldn’t teach to ski.” He winks and keeps my hand tightly in his as he guides me into the rental shop. “Once you get the hang of it, you’ll love it.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I reply with a smile. Jacob motions to the clerk behind the counter.

“Hey, Bax! What can I getcha?”

“What size shoe do you wear, love?”

“Eight,” I reply.

“She needs boots, skis, and poles, Evan,” Jacob tells him. “I’ll be her instructor today and tomorrow.”

Evan grins.

“Is that right?”

“Should I ask for a different instructor?” I ask and nudge Jacob’s arm with mine, teasing him.

“Nah, Bax’s as good as it gets.” Evan slides boots over and Jacob lifts them easily.

“Can you grab my stuff for me from the back?” Jacob asks Evan.

“Sure thing.”

When Evan leaves to fetch Jacob’s gear, Jacob leads me to a bench where he helps me wriggle my way into the boots and fastens them.

“They’re going to feel tight, but that’s okay. We don’t want you slipping around in there. That’s how ankles get broken.”

“Thank God for protecting my ankles.”

Jacob chuckles and supports my calf in his hand as he guides the other foot into the boot. His grasp is firm, warm, and sends electricity through me.

I wonder what it would feel like if he touched my bare skin?

Hmm . . . a naked Jacob. It’s not a bad thought in the least.

I lick my bottom lip, watching his mouth move as he tells me about bindings and wax and things that I just don’t understand or, frankly, give two shits about.

“Understand?”

“Sure.”

“Did you even hear what I was saying?”

“Sure,” I say again.

“What did I say?”

I frown and watch his deep green eyes as they smile down at me.

“You said something about bondage and hot wax.” I bite my lips to keep from grinning as he tosses his head back and lets out a full belly laugh.

“Not exactly.”

“My apologies.” My voice doesn’t sound apologetic in the least. I haven’t flirted this openly in a long, long time, and it’s damn fun. Jacob is a hottie, and there’s no ring on his finger, so why not?

Maybe a fling with a ski instructor isn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Come on, Grace, let’s get you on the snow.”

“This is the part that scares me.” Suddenly, the flirty is gone and is replaced by gargantuan butterflies and dread.

“Hey,” he says and cups my chin in his hand, making me meet his gaze. The zing from his touch travels down my breasts, my spine, and directly to my core, and I suck in a breath and feel my eyes go wide. “I promise. I’ll take care of you, darling.”

“Okay,” I whisper and discreetly fan myself as he stands and turns his back to me, slipping his feet into his own boots, but I notice they aren’t ski boots.

“Why do I feel like I have a storm trooper’s boots on?” I ask as I follow him out of the rental shop and into the snow. Jacob has my skis balanced on his shoulder. I have a pole in each hand, stabbing the snow and ice as I walk beside him. “These poles are great. I should walk with them everywhere.”

“I can’t believe you’re that clumsy, Grace.”

“Oh, I am. Always have been. It’s not a big deal.” I shrug and take a deep breath of cold, fresh mountain air. “I think my parents named me Grace as a cruel joke. God, it’s beautiful up here.”

“Where are you from?”

“Cunningham Falls.”

His head whips around to stare down at me and his eyes narrow with renewed interest. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, my friends bought me these lessons as a gift.”

“Why would they buy you ski lessons if you have no interest in skiing?”

“Because we’re all taking a ski trip to Aspen in a few weeks for a girls’ weekend away, and they think I need a head start so I can flirt properly with the hot Aspen ski instructors without needing medical attention.”

“So you’re all going to hit on ski bums?”

“No.” I wave him off and laugh. “Cara and Lauren just got engaged, so it’s really a bachelorette weekend. I probably won’t actually hit on anyone.”

“Why not?”

“Why aren’t you wearing ski boots?” I ask instead of answering him.

“Answer the question.”

“You answer mine.” I stop walking and throw him a mock glare, making him grin.

“I can’t be on skis if you’re on skis and need me to help you. I’ll be on skis with you tomorrow.”

“How long have you been doing this?” And really, how well can this pay? Jacob looks to be in his thirties. Is this his career?

“You answer my question first.”

“I don’t even remember what we were talking about,” I reply and begin to stomp away when he crowds me and tilts my chin back with his free hand.

“Don’t lie to me, love. That’s one thing I won’t have. There’s no need of it.”

“I’m not a good flirter,” I whisper and watch his breath come in and out in soft puffs.

“Could have fooled me,” he replies with a grin. He leans down and kisses my forehead, then quickly resumes walking to a wide, clear area.

“Where are we going?” I pick up the pace, my short legs in the heavy boots trying with all their might to keep up with his long strides.

“Over here.”

“The ski lifts are over there.”

“You’re not getting on a lift yet. Maybe a little later.”

“Well, this is boring.”

He sets my skis on the snow and motions for me to step into them. “Keep your balance with your poles and click your boots into the bindings. Good girl. See? You’re a natural already.”

“And you’re full of the blarney,” I reply in a horrible Irish accent.

“That’s Ireland, darling. I’m from London. Okay, first thing’s first.”

“You never answered my question,” I interrupt him.

“Which one is that?”

“How long have you been doing this?”

He props his hands on his hips and squints his eyes in thought. “I’ve been skiing since I was four, but teaching since I was sixteen, so I guess almost twenty years.”

“They have a ski hill in London?”

“There are many ski resorts in Europe, darling.”

I shrug and watch as he walks away from me, his ass looking spectacular in those black ski pants. God, what he must do to a pair of jeans.

Did I just growl? Shit, I hope not.

“Okay, first we’re going to start with the snowplow.”

“The plow hasn’t been through here?” I glance around, looking for a big tractor. “If you plow the snow away, what will we ski on?”

“No, darling,” he laughs, pinching his nose between his thumb and finger. “The snowplow is how you’re going to slow down or stop when you need to.”

“Oh, okay.” I keep a death grip on my poles, determined not to fall. “How do I do it?”

“You’re going to point your toes in.” He demonstrates and I follow suit.

“This will make me stop?” I ask with doubt lacing my voice.

“It will.”

“What next?”

“Put your poles up.”

“No, they’re helping me stay standing.”

“Grace, put your poles in front of you so I can pull you and you can snowplow for real.”

“I’m good where I am.”

“Grace.” His voice is firm but tender. “You won’t fall.”

I raise the poles and watch my feet.

“Head up. You have to watch where you’re going.”

“I’m not going anywhere right now.”

Jacob moves to me and tilts my head up. “You have to watch what’s around you when you ski. Your feet are fine. They’ll go where your toes are pointed.”

“Okay.”

He moves directly in front of me and grips the poles.

“Keep your skis parallel for now and in a moment, move into the snowplow to slow down.”

He walks backward, pulling me. My eyes widen and I let out a squeak, but amazingly, I stay upright.

“Beautiful, Grace.” He grins and watches my form. “Okay, point your toes.”

I follow his direction, and just like he said I would, I stop.

“It worked!”

“Of course it did. Okay, now we’re going to go over here where there’s a bit of a slope and you can try it for real.”

I nod and firm my chin. I can do this.

“After you loosen up,” he says. “You’re too stiff. If you do fall, you’ll get hurt. This is fun, darling. Keep your hips and arms loose.”

I take a deep breath and shake my arms and hips, and suddenly, my skis slip and I feel myself start to fall, but strong arms wrap around me, holding me up.

“Maybe not that loose, now,” he says with a laugh.

And for the next hour, he shows me how to walk sideways, stop, take the skis on and off, and all of the other simple things I’ll need to know.

“Okay, I think I’ve mastered this.” I sniff, my nose drippy from the cold air. “I love the cold.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, it feels good to have cold cheeks and to breathe in the chilly air. I love living here.”

“Well, then, this sport is perfect for you.”

“You’re a good teacher, you know.”

He takes a glove off and pushes his hand through his hair and I suddenly ache to be the one to do that for him. The man has seriously touchable hair. “Of course, it takes one to know one.”

“You’re a teacher, are you?”

“Aye, I am,” I reply in a horrible Scottish brogue.

“I’m not from Scotland, love.” His green eyes dance with laughter as he shakes his head at me. “What do you teach?”

“I’ve taught fourth grade for close to six years.”

“Did you skip school today to hang out with me?” He helps me snap off the skis and leads me to the chairlift.

“No, I had meetings this morning, and the rest of the day off. Are we going up the chairlift now?”

“Yes, but just the bunny hill today, I’m afraid.”

“I’m okay with the bunny hill. I work with ten-year-olds every day, so I’ll be among my people.” He helps me get situated on the lift. “How did you choose this for a career?”

