Jade nodded, her eyes lighting up. “We shoot commercials for all kinds of companies… mostly car commercials, which means I know a lot more about Audis than I ever wanted to.”
Dawson laughed. “Do you have to write the ads yourself?” he asked, figuring that she probably had to do a hell of a lot of product research.
“I did when I first started out. But I’m a director now, so I don’t write all the scripts myself anymore. Still, I do a lot, and the clients definitely expect me to know the products inside and out.”
Dawson leaned back in his chair, impressed. “I never would’ve guessed you for a hotshot ad exec.”
Jade arched a dark brow at him over the rim of her glass. “Oh yeah? Do I not look the part?”
Sensing he was entering dangerous territory, Dawson reached across the table and took her hand in his. “It’s not that,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “It’s just that when I first met you, you were standing behind a reception desk and checking me in to my cabin.”
A light blush colored her cheeks. “That’s true,” she said, laughter edging her voice. “I wonder what my colleagues would have thought if they’d seen me.”
Their food arrived, and silence descended upon the table as they dug into their respective plates. “Mmm,” Dawson hummed appreciatively around a mouthful of steak. “This is really good.”
Jade nodded, then swallowed her forkful of fettuccini. “My grandparents take great pride in their resort. They make sure everything here is top-notch.”
“I talked to your grandfather in the lobby this morning,” Dawson told her. “He came up and asked me how my stay was and if I needed anything. He’s a charming guy.”
Jade’s eyes sparkled. “He is,” she agreed. “He’s one of my favorite people. Part of me wishes I could come out here more often, but I have a demanding job. And besides, I get a little stir-crazy after spending too much time here.” She laughed a little. “Turns out I’m a city girl even though I wasn’t born one.”
“So are you planning on staying here until after Christmas?”
“I would like to,” she said, but her green eyes slanted away. “More than likely, though, I’ll get called back to the studio for something. But, I’m hoping to be here for Christmas Day.”
“That’s too bad.” Dawson took her hand up in his again and lowered his lips to her knuckles, enjoying the way her warm skin felt against his lips. “I would have enjoyed spending Christmas with you.”
He felt her blood race beneath her skin as a lovely flush appeared beneath her cheeks. “I –”
“Shh.” Sensing her nerves, he squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you. Let’s just enjoy our time together while we still have it, okay?”
Her nerves melted away into a smile that warmed him in all the right places. “I can get behind that.”
Chapter Five
After dinner, Dawson and Jade headed back to his cabin with plans to enjoy some hot chocolate by the fire. As they walked down the snowy hill, all bundled up from the cold, Dawson took Jade’s hand in hers, and a current of warmth traveled up her arm and through her body.
She’d never grown so close to a man this quickly, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. Hot, charming, sweet, attentive… he was every woman’s dream. But life in Hollywood had taught Jade that things were rarely what they seemed—no one was perfect and everybody had demons and skeletons. The more flawless someone appeared to be on the outside, the bigger the flaws they hid.
“These stars… they’re so incredible,” Dawson murmured. His head was tilted back so that he could view the constellations as they walked. Moonlight traced the edges of his strong jawline and made his silver eyes glow even brighter. “I never get to see anything like this in LA.”
Jade smiled. “It’s one of my favorite things about coming out here.” She tilted her head back so that she could gaze up at the stars with him. “Do you know any of the constellations?”
He did, indeed. And as they walked the rest of the way back, pointing out Virgo and Sirius and the Big Dipper and other groupings of stars, Jade thought that if there was a flaw in Dawson, she didn’t need to know about it, not now. Right this moment she was content to be with him, to feel his hand in hers and look up at the night sky and ponder all its mysteries.
“Here we are,” Dawson finally said, stopping in front of one of the cabins. From the size of things, it was a one-bedroom, and Jade knew it would be cozy but comfortable.
The keys jangled, and then the lock turned and they went inside. Dawson flipped on a switch, and Jade stood near the front door as he crouched down in front of the fireplace to start a fire. The cabin was designed with an open floor plan with the right half of the square room taken up by the living room and the left half taken up by the dining table and chairs just passed the doorway. The little kitchen was tucked in to the back corner. There was a door beyond the wall that led into the bedroom suite. Its nearness sent nervous energy crackling through Jade, forcing her to look away.
“I’ll go and get the hot chocolate started,” she called as Dawson futzed around with kindling. He’d reserved the cabin for a month, so she knew her grandparents would have ordered the staff to stock the kitchen. Sure enough, inside the cupboards she found marshmallows, cocoa powder and sugar. She put milk on the stove to heat, and then mixed the sugar and cocoa into the bottoms of two mugs and waited.
“Hey there.” Strong arms banded around her waist, and heat snaked through her as Dawson pulled her back flush against his hard chest. “Didn’t realize you were making it from scratch. I've got instant packs around here somewhere.”
Jade craned her neck to look up at him. “I always prefer homemade,” she said softly, bespelled by the liquid silver of his eyes. Their mouths were only a few inches apart, and she could feel his heart beating, strong and steady, against the base of her skull as she leaned against him.
