Page 43 of Fairy Tale Lies
“Because,” he growled. “I’ve fantasized about doing this since our first motorcycle ride.”
He turned her, placing her hands on the still-warm leather seat. The position had her bent, with his front against her back. He trailed his hands along her arms, down her sides to her thighs. Once there, he slowly bundled her skirt in his fists.
He leaned back. His groan of appreciation and big hands caressing her naked bottom further inflamed her lust.
There was the rasp of his zipper, then the tear of a condom wrapper. “Are you okay with this?” he asked.
“Yes…please, now.” She shifted back and rubbed against him, leaving no question as to how bad she wanted him.
He pushed roughly inside her, burying himself deep and groaning in obvious satisfaction. “Are…are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” He filled her in a way that sent ripples of pleasure to her toes and all the way to the tips of her ears.
His thrusts were deep and perfect. “Fuck, Greta, you feel good. I’m not going to last.” His breathing had become shallow.
“Neither will I…please…hard.” She needed more than gentleness but found it difficult to articulate her need.
He seemed to understand, slamming deep inside her with a force that reverberated throughout her body, taking her where she needed to go.
Her climax built rapidly, and when he slid a hand from her waist to massage between her legs, she shattered into a million pieces.
He groaned against her neck and stiffened, his orgasm meeting hers. He shouted her name into the night, and it was music to her body and soul.
Chapter Seventeen
Time passed, and nothing existed for Jacob but Greta’s body and a crushing urge to never let her go. Still, his heavy weight couldn’t be comfortable for her. He reluctantly pulled away. He kissed along her spine over the smooth material of her clothing. He yanked up and fastened his jeans before readjusting her dress and covering her glorious body.
He disposed of the condom and returned, enveloping her in his arms. “You are the sexiest woman alive.”
“More like indecent,” she whispered, peeking at him through lashes, her cheeks flushing a charming red.
He ran his thumb across her cheek then kissed it softly. “I find you incredibly sexy when you’re indecent. Hell, you’re sexy when you’re decent.” He took her hand, and they walked to the gazebo near the lake.
It was true. Everything Greta did was seductive.
From the way she chewed her bottom lip when concentrating to the sexy sounds she made when turned on.
Hell, he could live just off her smile for the rest of his life.
His heart skipped a beat in panic, picturing his father’s haunted eyes and broken spirit after Mom’s death. It made Jacob want to run from anything too deep.
Greta squeezed his hand. “Are you okay? You tensed.”
He nodded, swallowing his nerves and going to the picnic table inside the gazebo. He scooted to the center of the table and motioned for her to sit between his legs. “I’m sorry our first time together again was like this. My plan was more along the lines of candles and a soft bed. Not to take you roughly over the back of my Triumph.”
Smiling, she climbed up to sit with him. “Yet, you had a condom.” She rested her back against his chest. “As I recall, last time you weren’t prepared.”
“Sure, I had my plan, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamt about getting you alone for a while,” he murmured into her hair. It smelled like night and flowers. “I learned my lesson. I now follow the Boy Scout motto: Be prepared.”
She laughed, cuddling into him. “I don’t think condoms and sex are what the Scouts had in mind with their motto.” Twisting around, she asked. “Out of curiosity, how long have you been waiting and hoping?”
“Hmm.” He squinted, pretending to consider. “When I first saw you in Swift’s conference room wearing a sexy, prim suit. No wait that isn’t true. I’ve wanted you since leaving your mother’s guest house.”
“That long, huh?” She twisted around and kissed him. “You certainly know how to make a girl feel desired.”
“You’re definitely desired.” He kissed her again, deepening it. They’d made love moments ago, yet he wanted her again.
Greta stared at his chest. “Do you, um, happen to have my panties? I’m feeling a bit exposed.”
