His mouth twitches at the corners. “I was concerned you’d feel uncomfortable.”
“The meal was lovely, the view spectacular, but I was always going to have a great evening, because I spent it with you.”
Jack takes my hand and presses it to his lips. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. I can’t imagine…”
I let him leave his words unfinished. I don’t want to imagine what life will be like when Jack goes back to New York. I know there will come a time when I don’t know him anymore. I can’t bear to think about Jack back in New York, dating some society girl. Getting married to a suitable woman from a good family.
It might just kill me.
We don’t discuss it, but as we exit the Club, we get into one of the golf carts outside and head over to Jack’s lodge. Our relationship isn’t all about the sex, but I’d happily spend the rest of my life naked with Jack.
“I’ve been wanting to get you naked all evening,” he says, as we pull up in front of his lodge.
“I thought you liked me for my witty conversation, Jack.”
“That too,” he says. “And your kindness, the way you look after your family, your intelligence and creativity. But that dress?”
I splurged on this blue dress online and it only arrived this morning. It covers me neck to toe, but it fits close to my body.
His eyes grow hooded and he cups my face with his hand. “That dress is the kind of dress that needs to be taken off.”
My nipples press tight against the lace of my bra and heat rises in my body, like I stepped into a sauna. I just nod at Jack. It’s all I can do. My mouth is dry, my knees are weak, and everywhere he touches me, he sets alight.
I don’t remember climbing the stairs to the lodge and getting inside. I don’t know how we ended up in the bedroom. But now that we’re here, I’m very aware of everything. The pulse in my neck, the shallow breaths that make my chest rise and fall, and Jack, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers as he peels off my dress.
His hair is silky between my fingers. I would kill for hair this soft.
“Jack,” I say, as my dress pools at my feet.
“Like I said, the dress looks great on my bedroom floor. And now I’m going to devour you.”
I step away from him and shake my head. “No,” I say, and I slide to my knees. “I want to devouryou.”
He groans and shakes off his shirt as I unzip his pants. Jack is big. I’m not quite sure how this will work, but I want him in my mouth. I want him every way I can get him. He’s already hard, straining against his stomach, and I can’t help but smile to myself.
I’m just some small-town girl who works on a farm.
He’s a man who could have any woman he wants.
But all his hardness is for me.
He steps out of his trousers and stands before me entirely naked. His body is muscular, but not bulky. His muscles shift under his skin, and I reach up to his chest and smooth my palms down his hard body, enjoying the ravines and lines, like they’re my own personal map of the rivers of Colorado.
“Can I ask you to do something?” Jack asks.
“You going to give me direction?” I ask, smiling at him.
He shakes his head. “Not at all. But could you put your hair up? Like in a bun?”
I raise my eyebrows. “I can do that.” I’ve been able to get my hair in a bun without any pins since I was six years old. I stand, step back, snap my bra undone and let it fall to the floor. If he wants a visual, he’s going to get a visual.
I lift my hands up to my hair and scrape my fingers through, getting it into a ponytail before twisting it up and around, tucking in the ends.
“Fuck, I can die a happy man, now.”
I smile and step back toward him.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