“Just like momma used to make,” he agreed, and then he dipped his head to kiss her.
His lips were soft, but the kiss was hungry. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed, sucked and nibbled at her lips until she gave him entry, then plundered her mouth with masterful strokes of his tongue. She lifted her arms to slide her fingers into his thick, wavy hair, loving the feel of the silky tresses against her skin, and angled her head back further to give him access.
The hiss of boiling milk reached her ears, and with a gasp, she jolted away, then removed the overflowing pot from the burner. “Crap, crap, crap,” she chanted, hunting up a paper towel.
“It’s alright,” Dawson said, his deep voice tinged with humor and something darker that sounded a lot like sexual frustration. “I’ve got it.” He grabbed the sponge from behind the sink, wet it, and began mopping up the spill.
“Thanks.” She sighed, then turned to pour the milk into the mugs. Man, but those kisses of his were a deadly distraction. If things had gone any further she probably would have been so lost she wouldn’t have noticed if the cabin caught fire. Dawson was all-consuming—everything about him called to her, lighting fires inside of her in places she hadn’t know existed and obliterating all other thoughts not directly related to shimmying him out of his pants.
Now there’s a thought. A blush lit her cheeks as visions of Dawson lying naked teased her, quickening her pulse. She wondered if his unveiled body would even come close to the fantasies she was conjuring.
“Do you want your hot chocolate grown-up style?”
Dawson arched a brow at her as he squeezed out the sponge, finished mopping up the milk. “Grown-up style? Does that mean with alcohol?”
"Whiskey, specifically.” She grinned. “I assume you have some around here?”
“Hell, yeah.” He went to the bedroom and came back with a bottle of the amber liquid. “Hadn’t had a chance to unpack it yet, but what’s a vacation without a little booze?” he asked as she poured a generous amount into their hot chocolate.
"Amen.” They clinked their glass
es together, and then drank—or rather sipped because it was still piping hot. Jade wished she’d had some whipped cream to put on top, but, honestly, it was still very good—the whiskey warmed her even faster than normal hot chocolate would, blazing a fiery path down her throat and sending tingles through her extremities.
"Let’s sit by the fire,” Dawson suggested.
She let him draw her over to the living room area and down on the couch that sat across from the fireplace, separated only by a wooden coffee table. Even from this distance she could feel the heat of the flames, and she watched the way the firelight illuminated portions of his face—the tops of his cheekbones—while casting others in shadow—the bow of his mouth.
His eyes gleamed as he faced her, and he set his half-empty mug aside. “Come here.”
She shivered at the command in his voice and drew closer to him almost involuntarily. He took her mug of chocolate from her, then cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly. Heat simmered low in her belly as he slid his tongue inside her mouth again, and she moaned at the taste of him, mixed with the chocolate and sugar and whiskey.
"I love the way you taste,” he growled, and then kissed her again. She clung to him as he devoured her, overwhelmed by a reckless need to let him consume her. A bead of sweat trickled down between her breasts, and she realized she was hot. Whether or not it was from the fire, the heat rolling off of Dawson’s body, or the desire burning inside her, she wasn’t sure—but she wanted her sweater off, and she wanted it now.
"Oh yeah, baby.” Dawson made a low sound of approval in his throat as she began pulling off her sweater dress, and she froze with the garment halfway up her belly, suddenly aware of his burning silver eyes on her. She knew she was beautiful, but Dawson was built like a god, and she was struck with a wave of self-consciousness.
"Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed, sensing her reluctance. “I want to see you.” His molten eyes gentled a little, and she exhaled, then pulled the sweater off the rest of the way, revealing the lacy black bra she wore beneath.
She held her breath as he stared at her, his hot eyes roaming every inch of her exposed flesh. “Exquisite,” he murmured, sliding his big hands up and down her sides. They were firm and hot and sent shivers of need through her. “You're a Goddess.”
She laughed a little at the way he’d mirrored her thoughts about him. “I don’t know about that,” she told him.
“Oh, I do,” he assured her, popping the clasp on her bra. It slid down her shoulders, and he tugged it free, then took her breasts in hand, flexing gently. “You have no idea how disappointing it is to squeeze fake breasts. The fact that yours are big and round and real... it’s like a miracle.”
Her giggle turned into a sharp breath when he slid his thumbs across her nipples. Back and forth, back and forth he went until they grew tight with need.
"Arch your back,” he ordered, splaying one big hand against her lower back. She did as he said, and he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. A moan echoed from her lips as he bit down gently with his teeth, sending a spark of pleasure-pain through her, and she clutched his head as he began to suck.
He worked one nipple and then the other, going back and forth until she was in a frenzy. Who knew nipple play could be so hot? He hadn’t even touched her between her legs and already her pussy was aching, a throbbing knot of need just waiting to be filled. Needing release, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him, wanting to feel him against her even if it was just his clothes.
"Take this off,” she panted, tugging at his sweater.
His eyes gleamed with lust and humor. “Yes, ma'am.” He lifted his arms and allowed her to help him get the sweater off.
She growled when she saw the linen button up beneath it. “You have too many clothes,” she informed him, getting to work on his buttons.