He frowns, and looks like he’s about to admit something to me, but he shakes his head and says, “I have always loved the snow. My family took many winter holidays and those were always my favorites.”

I nod and watch the trees pass beneath us.

“I love your enthusiasm,” Jacob murmurs. “You’re a beautiful woman, Grace.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, unsure what else to say.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t,” I immediately respond.

“Are you driving back down to town when we’re done today?”

“No, I have a room at the lodge.”

“Perfect.”

“I’m going to fall off this lift. I’m warning you.” I’m watching people hop off the chairlift as it nears the top, but the chairs don’t stop completely. You have to be quick.

“No, you won’t.” He takes my glove-covered hand in his and squeezes. “Have a little more faith in yourself, love.”

chapter 3

~ JACOB ~

Have I ever been this captivated by a woman in my life? Not that I can recall. This little pixie is a spitfire, full of energy and quick to learn. Her sense of humor is damn hilarious and I’m dying to know what secrets she has hidden beneath all those layers of heavy snow gear.

I could easily spend days with her and not tire of her.

That itself is a novelty.

I can feel her tense up as we near the top of the lift. She laughs off her awkward clumsiness, but I can see the unease that it causes, making my heart go out to her. I’ve never known what it is to not feel comfortable in your body. Athletics always came easy to me.

“You’ll be fine, darling,” I murmur, and help her off the chair, keeping a hand on her arm and leading her away as I wave at the ski lift operator.

“Hey, Bax,” he calls with a smile.

“You’re popular around here,” she says with a grin. “I guess I can see why.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, you’re friendly. And handsome. And you seem to know what you’re doing.”

“I’d better know what I’m about, love. I can’t have anyone getting hurt, now can I?”

“No, we can’t have that.”

I lead her over to an area that has a gentle slope and is perfect for beginners. It shouldn’t scare her. Though I’ve skied places on this mountain that made me break out into a cold sweat.

She’ll never see those places.

“So you think I’m handsome?”

“You know you’re handsome.” She laughs and brushes some snow off her pants. It’s begun snowing. Large, fluffy flakes are lazily making their way to the ground.

“Handsome enough to have dinner with tonight?”

She bites her lip and I know she wants to say yes. I want her to say yes. I want to do much more than have dinner with her, but I’m willing to take it slow.

For the first time in a long time, I’m enjoying a woman’s company when she’s fully clothed.

Good grief.

“Well, you are rather handsome,” she replies, trying to copy my accent and failing miserably.

Fuck me, she’s adorable.

“Your accent needs work,” I reply, and brush my finger over her nose.

“I’m just trying to blend in. I’m a chameleon.” Her face is perfectly sober, but her hazel eyes are full of laughter. Her golden blond hair is cut short, shorter than I normally prefer, but it’s perfect on her. It frames her delicate face, setting off those witching eyes.

“Dinner, Grace,” I remind her.

“If you insist.”

Oh, I think I’ll be insisting on quite a few delicious things, darling.

I smile softly to myself and lead her through more snowplow moves, how to turn, and damn if she isn’t learning quickly. She’s a natural.

“You’re doing great, Grace.”

“I am?” She smiles widely as I help her out of her skis.

“Absolutely. You’ll be flying down this mountain in no time.”

“How are we getting down to the lodge?” she asks nervously.

“We’re riding the chair, love.”

“I’m sorry, this can’t be very much fun for you.”

“Actually, I’m having a lovely day.” I help her back onto the chair and hop on next to her. “I’m grateful that your friends are getting married and talked you into Aspen.”

“Me, too.” She smiles up at me and I want to kiss her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I pull my glove off and pull my knuckles down her cold cheek, glide my thumb over her plump lower lip.

“Grace, I’m going to kiss you here on this chairlift.”

Her tongue pokes out of her mouth, wetting her lower lip and brushing my thumb and my cock tightens. I lean in and rest my lips on hers, waiting for her to push me away, but she plunges her fingers into my hair and holds on and I sink into her. I rub my lips back and forth over her soft skin before licking her lower lip and slipping my tongue inside, over her tongue and exploring her mouth. She moans softly, opening readily and I sink in farther, caught up in her clean scent and the smell of the snow around us.

I pull back to find her eyes wide and glassy. The pulse in her throat throbs quickly, matching my own.

Bloody hell, I want her.

I glance around to find that we’re almost to the bottom of the lift. I lean in and place my lips beside her ear, press a soft kiss, and then whisper, “I owe you dinner.”

“I’ll collect,” she immediately replies as a shiver moves through her, making me grin.

Sweet, strong girl.

We hop off the chair without incident. She seemed to grow more confident as she became more sure on the skis, and it’s showing now. She’s less hesitant as we move away from the lift toward the rental shop.

“I’ll be glad to get rid of these boots,” she says with a wrinkled nose. “They’re heavy.”

“It’s a workout, indeed.”

“Indeed,” she mimics.

“You enjoy teasing me about my accent, love.”

“I don’t mean to be offensive,” she rushes to assure me. “It’s my stupid sense of humor. You can tell me to shut up.”

I pull her to a stop and drop my face close to hers. “I think you’re charming and delightful, and I don’t want you to shut up. I was teasing you in return.”

“Okay.”

“I told you before, I’m enjoying your company very much.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s ditch this gear and get you warmed up.”

“I wonder if I can order a hot chocolate in the lobby and sit by the fire.”

“I’m quite sure you can order whatever you like,” I reply. You can have anything you want.

I’ve known the woman for a matter of hours and I’m ready to offer her the world.

Jesus Christ, grow a pair, Bax.

We turn in her equipment and walk back to the lodge, avoiding the icy patch that she slipped on earlier.

Watching her fall had my heart in my throat.

“Jeanette,” I call as we walk through the lobby to the fireplace. “Would you please order us two hot chocolates?”

“Of course, Bax,” she replies with a knowing smile. She’s such a mother hen. Always trying to set me up with someone.

Maybe this will shut her up.

“Have a seat, love.” I lead her to a plush love seat, but instead of sitting next to her, I sit on the ottoman across from her and take her boot off of her left foot, pull it up into my lap, and begin to rub it vigorously over her wool sock.

“You do not have to touch my sweaty foot!” She tries to pull away but I hold strong.

“I’m warming you up, Grace.”

“The fire will do that for me.”

I raise a brow and watch her quietly as I continue to rub her slender foot. She finally relaxes and sinks back into the cushions of the couch.

“God, you’re good at that.”

“We can’t have your toes fall off from frostbite.”

“I don’t think I was quite there yet,” she replies with a laugh. “But thanks for having my back.”

“What did you think of your lesson?” I ask and turn my attention to her right foot. I want to strip her naked and explore every inch of her tiny body, lose myself in her for hours on end.

Once I started, I don’t know if I could ever let her go.

And where in the bloody hell are these thoughts coming from?

“I had fun,” she replies with a soft sigh. “I didn’t fall once, thanks to you.”

“I told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”

“You might have to come with me to Aspen. Who needs poles when they have Jacob to keep them upright?”

She laughs, and I smile at her, but my insides still. The thought of her in Aspen, with another ski instructor paying her the same attention I am, pisses me the fuck off.

And that’s absolutely ridiculous.

“Jacob?”

“Yes, darling.”

“Where did you go? You zoned out there for a minute.”

I shake my head and join her on the couch as our drinks are delivered.

“Here you go, Bax.” The young room service attendant places the tray holding the hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies on the ottoman before us. I slip my hand into my pocket, pull out some money, and hand him his tip.

“Thank you, Michael.”

“Anytime.”

“Your coworkers are very respectful to each other,” Grace observes, and nibbles a cookie.

Now is the time to tell her. It shouldn’t be all that difficult to mention that I’m not merely an employee, but the owner of the place. However, the thought of her anger and embarrassment is like a punch to the gut.

I’m just a normal bloke, having a conversation with a woman. Not the playboy billionaire from London.

I rather like the way this feels.

“Thank you,” I reply instead, and take a sip of the warm chocolate. “It’s a nice place to work.”

“Hmm,” she agrees. She’s leaning back in the seat, her eyes growing heavy as she sips her drink, lost in her thoughts. I watch her for a while, wondering what she’s thinking, but not wanting to ruin this quiet moment.

“We’d best get back to our rooms so we can change out of these clothes for dinner.” I stand and hold my hand out to her, pulling her to her feet beside me.

“I’m on the fifth floor,” she says. “Where do you stay?”

“I have a place here in the lodge.” I don’t mention that my living quarters are a three-bedroom suite that I’ve commandeered. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

“You don’t have to.”

