by Kelly Alexis
Please, Please Me
Breathless, Book One
Kelly Alexis
Blushing Books
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He kicked off his pants, then swept me into his arms. "Let's start on the bed."
The promise behind those words sent electric jolts through me. He carried me across the room and eased me down on the bed. As if he couldn't wait any longer, he quickly removed his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt, which he tossed aside. My heated gaze devoured his totally naked body as he stood next to the bed. It was beautiful—a strange word to use to describe a man, but it was as if I was looking at a Michelangelo statue, broad, muscular shoulders, firm pecs, rippled abs, long, muscular legs, and a magnificent penis.
I had never thought the male anatomy was particularly attractive, but his package changed my mind. I wanted to touch it and taste it and feel it inside me. He was also taking the time to look at me. Usually, I'd be scrambling for a blanket to pull over me, but there was something about him that made me totally comfortable with my body. There was no criticism or censure in his eyes, just a growing hunger. I watched his cock grow even more rigid, confirming his extreme arousal, and it was all for me.
He climbed on the bed, straddling me. His hands spread over my rib cage, then slid upward until they cupped my breasts. "God, you're beautiful."
I didn't believe it for a second, but hearing it from his lips made me feel beautiful. My breathing quickened as my body responded. "So are you," I told him with a smile.
He laughed with a flash of his teeth. "I've never been called that before."
"Neither have I," I admitted ruefully.
"Then your husband was blind as well as a fool." He leaned down and kissed my lips, then slowly moved down my neck, nibbling and tasting my skin as if it was the most delicious thing on earth.
My breath caught as he circled one of my nipples with his tongue. He closed his lips around it, sending jagged lightning bolts through me as if I were standing outside in a thunderstorm. Those beautiful white teeth closed on my swollen pink tip, not biting hard, just enough for a flash of pain mixed with intense pleasure. He then pulled my erect nipple into his mouth and suckled it in long, deep draws that I felt all the way down to my vagina.
I squirmed beneath him. I dug my fingernails into his back, unconsciously holding him close. I didn't want him to stop, but the fire in my groin was growing too hot to ignore.
I was acutely aware of him moving to my other nipple, giving it the same focused attention until I thought I was going to explode. This was so much more intense than my earlier response to Erika. Tension wound tighter and tighter inside me. Just when I thought I was going to orgasm, his lips left my breasts. A rush of cold air on my wet nipples replaced the warmth of his mouth, and I looked down in disappointment. But I was quickly distracted by his lips as they moved down the center of my stomach, pausing briefly at my belly button. My stomach sucked in automatically, but before I could recover, he paused at the top of my panties.
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Chapter 1
It wasn't my first limo ride. As the wife of one of the wealthiest men in Denver, I had ridden in countless limos to countless charity events, galas, and to Centennial Airport, where my husband's private plane was hangared. However, this was my first limo ride since I'd become the ex-wife of one of the wealthiest men in Denver.
A light snow started falling when we left the city, but as soon as we turned onto Route 82 heading toward Aspen, the snowfall increased to almost a whiteout. I tried to stay calm, but worries about the weather, the divorce, life after Kevin, and the prospect of spending Christmas alone were whirling to a tornadic level in my brain. I sucked in a deep breath, but the thin mountain air only added to the headache that throbbed behind my temples. I pressed the driver's call button, and the center window silently lowered.
"Yes, Miss Ingalls, may I help you?"
"Is the road icy…uh, Mr.?" Shit, I couldn't remember his name, which made me feel awful. He'd been so nice when he'd picked me up and pointed out all the features and functions of the sleek white stretch limo. He even poured me a glass of white wine, and I'd been too distracted to even pay attention when he introduced himself. It had been difficult to focus ever since I'd found out about Kevin and his girlfriend.
The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror and smiled. "Jimmy," he reminded me gently. "It will probably get much worse tonight, but right now, it's not bad. We've been following a snowplow since we left Glenwood Springs. Don't worry; I'm a very good driver. All you have to do is relax. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No, thank you. I'm on my second glass. It helps."
"I agree. I've got a bottle up here, too."
I felt my eyes widen in horror.
Jimmy laughed. "Just joking." He held up a thermal mug. "Straight black coffee. It will be about another hour. You have a control panel right next to my call button where you can dim the lights and the windows electronically. Just sit back and rest your eyes."
"In case I fall asleep, would you give me a wake-up call when we're fifteen minutes out, Jimmy?"
"Absolutely. Don't worry; you will arrive safely. I guarantee it." The center window glided upward.
I tried to get comfortable. The long couch-like seats were amazingly soft, covered in buttery leather and plump with foam. There were four television sets, all on different stations, but the sound was turned down. A full bar was built into the wall by the door. A fruit-and-cheese tray sat untouched on the small table in front of me, but I was too nervous to eat. I slipped my feet out of the painful four-inch stilettos and buried my toes in the plush carpet. I was having second thoughts about not wearing boots, slacks and a sweater instead of a long-sleeved Armani wool dress. I had actually left directly from the court date that ended my life as Mrs. Kevin Kern.
