I grew restless, desiring more. “Please,” I panted, already quite breathless. I lay on my back at his mercy, allowing him to do with me as he pleased.
“Please, what?” Jaxson asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear. I wasn’t above begging, but I was already doing that when his fingers teased against my panties, and he bent down, blowing softly over my center.
My insides throbbed to be touched, pleased, and satisfied. Was he going to tease me to oblivion? “Please, Sir?”
“Not what I was looking for, but I do like the sound of that,” Jaxson crooned. “I never would have taken you for a submissive.”
“I’m not,” I countered defensively.
“There’s nothing wrong if you are, Freckles,” Jaxson said with a grin. His fingers grazed my heated core through my panties, but he hadn’t removed my last two shreds of clothes yet, my panties or bra.
Growing restless, I shifted slightly, undoing my bra and letting the material hit the bed, not caring quite where it landed. “That’s better,” I exhaled a soft sigh.
“That it is,” Jaxson said, pleased with my decision. His tongue teased me through my panties, finding that sweet spot to make my toes curl.
My eyes slipped shut, my fingers tugged on the bedsheets, curling between my digits as his fingers took his sweet time to glide my last remaining bit of clothing off. His lips and tongue danced over my skin on a warm path down my thigh, inch by inch until I wore nothing.
I tried to sit up, pulling at him to come closer. What happened to the hard and frantic pace that we’d started? I wanted that, and he’d gone slow and sweet, savoring his time with me. “You’re going to kill me,” I muttered, my back arching off the mattress as his kisses trailed higher toward his intended destination.
His breath lingered for a moment before crawling back up my body while his fingers slid down between my thighs, finding my wetness. “Not kill you, just bring you toward the brink multiple times,” Jaxson whispered before his lips landed on mine once again.
Warm fingers caressed my body, exciting and arousing me while he guided my legs further apart, climbing above me. My hand moved down his skin, wanting to take him in, touch him, stroke him before guiding him inside of me.
Slowly his warmth, his body became one with mine. I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around him, guiding him further and deeper, my back arching off the mattress. Everything fit perfect.
I clung to him and a flood of warmth tingled within my body. My toes curled, and my insides spasmed.
“I’m going to—”
I didn’t let him go, our bodies one. It was too good, too intense, and I didn’t have to worry. “You better,” I muttered into his ear, nipping the lobe before finally letting go, collapsing against the mattress, gasping for air.
He shuddered and grunted the last few strokes, falling against me before rolling onto his side, catching his breath.
A long silence fell over us, breathing hard, hearts racing in unison.
My eyes fell shut, and the comfort from a warm blanket pulled up and draped over my naked form lulled me toward sleep. I wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. Sleep cocooned me, and after the exhausting day earlier, I was out cold.
* * *
I rolled over in bed, my arm snaked out, finding the mattress beside me cold. I was alone. “Jaxson?” I mumbled and rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes.
He didn’t answer me. No one answered. Irritated, I sat up in bed, discovering I was indeed naked and hadn’t dreamed the previous night. Sighing, I didn’t know why he left, but it didn’t matter. If he wanted this to be nothing more than a one-night stand, I could handle that responsibility. I had told him from the beginning that I wasn’t looking for a commitment or a relationship.
Begrudgingly, I pushed myself out of bed. “Shit!” I cursed, glancing at the battery-operated clock on my bedside table. My alarm hadn’t gone off. If I didn’t high-tail my ass out of the house soon, I would be late for work. I stumbled through the house, half asleep, pulling a fresh change of clothes on and skipping coffee. There would be coffee at the resort, and I could grab a hot cup when I got to work.
Tossing clothes on, sliding into the warm boots Jaxson gave me, hurrying out the door. I couldn’t afford to get a mark on my attendance record or get sacked from my job. The pay wasn’t spectacular, but I’d made ends meet over the past month.
My foot was like lead on the gas, swerving down the mountain at a pace I wasn’t even comfortable with, and I’d become accustomed to driving back and forth daily. Every so often, I glanced at the clock, willing time to stop. I knew that was an impossibility, but I hoped that I’d picked up a few minutes on my swift attempt down the mountain. The only way faster would have been skiing down the slopes, and that wouldn’t have ended well for my car or me.
White knuckles gripped the steering wheel. I tried not to think about Jaxson, the heat of his kisses, the taste of his lips, the warmth of his body above mine, overpowering me. Last night had been amazing, and he’d disappeared after, without a trace.
I’d glanced at my phone before flying off into the car. He hadn’t texted. There were no missed calls. I shouldn’t have been pissed, but I had the right to feel something. He’d opened the door to my heart. Trusting didn’t come easy, and he bailed the minute after he got what he wanted, sex.
“Damn him!” I shouted, slamming my hand against the steering wheel. My heart thudded against my chest. I shifted on the fabric of the seat, hurrying to get to work and anxious for a variety of reasons. I had to keep what we did a secret. I couldn’t tell anyone, least of all Emma.
Hurrying into the parking lot, I slammed on the brakes—the car jolting forward as I came to an abrupt halt. I threw myself out of the car, locked the doors, and with a brisk pace, rushed inside the resort.
The front desk was around the corner, and I barreled inside. Just as I was around the corner, I froze. I recognized the gentleman from the other day, the one with the leather jacket and baseball hat, an odd combination for the current weather. Everyone in Breckenridge had thick down jackets, ski coats, or heavy parkas. The black leather didn’t look the least bit warm and had to be made for spring.
“I’m sorry, Sir. We can’t give out information about our guests at the resort,” Emma said. She stood behind the front desk, a plastered smile on her face. Her brow furrowed as she tilted her head slightly to the side.
“I’m not looking for a guest. I believe the woman is an employee and her name is Ariella Ryan.”