“A gentleman always walks his lady home.” I ignore the looks that the staff sends us as I lead her to the elevator, and once we reach her floor, she leads me to her door. She’s in one of the standard king rooms. They’re top of the line, comfortable, and perfectly fine. But I also know in this moment that regardless of how many nights she’s reserved to stay in this room, and I intend to find out, she’ll spend only one night in this room.

“Thanks for walking me home.” She grins.

“My pleasure.” I wait for her to unlock the door, and before she can escape inside, I pin her against the doorjamb and kiss her passionately, deeply. Hungrily.

Her fingers find their way into my hair again, and I long to feel them there as I bury my face in her pussy, making her come over and over again.

Yes, this is just the beginning for Grace and me.

I pull away from her mouth, drag my nose along her jawline to her ear.

“I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour.”

She swallows hard as I pull away from her.

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

Grace smiles and turns to walk into her room.

“Grace . . .”

She turns at the sound of my voice, but I’m too late, and she runs smack into the doorjamb.

“Ow!”

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry.”

She giggles and rubs her temple where she hit the hardest.

“At least I’m not standing on ice. I’d be a goner.” She shrugs and waves before closing the door behind her.

chapter 4

~ Grace ~

Well, that was elegant. Way to run into the door, like in some slapstick movie, as the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life looks on with lust-filled eyes after kissing you unlike you’ve ever been kissed before.

I wonder if all the British kiss like that?

Because seriously, the man knows how to use his lips.

He never makes me feel clumsy or stupid. When I fall or walk into a wall, he doesn’t look at me like I’m a moron. He laughs with me instead of at me.

And let’s face it, the sexy factor is through the roof.

His hair is as thick and soft as it looks. I never wanted to let go.

So what do I do? Have a weekend affair like the girls suggested? Why not?

Perhaps I’m jumping ahead of myself here. The man asked me to dinner, not to jump into his bed.

Get a grip!

I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower, then struggle with what to wear. I didn’t bring anything dressy because I didn’t plan to go out on a date. I wonder what he’s wearing?

I don’t even have his phone number.

Shit.

Suddenly my phone buzzes on the bathroom vanity with a number I don’t recognize.

This is Jacob. Dinner will be casual. See you soon.

How did he do that? Would Jeanette have given him my phone number? Probably, but that seems rather unprofessional.

I shrug and type back a response: Sounds good!

I take a long hot shower. My muscles are already moaning from the activity today. Tomorrow will be horrible.

Thank God I’m scheduled for a massage!

In a moment of optimism, I shave my legs and bikini line, then wash my hair and step out of the shower.

Thankfully, my short hair has trimmed a good ten minutes off my time. It blows dry quickly, and with a few brushes with my fingers and a little hair gel, I’m good to go. I keep the makeup simple and casual, then dress in my jeans and red cami with a black shrug over the top. I slide my feet into black Toms and take a spin in front of the mirror. My breasts are pushed up, thanks to the expensive bra I splurged on, and my ass looks great in these jeans.

This is as good as it gets with my limited wardrobe choices.

Just as I smooth some gloss on my lips, there’s a light knock on the door.

“ ’Ello, govna!” I exclaim as I open the door, and then I lose all control of my tongue. I think it fell out.

I hope I’m not flapping my mouth about like a guppy.

Jacob is delicious in faded blue jeans and a well-worn white T-shirt with a blue plaid button-down open over it. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

His hair is still damp from a shower, but he didn’t shave that scruff off his chin.

Thank God.

“You are beautiful,” he murmurs. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and watches me watch him with hot, green eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Hold on, I’m not done,” I reply.

“Done with what?” he asks with a half smile.

“Looking,” I whisper.

The smile disappears from his face, replaced by pure, unadulterated lust.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll push my way into your room, uninvited as it stands right now mind you, and take you up against that wall.”

I blink at him, tempted to take him up on the offer, when my stomach growls.

“I think I’m hungry.”

“As am I. Let’s feed you, love.” He holds his hand out for mine and leads me down the hall to the elevator.

“You smell great.” God, I have got to learn to use a filter when I speak to this man! Shit just pops right out.

“Thank you,” he murmurs with a smile. “I hope you’re content with the restaurant here in the hotel.”

“Sure, I’ve heard good things,” I reply truthfully. “I’ve never been up to check it out, but my friends love it.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

The hostess smiles widely at Jacob as we approach, but the light in her eyes dims a bit when she sees me.

That’s right, he’s with me. At least for a few hours, anyway.

“Hello, Riley.”

“Hi, Mr. Baxter. Your usual table?”

“That will be fine, thank you.”

I frown up at him. A ski instructor has a usual table?

She leads us through the restaurant to the back of the room, tucked in a corner with wide windows that look out over the ski hill.

He seats me in the corner and sits with his back to the room, facing me.

“I didn’t think men liked to sit with their backs to the room,” I say. There’s no way in hell he’s a fucking ski instructor.

“A gentleman always seats the lady so she can look out to the room,” he replies matter-of-factly, perusing his menu.

“I like that.” I clear my throat without opening the menu. “Who are you, exactly?”

His eyes whip up to mine in surprise. “I’ve told you who I am, darling.”

“You lied,” I reply, without emotion in my voice. “Let me guess. You own the joint.”

“Hey, Mr. Baxter, what can I get you both to drink?” a waitress with the name Babs pinned to her shirt asks as she approaches the table, interrupting us.

“We’ll need a moment, please.” His eyes never leave mine as Babs walks away.

“I own this lodge, yes,” he replies, and holds my gaze steadily.

“So that whole, ‘Don’t lie to me, love. That’s one thing I won’t have. There’s no need of it,’ was just, what? A line?”

“That’s fair, Grace, and no, it wasn’t a line.” He snaps his menu shut and scratches his fingers through his hair.

“So you played me. Good job.”

“No.” He grabs my wrist to keep me in place as I move to leave and clenches his jaw shut. His grip isn’t hard or biting, but just enough to let me know that he wants me to stay. “Please let me explain.”

“I feel foolish,” I whisper. Way to go, you clumsy idiot. Just another way to make a fool of yourself.

“No, love.” He shakes his head and clears his throat. “If anyone should feel foolish, it’s me. I didn’t mean to mislead you.”

“You mistakenly failed to mention that you own this damn lodge all day long?” I ask incredulously. “Do you think I’m stupid as well as clumsy?”

“You’re neither stupid nor clumsy, Grace. When you approached me this afternoon, I was speaking with the boy who was supposed to be your instructor for the day.”

“You employ toddlers?”

Jacob’s lips twitch with humor. “He’s a very young-looking nineteen and an excellent skier. You were mistaken when you assumed I was to be your instructor today.”

“My mistake. I apologize.”

“I apologize, Grace. I just instantly liked you. With your immediate apology for your clumsiness and your sense of humor and your gorgeous hazel eyes, I just . . .” He blows out a breath and searches for his next words. “I just wanted to spend the day with you.”

“Look, Bax,” I begin.

“Jacob,” he corrects me softly. “I like the way Jacob rolls off your spectacular tongue.”

Oh, God, he’s good.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m here under false pretenses.”

“Everything else I told you today is true. Everything. I just didn’t mention that I owned the lodge. I was a ski instructor at sixteen, in Switzerland during winter holiday with my family. I’ve been skiing since I was four. I didn’t lie.”

I sit back and watch him carefully as Babs returns to the table.

“Are you ready to place your drink order, boss?”

Again, his eyes stay on mine. “Stay. Have dinner with me.”

“Why didn’t you correct me right away?” I ask bluntly.

“Because I didn’t want you to treat me differently when you found out about my status here.” His face is sober and honest, and I feel just a little pity for him. It can’t be easy to have the money he has, to always wonder if someone is interested in you as a person, or you as a wealthy person.

“I’ll stay,” I reply after a long silent moment.

“Thank you.” His smile is wide and genuine as he cocks a brow. “Now, what would you like to drink? I, for one, could use a glass of wine.”

“I’ll join you in that,” I reply, with a nod. “Pinot Noir?”

“Excellent.” He rattles off the name of an Oregon wine I recognize and then pulls my hand to his lips, nibbles my knuckles, sending shivers up my arm. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“The second chance.” We settle into a companionable silence as we browse the menu. Should I have let him off the hook so easily? Am I so desperate to get laid—if that’s even where this is going—that I’m willing to forgive his lie by omission and have dinner with him? I glance up to watch him read the menu, and realize that it doesn’t have much to do with wanting a quick fuck and everything to do with this weird attraction I feel toward him, the whole package.