My attorney, Michael, had set everything up for this trip and practically forced me into the limo. I would rather have crawled into bed and spent the weekend eating ice cream and feeling sorry for myself. To be honest, I wasn't grieving for the loss of Kevin or my status as a society wife. It was more of a profound sadness that the marriage had failed. I had thought Kevin was my one and only, my happily ever after, even though he was almost twenty years older than I was and had already gone through three wives. Our marriage had started well, all hearts and flowers, but after only five years, his attention had drifted. I always suspected there were other women, but when he told me he had fallen for a twenty-year-old University of Colorado coed, I had been shocked. Jeez, I was only twenty-eight an
d already too old for him? The jerk!
It took me a few seconds to figure out which of the remotes was for the music, the TVs and the lights, but finally, I was able to turn off the TVs, select some peaceful New Age music and lower the lights to a warm glow. I finished off the glass of wine then pulled a velvety blanket over me and snuggled into the corner of the couch.
The snow swirled around outside, tapping against the windows and enveloping the vehicle in a snug cocoon. I hadn't slept much for the past six months and didn't think I would be able to nap now, but I closed my eyes and tried to will my body to relax. Lulled by the wine and gentle motion of the limo, my mind had finally shut down and let me sleep.
"Miss Ingalls? Good afternoon, Miss Ingalls." Jimmy's deep voice gradually broke into my consciousness.
"Are we there?" I sat up and blinked, trying to remember why I was in a limo.
"We just turned off the main road. In five miles, we'll reach the resort's front gates. A couple more miles after that, and we're there."
I looked around and saw nothing outside my windows but wilderness. "My God… How do people ever find this place?"
The driver laughed.
"What's so funny?" It seemed like a logical question.
"Our guests are…exclusive. Mr. Ryan will explain."
"Must be some website."
"We only take referrals."
I was growing more intrigued by the moment. Michael had told me to expect to be amazed and impressed. Other than that, I had no idea what the Breathless Resort and Spa was all about. I strained to see out the windows and was surprised that it was still daylight. The snow had let up slightly, so I could see the wall of evergreens on each side of the vehicle. Snow frosted the tops of the heavy, dark-green limbs, and crystal icicles hung below them. "It's beautiful."
"Welcome to my office," Jimmy said with a smile. "We've gotten three or four inches, so far, and more predicted in the next few days. It looks like we'll have a white Christmas."
I had no comment. The mention of Christmas thrust me back into my funk. This year, Christmas was going to be just another day of the week, nothing special. Jimmy turned his focus back to the road, and I took advantage of the next few miles to freshen my makeup and comb my long dark brown hair and twist it back into a neat bun. I stared critically at my face in the small mirror of my compact. Big blue eyes, full red lips, high cheekbones, all features Kevin had once been proud to show off to his clients. But six years had added a maturity he apparently didn't admire, because the bimbo he was with now was barely legal. I sighed and snapped the compact shut. Who was I trying to impress? I might be staying at a luxury hotel, but I would probably spend the next four days curled in a ball on the bed, drinking wine out of the minibar and watching pay-per-view movies.
The limo stopped. In front of us, there was an elaborate black wrought-iron double gate decorated with intricate filigree and a bronze sign that simply said Breathless Resort—Private. A matching eight-foot-tall fence stretched into the woods in both directions, leaving no doubt that uninvited visitors weren't welcome.
Jimmy held out a magnetic card to a reader until a green light blinked, and the two gates rolled open. He drove through the opening and onto a narrow, winding driveway. I glanced back in time to see the big gates slide closed behind us. I adjusted the window tint to zero and searched the road ahead, anxious for my first sight of the resort. I was familiar with Aspen because Kevin and I had spent the past five Christmases in his chalet at the base of the ski slopes. But I had never heard so much as a whisper about the Breathless Resort and Spa, which seemed odd. If there was one thing Aspen regulars liked to do, it was to drop names of designers and special places, the more expensive and exclusive, the better.
The thought of not being at the Aspen house distracted me. I would miss going out in the woods with one of the caretakers and selecting a twenty-foot-tall tree for the den. Of course, Kevin had gotten that house in the settlement, as well as the one in Cherry Creek, the plane, and all the vehicles except my BMW SUV. I'd received a generous cash settlement and a penthouse loft in One Wynkoop Plaza in LoDo, a trendy spot in Denver that had been brought back to life by the opening of Coors Field. But it was too big for just me, and the building fees were ridiculous, so I'd probably end up selling the loft. But that was something I could worry about after the first of the year.
