Page 84 of Fairy Tale Lies
There was the quiet scrape of a chair across the wooden floor. Opening her eyes, he sat in front of her open legs. “This is the wine I want,” he growled hungrily.
His voice promised paradise, and his mouth delivered. All it took was a couple of mind-blowing strokes of his tongue, and her whole body came apart.
She panted his name and tried to press her legs together. The blissful sensations were almost too much to bear. Jacob held her in place and didn’t stop his sensual torture until every last spasm had passed through her body, and she was begging for mercy.
He stood, watching her with hooded eyes. “I swear, Greta, you’re the best meal I’ve had on this table.”
She lay, naked and exposed. He was fully dressed. She should be embarrassed, instead was incredibly turned on.
“Come here and finish your meal.” She hooked a leg around his waist, bringing him back.
“As you wish.” He grabbed his shirt and tugged it off, tossing it on a chair. He made fast work of his jeans and boxer briefs, promptly returning between her legs. In one rapid movement, he pulled her to the edge of the table and thrust, burying himself deep inside her.
He swore, stilling.
Guessing his hesitation, she said, “It’s okay. Remember, I told you I was getting on the pill? We’re safe. It’s been over a month.”
He released a loud breath. “Greta. The feel of you--there aren’t words to describe it.”
She understood. The skin to skin contact, everywhere, gave an extra level of closeness with him.
Stretching over her, he blew out the two big candles on the table. He shifted back, his gaze meeting hers. Never breaking eye contact, he placed her legs on his shoulders. Moved back, he hesitated, then slammed back into her.
Oh. My. God.
“Damn, Greta, I’ve missed you. Missed this,” he grated through clenched teeth.
Watching him lose control was intoxicating.
She dug her nails into his straining biceps, knowing this, along with her moans and pleas, spurred him on. His rough rhythm was a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. Her second orgasm built and coiled around her.
Never slowing, he shifted her legs. The added friction had her climax slamming through her. His followed seconds later. His body locked, and his guttural growls filled the otherwise silent house.
Afterward, she lay sprawled on the table, boneless. Jacob propped his elbows on each side of her, smoothing back her damp hair with his fingertips. “Damn. I’ve missed you.”
She opened her mouth to agree, but a slight burnt smell caught her attention. “Um, Jacob, are you sure dinner isn’t finished?”
“Oh shit.” He dashed to the oven. Shutting it off, he squatted and peered inside. He twisted around, smiling apologetically. “Dinner might be a tad dry.”
“Oh well.” She laughed, scooting off the table. “At least the appetizer was amazing.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Greta sighed, snuggling into Jacob. Contentment encircled her like a cashmere blanket. His gaze shifted from the TV to her, and he smiled sleepily. His arm draped across her shoulders while his fingers stroked lazy lines up and down her arm, lulling her closer to sleep.
She glanced at her watch and was surprised to find it only a little past ten. Still, it had been a marathon day. She’d caught him rubbing his eyes and yawning often. She understood. Her whole body was fatigued, and her eyes itched to remain closed each time she blinked.
Christmas had started early and ended late, with lots of merriment in between. She’d awoken well before the sun had made its way over the horizon to begin its diamond dance with the snow. She’d been too excited to give Jacob his gift to sleep late.
She’d commissioned an artist from college to make a metal sign to hang in his new building, and the welder’s work was spectacular. The hardest part was getting his gift from Lansing to Detroit. The sign was three feet wide by six feet in length. She’d had to rent a truck and asked Miguel, along with two of his friends, to bring it to Jacob’s house. Will helped her hide it in the garage, and since then she’d been bursting to show Jacob.
Luckily, she hadn’t had to wait too long on Christmas morning. She’d awoken to find him already awake, not a trace of sleepiness on his handsome face. He’d confessed to being up for at least an hour, too excited to sleep. Turning, he clicked on the nightstand’s dim lamp then retrieved a small, wrapped rectangle box from the drawer. He handed it to her, and with shaky hands, she tore at the wrapping, popping open the lid.
Her breath caught. Inside, twinkling against black velvet, was one of the prettiest necklaces she’d ever seen. It had two platinum chains. The shorter one had a lightning bolt pendant with a diamond in the center. Dangling from the longer one was a gorgeous sphere-shaped stone. It swirled with blues and blacks, along with a couple of rivulets of crimson.
She sat, letting the sheet fall to her waist, and Jacob placed the delicate piece of jewelry on her neck. While he fastened the clasp, he told her the stone was called a Pietersite. It was supposed to shield her from the harmful effects of technology. He said this gave him comfort since her job required her to spend lots of hours in front of a computer, but what had brought him into the shop when he’d spotted the necklace was the memory it had evoked.
It had reminded him of the first time they’d met. The lightning bolt, along with the chaotic blues in the stone, embodied the storm raging that day, and the red spike shooting through the amulet signified their intense desire.