But that doesn’t mean that I have to bare my soul to him. He didn’t see fit to come clean with me, and perhaps I should keep the same attitude, keeping most of my own secrets closely guarded.

“I want a big hunk of meat for dinner.” I rub my flat stomach as I return to the menu. “Steak. Potatoes. Oh, God, you have huckleberry cheesecake. That’s going to be in my belly before this night is out.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs quietly. I’m stunned speechless as I gaze over my menu at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t ever lose your enthusiasm for life, Grace. Your excitement over a dessert is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.”

“You’ve led a sheltered life, then,” I reply, and lay my menu over my plate.

“Quite the opposite, love. I’m very happy that you mistook me for your instructor today. It’s perhaps the best thing that’s happened to me in a long while.”

“There’s that blarney again,” I reply with a laugh. “But thank you. And back at you. What made you come to Montana?”

“I was here on holiday years ago,” he says, and sips his wine. “It’s beautiful here.”

“Very different from Europe.”

“Indeed. But it’s become home.” He takes my hand in his again and threads our fingers together. “How long have you lived here? Are you native?”

“No.” I take a sip of my wine and think about how much I want to confide in this sexy, sweet man. “I’ve been here since I started teaching. About six years.”

“Where are you from?”

“Arizona.”

He nods and watches me, waiting for more.

“I don’t have any siblings.”

“I had a younger brother,” he says softly. “He drowned when he was nine.”

I tighten my hand on his. “I’m sorry.”

“It destroyed my parents. They’ve never been the same.” He tilts his head. “Your parents?”

“I don’t speak to them.” I firm my lips, determined not to tell him any more.

His jaw ticks at my response, but he doesn’t push. He just nods and smiles at Babs when she returns to take our orders.

“The lady will have the rib eye with a baked potato. Would you like salad, love?”

“Yes, please. With ranch. Medium on the steak.”

“And for you, Bax?”

“I’ll have the same.”

Babs nods and takes our menus. “Oh, Bax, Jerry asked me to tell you that he wants a word with you before you leave.”

“He’ll have to wait. I am with a guest. Tell him I’ll have a word with him tomorrow morning.”

“You’re the boss.” She winks and saunters away, leaving us alone.

“Maybe Jerry’s issue can’t wait.”

“Jerry always has an issue, and trust me, it can wait.” Jacob grins and drags his knuckles down my cheek. “I’m in the middle of a very important meeting.”

“So I’m a business meeting now?” I ask with a cocked brow. “I’m flattered.”

Jacob laughs and shakes his head. “You were telling me how you ended up in Montana.”

“I went to college with someone from here. I joined her one weekend when she came home to see her parents, fell in love with the town, and decided to move here when college was done.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“Me, too. I love snow.” Babs sets our salads in front of us. “The cold doesn’t bother me.”

We eat in relative quiet, making small talk about the unusually dry winter, the days getting shorter, and what we studied in college. The meal is as delicious as the conversation.

“Oh, God,” I moan, and lean back in my chair. “There’s no way I can eat the cheesecake. I’m stuffed.”

“We could share it,” he offers.

“You’re far too tempting, Jacob Baxter.”

“I hope so, Grace.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll eat half.”

Jacob hails Babs and orders our dessert. “What are your plans for the rest of the evening?” he asks.

“Yoga pants and a Lifetime movie,” I reply.

“Can I talk you into doing those things in my suite?”

His face is hopeful and sexy and I’m so fucking tempted to say hell yes! But I’ve known him less than a day. And he wasn’t honest with me.

“I take your silence as a no,” he says ruefully.

“Jacob, you are an intriguing man. The chemistry between us is . . . impressive. I’m interested. But I just met you today.”

“I understand, darling. Completely.”

Babs sets our dessert, two spoons, and two black coffees on the table, winks at Jacob, and walks away. We dig in with gusto, and when Jacob wraps his lips around that spoon and moans in appreciation of the sugar and sweet fruit hitting his tongue, I almost change my mind about his offer and beg him to take me to bed right now.

But instead I laugh at him, eat my half, and keep quiet.

Finally, he walks me down the hall to my room. He pushes my back against the wall beside my door, braces his hand on the wall next to my face, and leans in. Almost unbearably slowly, he drags his nose down my own and nibbles the corner of my mouth.

“Good night, sweet Grace.” He kisses me softly, but with no less passion, leaving me a quivering mess.

“G’day, mate,” I whisper. He laughs, and leans his forehead on mine.

“God, Grace, you’re so damn funny. I can’t wait to spend tomorrow with you.”

“Back at you, mate.”

“I’m not your mate, love.” He nuzzles my nose once more before backing away. “I’m going to be much more than that.”

chapter 5

I close the door behind me and lean against the wood, panting, aching, wanting with all my heart to call him back here.

I’ve never done an impulsive thing in my life.

It’s about time to change that.

I yank the door open and stick my head out into the hallway, just in time to see Jacob press the call button for the elevator.

“Jacob, wait.”

He stills and whips his head toward me.

“Don’t go.”

He marches back to me and gazes down into my face with bright green eyes. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I don’t want you to leave,” I whisper, and watch his lips as he licks them.

“What do you want?”

I find his gaze with mine and simply say, “You.”

“Invite me in, please.”

“Another one of those gentlemanly things?” I ask softly.

“Grace, I’m on a very precarious ledge right now.”

“Won’t you come in?” I step back and open the door wide. He swoops in, pushes me deeper into the room, cups my face in his hands, and devours me with his mouth. The door slams shut behind him and I can only cling to him as he kisses me almost desperately, as though I’m a mirage that will disappear.

He pulls my shrug off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and reaches for the button of my jeans next, deftly unfastening them with one hand. He pushes his hands inside them, glides them down my ass, and lowers my jeans down my legs until they’re pooled around my ankles.

“I told myself that once I finally had you like this, I’d take my time and explore every inch of your gorgeous little body . . .”

I whip my cami over my head just as he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra and am now pinned against the wall in my plain pink panties.

“. . . but I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t taste you.”

He kneels before me, yanks my panties down, pulls my leg up onto his shoulder, and with reverent hands, touches the insides of my thighs gently.

“Jacob, I’m going to fall.”

“I won’t let you fall.”

“Trust me on this one,” I reply and gasp when his fingers spread my lips, opening me up to his hot gaze and warm breath.

“I just need one taste.” He leans in and places his lips over mine and sucks gently. I plant my hands in his hair and hold on as an urgent wave of pure lust consumes me. I whimper, and my breath comes in shallow, short pants.

“I can’t, babe.” Dear God, I’m losing my balance.

He growls, guides my leg over his shoulder, and lifts me off the fucking floor, his face still buried in my pussy. With his other hand braced on my back to keep me from falling, he carries me the short distance to the bed, lays me gently in the center, and continues to feast on me, never missing a beat.

“Holy shit!”

I feel him grin against me, then he licks up to my clit and circles it with the tip of his tongue.

“You. Are. So. Sweet.” Each word is separated with a kiss planted to my lips. “You’re so swollen and pink. So fucking wet.”

Those naughty words spilling from his mouth in that sexy-as-hell accent have me writhing beneath him, never wanting this moment to end.

I whimper and bite my lip as he tilts my pelvis up and licks the crease of my thigh, around my mound to the other side, avoiding the sensitive spot I want him to concentrate on.

His hand glides up my belly to my breast. His fingertips dance over my nipple, barely grazing it, sending goose bumps over my entire body.

“You like that, love?” I nod and he chuckles against me, sinks a finger inside me, and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking gently.

“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.

“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.

The quiet surrounds me. The only sound is my own breath as I point my skis down and begin the smooth ride to the bottom. The groomers have already been out this morning, and conditions are perfect.

As I gently slide down the mountain, my thoughts turn to the amazing woman I held in my arms all night long. I woke several times just to feel her skin against me, to breathe her in, to listen to her soft breaths. Not once did I get the urge to flee.

For fuck’s sake, what is it about this woman that has me all tied up in knots? She’s beautiful, yes, but I’ve known plenty of beautiful women in my life.

And fucked a good portion of them.

And yet I can’t remember the face of a single one. All that fills my mind is Grace’s soft sighs, her whimpers, the way her body reacts to mine. Her cheeks flush beautifully just as she’s about to come, and she’s not a screamer, not in the least. Instead, her body clenches and tightens, and she trembles, her breath comes in soft pants, and it’s the most brilliant thing I’ve ever witnessed.

But if I’m honest, it’s much more than the sex. In the few hours that I’ve known her, she’s made me laugh like I haven’t in years. Her clumsiness is endearing rather than frustrating, most likely because of the way she reacts to it, like it’s just a natural thing and is what it is.