Breathe…relax…breathe…relax, I repeated, giving myself a mental shake. It wasn't like my heart was broken. Being in a loveless marriage had crushed my self-esteem, especially when it was apparently so easy for him to dump me for a new model. Breathe…relax…
"Some days, the deer and elk are so thick through here that I have to drive really slow, especially at night. They like to jump out in the road and just stop," Jimmy told me, as if he was aware of my distress and was trying to change the subject.
I smiled at his effort and tried to pick out the shape of an animal in the woods. "They're probably bedded down until the snow stops." Watching the wildlife around Aspen had always been one of my favorite pastimes. "I'll bet you get some cougars and bears through here, too, don't you?"
Jimmy nodded. "We're pretty secluded, so the animals feel comfortable here. Last year, we even had a few moose spend the summer in the meadow. You'll be able to hear the wolves and coyotes at night."
"Better than hearing traffic and horns blasting," I commented.
"We're close now."
Jimmy guided the car around a final curve, and all other thoughts left my mind as a sprawling stone-and-wood structure filled the horizon. The magnificent four-story building seemed to rise out of the mountaintop it was built upon. A copper roof, weathered to a warm green, with dozens of gables jutting out and at least as many chimneys, was almost covered in snow. If it weren’t for the warm lights dotting the front wall, the whole building would have blended into its background like a mythical castle. Tall, bare-limbed Aspen trees surrounded it, their white bark looking like uniformed sentries guarding the resort.
Jimmy stopped short of the resort's grand three-story-high portico and turned to look back at me. "What do you think? It's pretty spectacular, isn't it?"
"I've stayed in five-star resorts before, but this place is incredible. I can't believe I've never heard of it before."
"I'm not surprised. Our clientele values our exclusivity. I guarantee this is one vacation you'll never forget."
It was a big promise. My expectations weren't overly high, but I was looking forward to being pampered for a few days before returning to harsh reality.
"The most important person here is Nicole Cramer, our concierge. She'll get you settled in and tend to your every need. As she will tell you, there's nothing that can't be delivered by room service."
Good, because I planned on taking all my meals in my room.
Jimmy rolled slowly through the arched opening of the portico and stopped in front of the tall etched-glass double doors. The snow drifted leisurely down as the light breeze took it around the protection of the tall wood-beam-supported portico roof, but the driveway was dry due to the radiant heaters hanging overhead. A tall, muscular young man wearing a red uniform long-sleeved jacket with black trim and black dress pants and shoes approached the rear door of the limo.
The man opened the door and extended his hand inside the car to assist me in exiting the vehicle. "Good afternoon, Miss Ingalls, and welcome. My name is Nathan."
I slipped my feet back into the Jimmy Choo heels, put on my expensive fake-fur coat and took his hand. The warmth of the heaters chased away the chill as I stepped out of the limo. It had taken us almost four hours to make the trip, and it felt good to stretch my legs. "Thank you, Nathan. Do I detect a Bahamian accent…or maybe Bermudian?"
Nathan's eyes twinkled at the recognition of his heritage. "Very good ear, Miss Ingalls. I'm from Greencastle, South Eleuthera Island, in the Bahamas. Come with me, please. Let's get you indoors." He pulled one of the doors open and held it for me.
I walked into the reso
rt's circular foyer. The concierge desk was in a nook on the left, and there was a door to the right leading to an office with a brass plaque on the door engraved with the name Blake Ryan. The foyer opened into a great room with stone walls, a vaulted post-and-beam ceiling and skylights in the metal roof. A floating staircase curled its way to the top floor, accented with heavy wooden planks for steps and intricate wrought-iron railings with outlines of mountain peaks, elk, deer, bears, and pine trees. A large chandelier decorated with elk and mule-deer antlers hung in the center, and there were small spotlights on the walls casting irregular and interesting shadows up the rocks. A huge Christmas tree that put any tree I ever had to shame dominated the wall of windows across the back. The tree was decorated in thousands of twinkling white lights and hundreds of colorful ornaments and filled the room with the fresh scent of the forest.
There were singles, pairs, and small groups of people sitting in front of a fireplace that was so tall, a person could stand up inside. But today, a crackling fire filled the space and warmed the room, adding to the delicious woodsy fragrance. Several comfortable-looking sofas of various sizes were arranged to accommodate different dynamics, so no one felt uncomfortable sitting alone, reading, or even napping. There were no children, only adults chatting, laughing, and enjoying their beverages served in elegant stemware.
"Miss Ingalls, this is Blake Ryan, owner of the Breathless Resort."
Blake reached out, took my hand and kissed the back of it in a charmingly old-fashioned greeting. "Miss Ingalls, welcome to Breathless. My apologies for not greeting you at your limo today. I was on the phone with your attorney, Michael. He wanted my assurance that you would be well taken care of during your stay."