She’s unapologetic about who she is. She eats what she wants to, works at a job she enjoys, and has a zeal for life that encourages those around her to join her in it.

She’s bloody incredible.

And I do believe she has me under that charming spell of hers. I want to explore this chemistry between us. That she lives in Cunningham Falls is a blessing. I can court her properly, and see her regularly.

I approach the bottom of the run and immediately return to the lift and ride it to the top. Then I point my skis downhill and take a different run this time, a bit more challenging, and lose myself in the snow.

“So, Bax, how are things going with a certain beautiful blonde?” Jeanette grins behind the reception desk. Paul, Grace’s original instructor is chatting with her.

“Yeah, man? What’s up with that? You stole her out from under me. She’s hot. I thought I might score with her.”

Jeanette’s jaw drops and she watches me warily as my eyes narrow on the young man.

“Don’t mistake my easygoing demeanor, Paul. It seems you’ve forgotten to whom you’re speaking. If I ever hear you disrespect any guest that way, you’ll never set foot on this hill again. Am I clear?”

“I’m sorry, Bax.”

“As you should be.”

Paul scampers away, his proverbial tail between his legs.

“Boys that age are all horny little bastards,” Jeanette mutters.

“Most men are,” I agree, and chuckle down at her. “But a lady should never hear of it. I’m not his mate, I’m his boss, and I didn’t hire him so he could attempt to lose his virginity.”

Jeanette laughs and pats my arm. “I like you, Bax. How are things with Grace?”

“That, my darling Jeanette, is none of your business.” I wink down at her just as Jerry rushes out from the restaurant.

“There you are!” His hands are clasping and unclasping at his chest in agitation, his cheeks are red with frustration, and I already know it’s going to be a chore calming the bloke.

I silently thank the heavens that ten o’clock is just a few minutes away as I turn to the brilliant chef.

“How can I help you, Jerry?”

“I sent Babs out for you last night, but you ignored me.” He sniffs and pushes his nose in the air. If he wasn’t such a talented chef, I’d boot him out on his ass. Instead I tread lightly, because finding someone to replace him in this small town is impossible.

“I was with a guest, Jerry. What is the problem?”

“The butcher sent choice cuts of meat instead of prime for the second time this month. How am I supposed to work with that? And don’t even get me started on that twit of a sous chef you hired.”

“Let’s discuss this later this afternoon. I have an appointment at ten.”

“But I need to resolve this now.”

I stop short and watch the man quietly for a moment. Have I been wrong to let my staff address me as Bax? Am I too laid back with them?

“We will resolve it when I have the time to speak with you, Jerry.”

His cheeks redden further, but I hold my hand up, stopping any words that he was about to spew at me.

“Watch yourself. You’re a talented chef, but not irreplaceable. I will see you this afternoon.”

I nod at Jeanette and walk toward my suite to change before meeting with Grace.

chapter 7

~ Grace ~

I only fell on my ass five times!” I cry, and launch myself into Jacob’s embrace, wrapping my arms and legs around him and planting my lips on his for a quick kiss. “That’s got to be a record.”

“You are incredible, love.” His smile is wide and happy as he holds me effortlessly against him. “You’ve caught on so well.”

“I can probably ski as good as you now, govna.”

“Let’s not get carried away.” He chuckles and nuzzles my nose with his. “But you can move on from the bunny hill to something a bit more challenging.”

“Blimey, I’m good.”

“Clever girl,” he mutters as he sets me on my feet. “Let’s grab something hot to drink.”

“It’s a date.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and walks me to the rental shop to turn in my gear, then leads me to a nearby coffeehouse. He finds us an empty table in a corner. “This is a cute little place,” I say as I glance around the small but welcoming café.

“I had it built a few months ago,” he replies, and helps me out of my coat. “The space was for lease, and I thought a coffee shop would do well here.”

“And is it?”

“It is,” he confirms with a grin. “What will you have, darling?”

“Vanilla latte, extra hot, please.”

“Pastry?”

“No, thanks. I have a massage in a little while and I don’t like to have much in my stomach.”

He nods and crosses to the barista to put in our order. He’s in black ski pants and a long-sleeved, blue T-shirt that molds his muscular shoulders and arms. I suddenly remember the way those muscles flex when he’s hovering over me, the way they flex as he comes, and I have to shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the sudden throb between my legs.

“What are you thinking about, love?” he says, as he sits and passes me my coffee.

“Nothing.”

“That flush on your cheeks isn’t nothing.”

I feel myself blush harder and look down at my cup.

Jacob leans toward me and brushes his fingers through my short hair behind my ear. “It’s okay, love. I can’t stop thinking about it, either. Spill it.”

I glance about the small space, satisfied that no one is close enough to hear our intimate conversation.

I lean in and press my lips to his ear. “I was thinking about how spectacular you look when you’re above me, how I love the way your muscles flex, and how completely you fill me.” I brush my fingers through his soft, thick hair and his breath catches. His green eyes are on fire as I pull away and smile up at him innocently.

I clear my throat and take a sip of coffee. “I have to check out of the lodge and stow my things in my car before my massage.”

He frowns and takes my hand in his. “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”

“I only had the room for the one night.”

“I’d love to have your things moved to my suite while you get your massage. You can come directly to my rooms when you’re finished.”

I bite my lip and then smile. “I’d like that. But I don’t want you to feel obligated . . .”

“One thing you’ll learn about me, darling, is that I never do what I don’t want to do. I want you with me tonight.”

His words warm me and intensify the ache in my core. “Okay, then, I’d like that. Thank you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Grace.” He smiles and drains the rest of his coffee, then consults his watch. “Unfortunately, I have to work for a bit this afternoon. I’ll leave a key to my suite with Jeanette for you. Just pick it up when you’re finished with your massage. I’ll handle having your things moved.”

“I feel very pampered, Mr. Baxter.”

He glances at me and his body softens as he leans toward me. “You deserve to be pampered. And that’s Sir Baxter to you, missy.”

“Sir Baxter? You’ve been knighted?”

“I have.” He nods and then chuckles. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“I do believe this is the first time I’ve seen you get bashful.” I cup his face in my hand. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. As long as you arrange for me to have tea with Kate and the baby.”

He raises a brow and then breaks out into a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do, silly girl.” He checks his watch again.

“Go ahead. I’m going to be lazy here for a few minutes, call Cara, and then mosey on down to the spa. It’s a rough life. The suffering is immense, but I’ll be brave.”

“Enjoy it, my brave girl.” He kisses me long and hard, not giving a shit about who may be watching, then stands and shrugs into his coat. “I’ll do my best to meet you in my room when you’re finished.”

“No worries. Have a good day, dear.”

He winks and strides out of the café, turning heads as he goes.

Christ on a crutch, the man is a walking mass of sex appeal.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Cara’s number.

“Hey, how were the ski lessons?”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m kidding. The lessons have been great. I didn’t fall nearly as much as I thought I would.”

“We told you you’d love it! You can tell us all about it tonight at girls’ night out.”

“That’s why I’m calling. I won’t be able to make it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I might be having an affair with my ski instructor. Except he’s not an instructor, he’s the billionaire hottie that bought the joint.” I bite my lip as silence descends on the call. “Cara?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shrieks. “This is awesome! I want details!”

“Take it down a notch there, sister.” I laugh and shift in my seat. “Yes, it’s awesome. He’s hot as hell, Cara. Like, movie star hot. And he’s British so his accent is crazy sexy.”

“I’m so jealous right now.”

“You have your own hottie.”

“I know, but I can still be jealous.” She laughs and I can hear her jumping up and down. “I’m so excited for you!”

“So, he wants me to stay one more night, and I accepted. Am I being stupid?”

“Does the sex suck?”

“Hell no.”

“Is he a douche bag?”

“No even a little bit.”

“Then no, you’re not being stupid. Enjoy him, honey.”

“Okay.” I grin and check the time. “Oh shit, I have to get to my massage. Thank you for this weekend, Cara. Seriously, I needed it.”

“I know, and you’re welcome. I’ll want every naughty detail when you get home.”

“Deal.”

“That massage was amazing. Thank you.” I smile at the therapist and turn to leave, but she stops me.

“Wait. You’re scheduled for a facial and pedicure as well.”

I frown and shake my head. “You must be mistaken. My friends just bought me the massage.”

She consults her computer again and nods. “It says right here you’re scheduled for a facial and a pedicure, courtesy of Mr. Baxter.”

My jaw drops. The man is seriously over the top. But I am not going to refuse it. That would be rude, right?

“Wow, okay.”

I am buffed and polished from head to toe by the time I leave the spa. Every muscle in my body had been whimpering earlier, from the skiing and the bout of energetic sex last night, but now they’re sighing contentedly.

What a lovely way to spend an afternoon. It’s much later than I anticipated when I approach Jeanette at the registration counter.

“Do you work 24/7?”

“No, I’m about to leave in just a few minutes. Bax left this for you.” She slides an envelope to me. “He’s a good man.”

I nod slowly. “Yes, he is.”

“Have a good night.” She gives me directions to his suite, then winks and turns away. His room is on the top floor of the lodge, tucked in the back of the building that faces the valley. I can’t wait to see the view from his windows.

I knock, but when there’s no answer, I unlock the door and push inside. I flip on the lights and see a note sitting on the table.

Grace,

I had to go handle another one of Jerry’s “issues.” I’ll be back as soon as I can. Make yourself at home, love.

Jacob

I flip the switch for the gas fireplace and watch it come to life, then open the blinds and stare out at the valley below.

Holy million-dollar view.

Cunningham Falls and the lake are spread before me. Dusk is descending, and lights twinkle in the town. I walk through the living area that has a full kitchen and dining area attached, down a hallway. There are two small bedrooms, a bathroom, and finally the master bedroom with a huge four-poster dominating the room. The linens are white, crisp, and clean. My bag is on the floor of the walk-in closet and my clothes have been hung.

I walk into the bathroom to find my toiletries mingled with Jacob’s.

It feels weird to see my things with his. I’ve never shared space with a man before.

I suddenly hear the front door open and I hurry out to meet him.

He’s pushing a room service cart. His hair is a bit messy from his fingers combing through it. He’s changed into a green V-neck sweater and jeans and is just pure deliciousness.

“G’day, mate! Did you bring me some Vegemite?”

“That’s Australia, darling.” He laughs and catches me up in a hug. “And I don’t recommend the Vegemite. It’s an acquired taste.” He wrinkles his nose and shudders. “But I did bring dinner, because now that I have you here, we won’t be leaving again, and I don’t want any interruptions.”

“Do all of the single female customers get this kind of attention?” I ask with a smile.

“As a matter of fact,” he replies, while setting out our dinner, “I don’t remember the last night I spent with a woman. They tend to get too attached, make assumptions, and it’s just best all around if we don’t make a night of it.”

I inwardly cringe. Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer to, Grace. I put on a brave smile and change the subject.

“You spoiled me today,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes. I’m all buffed and polished and soft now.”

He grins wickedly. “I can’t wait to see that for myself. But first . . .” He uncovers the plates and transfers them to the table. “I ordered us both pasta with Alfredo sauce and salads. I hope that’s okay.”

“Sounds great. I’m starved.” I sit and dig in with gusto, moaning when the Alfredo sauce hits my tongue. “Dear sweet Jesus, that’s good.”

“Keep making those sounds, love, and I’ll carry you to my bed straightaway.”

I giggle and roll my eyes. “You’d think you’ve never seen a girl enjoy her food before.”

“I love watching you enjoy everything. It’s a sight to behold.”

“Blarney.” I shake my head and then drip sauce down the front of my shirt. “I’ll just save that for later.”

“You’ll be out of that shirt soon enough, so it won’t matter. But I can have it cleaned for you if you like.”

“No, it’s no biggie. I’ll wash it when I get home tomorrow.”

He nods and takes another large bite of pasta. “So tell me more about yourself.”

I frown and shrug. “I’m not terribly interesting. I think I already told you the highlights.”

“You’re fascinating,” he disagrees and takes a sip of water. “Why don’t you speak to your parents?”

I lower my fork to my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. Do I talk about this with him? I rarely talk about it with anyone.

“This is a sordid story for another time,” I reply.

“There’s no time like the present,” he replies, catching my gaze. “Talk to me.”

I watch him for a long moment and then shrug. “I don’t speak to my parents because they’re both alcoholic assholes who enable each other and were always more interested in being in an liquor-induced coma than paying attention to their only child. I don’t respect them. I worked my ass off in high school so I’d have scholarships to go to any school I chose and left the day I graduated.”

I wait for the change. The disgust. The pity. But he just takes another bite of food and watches me thoughtfully.

“Those sound like good reasons.”

I nod and look down at my plate, my appetite suddenly gone.

“My parents weren’t alcoholics,” Jacob says quietly. “But after my brother died, they lost themselves in their grief. They divorced. Father lives in Paris. Mother stayed in London. I was mostly raised by housekeepers. I was too old for a nanny.”

My eyes meet his, and in this moment I’ve never felt this kind of connection to another human being. There is no pity or disgust.

Just understanding.

“Are you about ready for dessert?” He smiles gently and I know that I could easily fall in love with this man.

“Ready when you are.”

chapter 8

He stands, pulls a freshly corked bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice, and uncovers a bowl of strawberries. “Follow me.”

“No glasses?”

“We don’t need them.” He leads me into one of the spare bedrooms and sets the bubbly and berries on a bedside table before turning to me. “I will make love to you in my bed tonight, but first we’re going to make a mess and I won’t have you sleeping in that.”

“Good plan.”

“Remove your clothes, Grace.” There’s no please at the end of the sentence, as it’s not a request. It’s a command, one I’m perfectly content to obey. I slip my sweater over my head, then shimmy out of my jeans and stand before him in just my bra and panties. He cocks a brow. “You’re not fully undressed.”

“You could help with these.”

“No.”

Now it’s my turn to cock a brow and turn my back to him. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. All he can see is my naked back, and I hear him chuckle at my stubbornness as well as his own clothing rustling. Next I hook my thumbs in my panties, slowly working them over my hips and down my legs to step out of them.

“Turn around.”

I do and about swallow my tongue when I see his magnificent naked body standing before me. His erection is thick and heavy. His body is golden and firm, with little hair, and in the soft glow of the lamp beside the bed he reminds me of a Norse god.

“You are beautiful,” I whisper. His eyes flare and he reaches for me, lifts me into his arms and kisses me silly as I wrap my legs around his waist, his cock nestled against my core.

“I’m going to tease you in the most delicious of ways,” he murmurs softly as he pulls the covers back on the queen-size bed and lays me down gently. He plucks a strawberry out of the bowl and bites into it, then offers me the other half while it’s still propped in his teeth. I take a bite and as the juices flow down my chin, he kisses me, lapping at the sweet juice.

“Mmm . . . Grace and strawberries. Delicious.”

I grin and watch as he reaches for the champagne. “This is going to be cold,” he warns softly as he tips it over me and drizzles just a light stream of the cold, bubbly wine down my torso, between my breasts to my navel, then leans in and licks it up, nibbling and tugging on my skin.

“Jacob,” I breathe, and writhe beneath him.

“You’re right, that was rude.” He chuckles and tips the bottle, pouring just a sip into my mouth. “Another strawberry?”

He repeats the process from before, enjoying the red fruit with me, kissing me as we chew it, then pouring more wine on my belly.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he growls before pouring a small splash onto my pussy, sending my hips bucking into the air from the cold and the sensation of the liquid against my clit. He sets the bottle on the floor and dives in, lapping at my lips, gently tugging them with his teeth and sucking them again. He licks up to my clit and pushes two fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot.

“Oh fucking hell,” I whisper, lost to him and the delicious things he’s doing to me.

“That’s right, love. God, you’re bloody sexy.” I love how his accent thickens when he’s turned on. “Look at how pink your pussy is. How swollen.”

“My turn,” I whimper. God, I want to drive him as crazy as he’s making me.

“Your turn?”

“Fuck yes, I want to torture you for a while, Sir Baxter.”

He chuckles as he kisses up my body, settles in to suck, nibble, and generally torture my nipples, then kisses up my neck to my mouth.

“I think you’re stuck to me now,” I whisper against his lips. The champagne has turned sticky. He slowly peels himself off me and then flops onto his back and I reach for the strawberries.

I nibble the end off, then trace the fruit over Jacob’s nipples and navel. The juice runs down his sides but I don’t make a move to lick it up. Not yet.

“I like making a mess,” I murmur with a wicked grin.

“So I see,” he replies. “Are you going to clean it up?”

“Eventually.” I grab the champagne and tip it over his torso, drizzling it gently over his nipples and down to his navel. I lean in and lick around his navel, drink the champagne, and then nibble my way up to his nipples, sucking them gently. I reach down, grab his hard cock in my hand and give it two firm pumps, then brush my thumb over the tip and feel a bead of wetness.

“You like this.”

“I fucking love it, darling.” His green eyes are on fire as he stares down at me, watching me devour and explore his body. I move onto my knees at his side and push my ass in the air as my lips travel down the trail of hair to his cock. His hand cups my ass and rubs it softly, then slaps it firmly before caressing it again. “Your ass is brilliant.”

“I’m going to suck your cock, Jacob.”

With a growl, he pushes me back, and before I know it, he’s lifted me in his arms and is stalking through the suite to his master bathroom.

“Hey, I was having fun!”

“I need to get you into the shower, wash you off, and bury my cock inside you, love.”

His words thrill me, but he’s not off the hook. I want to suck his cock, and by God, I will.

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 pussy, 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, fuck, 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 pussy 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 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.

It’s bloody horrifying.

I take a sip of cold tea and motion for Babs to send over a fresh cup. I’m sitting in the restaurant, my laptop open in front of me, and I can’t bloody focus.

I can’t stop thinking about Grace.

“Here you go, boss.” Babs winks and replaces my cold tea with a fresh cup of hot water and Earl Grey on the side.

“Thank you, Babs.”

“Need anything else?”

I shake my head and wave her off. She shrugs and walks away and I stare out the window at the people skiing down the hill, others riding up the lift. It’s late afternoon and I’ve been sitting here since this morning.

I’m supposed to be looking over reports from my financial adviser, but I gave up long ago.

When I first read the note Grace left me that morning, her standing there all rumpled from a long night of sex, I was tempted to shake some sense into her and convince her that I wanted to keep seeing her.

But her note, her words, her body language were clear. It was a weekend fling for her, and nothing more, and as much as it bruises my ego—and my heart—it’s something I just have to learn to live with.

But fuck me, I miss her like mad.

A single woman is seated across the room from me. Her eyes survey the room and stop when she sees me. She looks me up and down and then offers me a cocked brow and a half smile. My gut rolls.

A week ago I would have charmed my way into the beautiful woman’s bed. Now, after Grace, the thought repulses me.

It all comes back to her. Her scent in my sheets, making it impossible for me to sleep at night, yet I’ve forbade housekeeping from changing them. The reminder of how she looked on her knees in my shower every time I step inside it. Grace, making me laugh my ass off as I taught her to ski on my hill.

Fuck, I need her like I need to breathe.

My decision made, I snap my laptop shut and shove it into my briefcase, grab my coat, and stride into the lobby and straight to Jeanette.

“I need Grace’s address, please.”

She tilts her head and says, “You know that’s a violation of privacy law.”

I slap my hand on the counter and lean over it menacingly, baring my teeth. “I’ll bail you out of jail, Jeanette. Give me the bloody address.”

She shrugs and pulls up the information on the computer, writes it down, and passes it to me. “Hold on.”

She disappears into her office and then returns with a scarf. “Grace left this here. You might as well return it to her.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“It was yours to figure out, Bax. But I’m glad you finally did, because you’ve been prowling around here, snapping at anyone who dares look at you sideways all week.” She laughs and shakes her head. “Love is wasted on the young.”

“I never said love . . .”

“Call it what you want.” She waves me off and returns to her computer. “Just go get your girl.”

I hop onto the desk and lean over to lay a smacking kiss on Jeanette’s cheek, then jog out to the valet. “I’ll need the SUV, please.”

“Sure thing.” The attendant leaves to fetch my car and I check my watch. It’s after four. She should be home from school by now, shouldn’t she?

My car arrives and I make my way carefully down the narrow mountain road. If I fall over the embankment, I’ll never get to Grace.

I finally pull up to her small house in a quiet, well-kept neighborhood and cut my engine, watching the house.

I’ve turned into a bloody stalker.

I shake my head as I climb out of the car and make my way up the sidewalk to her front porch. I ring the bell and wait. The house seems to be still. Maybe she’s not home yet? I ring the bell again and hear footsteps in the house, then an angry meow and a loud thud.

“Motherfucker!”

chapter 10

~ Grace ~

This has been the day from hell. I really need to climb into bed and stay there before I break a bone or knock myself out.

I gently touch my cheek and wince as the pain shoots through my head. I pull into my driveway and frown when I see Hannah’s car also sitting in the drive. She’s never usually home at this time on a weekday. As Cunningham Falls’ newest OB/GYN physician, she works long hours.

Sometimes I forget I even have a roommate.

I trudge through the snow up to my porch and trip on the top step, sending me headlong into the door. I barely catch myself with my hand, but still manage to scrape my palm.

“Fucking A, this day sucks,” I mutter between clenched teeth, and push my way inside.

“Grace?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” I toss my keys onto a table by the door and toe my boots off before walking into the living room. “What are you doing home so early?”

“I just ran home to change my clothes,” she replies as she smooths her red hair into a ponytail. “I had a messy delivery.”

“Gross, I don’t want to know.” I shake my head and drop onto the couch.

“What happened to your cheek?”

I shrug one shoulder and don’t answer her.

“Grace, let me look at that.”

“It’s just a bruise.”

“No, it’s not. There’s a cut there, too. Come here.”

“If I move I’ll probably end up flat on my ass for the fourth time today, and I just don’t have the energy to get back up.”

“Come on, friend.” Hannah helps me to my feet and leads me to her small bathroom. “I’m just going to clean it up a bit. It doesn’t need a bandage.”

“It hurts like a bitch.”

“I’m sure it does. How did it happen?” She dampens some cotton balls with peroxide and dabs the cut. I suck my breath in through my teeth. “Sorry,” she murmurs.

“It doesn’t matter how it happened.”

“Wow, you’ve been a bitch to live with all week, Grace. Wanna talk about it?”

I hang my head in my hands and sigh deeply. “I’m sorry, Han. I don’t mean to take my mood out on you. Just kick me and tell me to stop being a bitch.”

“I’d rather talk with you about what’s wrong. This is so unlike you.”

“I can’t always be Miss Roses and Sunshine,” I snap and then slap my hand over my mouth in horror. “Jesus, I’m sorry!”

“See? Bitch.”

“I kind of miss Jacob.”

“He’s right at the top of that mountain,” she reminds me, and points toward Whitetail Mountain.

“I know.”

“So go up there.”

“No, it was just a weekend fling.”

“Right.” She shakes her head and puts the peroxide back under the sink. “I think you should try dating him, but I don’t have the best track record when it comes to men, so you can take that advice or leave it. I do know this: do what makes you happy because, girl, you’re miserable. And you don’t deserve that.”

I wrap my arms around the pretty redhead and hug her close. “Thank you for being the best roomie ever.”

“You’re welcome. I’d suggest a nap, but that blow to the head looks like it could have resulted in a concussion.” She narrows her eyes and peers deeply into my own eyes. “Look up at the light.” I comply and sit patiently as she looks me over.

“There are benefits to living with a doctor.”

“I’ll send you a bill,” Hannah murmurs with a grin. “Nope, no concussion. You should take a nap.”

“Good idea. You headed back to work?”

“Yes. I have one other woman laboring and a few more appointments this afternoon.”

“Ugh, I don’t know how you can work around all of those bodily fluids.” I shiver and follow her out of the bathroom. “See you later.”

“Bye!”

Meow. Slater, Hannah’s old cat, winds his way between my legs, purring and begging to be picked up.

“You’re going to trip me one of these days, you little terrorist.” I pick him up and nuzzle his head and carry him into my bedroom with me. I quickly pull on an oversize T-shirt and climb into bed. Slater joins me, purring happily as I drift off to sleep.

Dingdong!

I wake up and look about the room groggily. There are two kinds of naps, the kind where you wake up refreshed and rested, and the kind where you wake up with dry mouth, drool on your cheek, and not entirely sure what year you’re in.

This nap was the latter.

The ringing persists, so I throw the covers back and stomp out of the bedroom, not even bothering to pull on some yoga pants.

I’m not going to actually open the door. It’s probably a salesman. We definitely need to buy a No Soliciting sign.

Just as I’m crossing the living room to look out the peephole, Slater runs right into my legs, tripping me, and I fall flat on my ass.

Again.

I pound the floor with my fists and scream out, “Motherfucker!”

My ass hurts, my head hurts, and my heart hurts, goddamn it!

I hang my head in my hands and battle the tears that want to come. I’m so frustrated. Why can’t I be graceful? Why am I such a damn klutz?

The door opens and I feel the rush of cold air on my bare legs, before it closes and I’m suddenly lifted off the floor by strong arms.

“What happened, love? Are you okay?”

I look up into worried bright green eyes and am mortified to feel a tear slip down my cheek.

“No, I’m not okay,” I whisper. Jacob sits on my couch and keeps me cradled in his lap.

“Did someone hit you?” His voice is suddenly hard as steel as his eyes roam over my face. He raises a hand to touch my cheek but I flinch back. “I’ll kill whoever did this to you.”

“I ran into a door,” I reply with embarrassment. “No need to become homicidal.”

“Talk to me, darling. What’s wrong?”

“Why are you here?”

“In a minute.” He pulls his knuckles down my uninjured cheek. “First, tell me what’s happened.”

“It was a horrible day. The kids were loud and crabby. They didn’t want to listen. One of them dumped my potted plant onto the floor in a temper tantrum. I walked into a door and did this.” I point to my cheek. “My car’s battery was dead when I got in it to come home, so I had to wait for roadside assistance to come help because most everyone had already left for the day, and I freaking miss you like crazy, and I probably just scared the shit out of you because everyone knows it’s relationship suicide to say something like that when you’re not even in a relationship.”

“Take a breath, my love.” His lips twitch as he soothingly rubs my back and my bare legs. “Do I need to remind you that I came to you, not the other way around? So I guess we can say that I missed you, as well.”

“You did?”

He nods. “That is a bugger of a day that you’ve had.”

“Aye, ’tis.”

He chuckles softly. “I’m not a Scotsman, darling.”

I shrug and smile softly. “So, why are you here?”

“You left your scarf at the lodge,” he replies, and pulls my scarf out of his coat pocket, handing it to me, and I’m instantly mortified.

“Oh, thank you.” I turn to move out of his lap, but he holds me firm.

“And, more important, I wanted to talk to you about the other morning.”

“You did?”

He nods and watches me with sad eyes. Sad?

“Did you really only want a weekend fling, Grace? Is that all it was to you?”

I look down at my lap, but he tilts my chin back to meet my gaze. “No,” I whisper.

“Then why did you say that? Why didn’t you wake me and talk about where to take this next?”

“Because we didn’t make any promises to each other, Jacob, and we’d just barely met.”

“Yet I feel like you know me better than anyone else in my life.” His voice is calm and sure and unapologetic.

“You’re a British knight who owns half of that mountain, and I’m just a schoolteacher.”

“Say that about yourself again and I’ll take you over my knee, love. You’re not just anything.”

I gape at him and then frown in confusion. “I just don’t see how it can work.”

“Let’s look at it this way.” He kisses my fingers and instantly ignites sparks in my belly. I bite my lip and watch his eyes soften. “I’ve been quite miserable without you these past few days. I miss your laughter, your quick wit, and I miss sleeping next to you, sweet Grace. I don’t make a habit of spending the night with women, and I don’t want to spend the night with any woman but you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I admit softly. “I can’t concentrate, which is probably why I’ve been extra clumsy.” I comb my fingers through his hair. “I like you very much.”

“Well then, it seems to me that there’s no reason for us to not see each other. You can come to me on the weekends and I can come down here during the week when you’re in school.”

“You’d do that?”

“Until I talk you into moving in with me, absolutely.” He winks and then sobers. “We can take our time learning each other, darling. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Hmm . . . learning each other, you say.” I take his face in my hands and nuzzle his nose with mine. “What did you have in mind?”

“You want a demonstration?”

“Absolutely. Studies show that it’s easier to learn by doing than by telling. And I know from firsthand experience that you’re an excellent teacher.”

He grins wolfishly and lays me back on the couch.

“You’re wearing nothing but knickers under that shirt.”

“Indeed,” I reply with my best British accent imitation. “I am wearing knickers under this shirt. Should I be wearing trousers?”

“I love your smart mouth, darling.” He chuckles and pulls my panties down my hips, off my legs, and throws them onto the floor. “What’s under here?” He lifts my shirt to find me braless. “Were you in bed, my love?”

“I was napping.”

“Mmm . . .” He pulls a nipple into his mouth and gently sucks while tweaking the other between his fingers. My back arches up off the couch. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not.”

He kisses up my neck as I feel him shifting, pulling something out of his wallet, and then tossing his wallet onto the floor.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

“Maybe you should take them off for me.”

I tug the hem of his T-shirt up over his head and drop it over the edge of the couch before gliding my hands over every inch of smooth skin and hard muscle. “I love your body.”

He groans and buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting up to my ear.

“Take my trousers off, darling.”

I grin and pop the button on his jeans, slide my hands into his underwear, cup his ass in my hands, and push his pants down around his thighs. His cock springs free.

“Oh, someone’s happy to see me.”

“I’m bloody ecstatic to see you, love.”

I take the condom out of his hand and sheathe him myself, then take his heavy fullness into my hand and guide him to my opening.

“This has to be slow, Grace. You’re so fucking small. I couldn’t stand it if I hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, babe.”

He kisses me hard as he slowly pushes inside me. When he’s seated fully, he braces himself on his elbows at either side of my head, his hands bracing my head. He’s panting, doing his best not to move quite yet.

“You feel amazing, Grace.”

“God, so do you.” He begins to move, slowly at first, but before long his thrusts speed up. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up farther so he can go deeper, and we both sigh in pure bliss.

I feel myself contract around him as the energy makes its way through me. I tighten my grip on his shoulders and bite my lip as I come apart beneath him, rocking my hips quickly, insistently.

“Ah, Grace, you’re taking me with you, love. Fucking hell, I’m coming.” With a growl, he rests his forehead on mine and clenches his eyes shut as he finds his own release.

“I’m so happy that you came to find me, Jacob.”

“Always, darling.” He kisses my cheek and smiles down at me. “Shall we continue our lesson in the bedroom?”

“Aye, we shall.”

epilogue

Seven months later . . .

How was your last day of class, darling?” Jacob meets me outside of the lodge and hugs me as soon as I climb out of my new car. He said that I needed a new one, and surprised me with it last month.

I kept insisting the one I had was fine, but when the battery died for the fourth time, he insisted.

And I must admit, it’s not bad driving a Lexus. It’s quite nice, actually.

“It was . . . long.” I laugh and hug him back as he lifts me up off my feet and kisses me soundly. “I’m ready for summer.”

“Excellent. You can move in with me now.”

I shake my head and prop my hands on my hips, but he pretends he doesn’t see it and leads me through the lobby of the lodge, past a waving Jeanette, to his suite.

“We’ve talked about this, Jacob. I’m not ready to move in together. It’s only been seven months.”

“That’s plenty of time for me to know that I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to live up here with me.”

My heart stills and then picks up double time as it always does when he tells me he loves me. It never fails to surprise me.

“I love you, too, you know that.”

“Brilliant. I’ll arrange for the movers.”

“You’ll do no such thing!”

“Jesus, Gracie, just bloody marry me so we can move past this ridiculous argument and we can stop hopping from one house to the other every fucking night!”

I stand and stare at him and then laugh myself silly. “And I thought I was the klutz.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“That was the clumsiest marriage proposal I’ve ever heard!”

He swears under his breath, props his hands on his hips, and hangs his head before looking up at me. “You’re a stubborn woman.”

“How can you be so sure?” I ask softly.

“Sure about what?” He takes my hand and guides me into the living room, sits in a brown leather overstuffed chair, and tugs me into his lap. “Talk to me, Gracie.”

“How do you know for sure that I’m the one you want?”

“I’m not going to get angry about that statement because I know that your parents did a number on you and I love you so much it makes me ache. But I’ll not have you ever repeat that again, love. Do you think this happens to me every day?”

“I think that women—”

“Fuck the women, Grace. I haven’t looked at another woman since the day you fell at my feet and charmed me off of mine. I don’t give two shits about any other woman. It’s only you. And I’m telling you, I’m promising you, it will only ever be you.”

My eyes fill with tears at the fierce determination in his face, in the way he’s holding me so tightly against him, as if I might jump up and run away.

“I love you so much that the thought of ever losing you brings me to my knees,” I whisper. “It scares me.”

“Ah, darling.” He kisses my temple and rests his forehead against my own. “You’re not going to lose me. I’m yours until my last breath, I promise you that.” He pushes his hand into his pocket and pulls out a ring, not in a box, just an amazing round solitaire the size of my fist. “I was going to do this in a more romantic setting, but it seems this is our moment. Please, Grace Elaine Douglas, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs and waits patiently for my answer.

“Of course.”

“Thank Christ.” He slips the ring on my finger and lifts me off the chair, walking swiftly toward the bedroom.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I’m in the mood to demonstrate how much I love my new fiancée.” He grins down at me as he lays me on the bed.

“Jolly good!” I cry and laugh with him as he covers my body with his.

“You’ll get it eventually, love.”