He arched a black brow. “Usually that’s my line.” Lips curved in a wicked smile, he leaned back and watched as she undid the buttons, revealing an expanse of tawny chest lightly dusted with hair. One by one, she counted each of his abs as she uncovered them... one, two, three, four, five, six….
The shirt fell away, exposing the waistband of the corduroys riding on his hips, and she gasped. “You have eight?”
Dawson chuckled. “You seem surprised.”
She shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. “I've never been with a man who’s had an eight-pack. She thought they only existed on body builders and fitness buffs, and her eyes narrowed. “You're not one of those guys who spends all his time in the gym, are you?”
"No.” His grin widened. “I’m just blessed with good genes.”
"No kidding,” she murmured. Gently, she splayed her palms against his lower abs, right where his torso met his hips, and glided them upward. Ridges and curves of muscle rippled beneath her palms as she went, up, up, up, and his eyes darkened when she scraped against his nipples. His hips shifted beneath her, pressing his arousal more firmly between her legs, and she sucked in another sharp breath.
"Grind.” He slid his hands beneath her leggings and the waistband of her underwear to cup her cheeks. “I want to feel your ass moving against my hands.”
Those erotically charged words sent a bolt of need through her. Bracing her hands against the back of the couch, she began to slowly rock her hips, back and forth, back and forth, rubbing herself against the bulge straining against his zipper. His eyes grew darker, and his hands tightened on her ass, urging her faster.
"God yes,” he growled as her breasts brushed against his face. He took her right nipple into his mouth, and she whimpered, the need between her legs building sharply. He was consuming her already, branding her with his mouth on her breast and his hands on her ass, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
"Faster,” he urged, rocking his hips beneath her. “I want to watch you come.”
The dam broke, and she cried out as pleasure rushed through her, leaving her breathless. His eyes flashed, his lips curving in a fierce grin of satisfaction, and his fingers dug into her ass so hard she knew it would leave marks. But she didn’t care—she was still stunned by the fact that she’d come as well as she had even though he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
Her muscles relaxed, she laid her head against his chest, but he didn’t give her a reprieve. Instead, he tucked her legs more firmly around his hips and then lifted her to walk across the living room. He opened the bedroom door and flipped the light switch on, and then he laid her out atop the comforter of the queen-sized mattress.
"You're so wet already,” he growled, rubbing his hand between her legs. She whimpered each time his fingers brushed against her sweet spot. “But not wet enough.”
Her eyes flew open. “Feels pretty wet to me down there,” she said as he began tugging off her panties. Wet and throbbing, the fact of the matter was that she’d never been more aroused in her life.
He chuckled. “Yes, but you need to be ready for me.”
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant by that, and then all the air left her lungs as he slid his pants and boxers down, revealing the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life. “Holy shit,” she whispered, reaching for him. As her fingers wrapped around his velvet-steel length, she swallowed hard—it had to be eight inches long, at least.
Her fingers tightened instinctively around his him, drawing a groan from him. Startled, she flicked her eyes up to see his face tighten and his silver eyes flare bright with desire. Her lips curved, some of the awe and nerves from her initial shock fading away at his reaction. Sure, maybe he was big, but he was still as human as she, as evidenced by his response.
Slowly, she began massaging his cock, sliding her fist up and down his silky length. His eyes gleamed hot from above, and the sight of him looming over her, standing at the edge of the bed in all his naked glory, stole her breath. He was truly, truly magnificent.
Wanting to feel him, she sat up straight and scooted to the edge of the bed until the insides of her thighs brushed against
his muscular legs. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue from below his navel up to the top of his abs, tasting sweat and musk. His taut muscles jumped beneath her tongue, and his cock flexed in her hand.
"Woman,” he growled, his voice darker than she’d ever heard it. “You're killing me.”
She looked up at him, eyes sparkling with laughter. “Yeah, well I have to make sure you're ready for me, too.”
He chuckled then gently pushed her back down onto the bed and crawled on top of her. “You're so bad,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her again. As his tongue slid inside her mouth, he nudged her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of her.
"Oooh,” she moaned, the sound muffled by his tongue. He broke the kiss, and her next cry split the air as he pressed his fingers against her g-spot, sending ripples of sensation through her. “God, yes,” she groaned, lifting her hips so that his fingers slid against that spot again.
"You like that?” He pulled his fingers back until only the tips were inside her.
"Yes.” She reached for his hand so she could push him back into her again, but he took it and pinned it high above her head. “Please,” she begged, squirming beneath him.
"Please, what?” His lips hovered above her, his warm breath tickling her cheek. “I want to hear you say it.”
A hot blush scalded her cheeks. “Please...” she gasped as his fingers slipped through her folds, coating her with her own wetness. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”
"Yes,” he growled in agreement, tugging her panties off. Anticipation rushed through her as he lifted her legs, hooking her ankles over his shoulders, but he didn’t enter her right away. Instead, he slid his cock over her folds, pressing its pink head against her clit as he coated himself with her wetness. She whimpered, wanting to reach for his cock, but the angle of her legs made it hard to do more than brush her fingers against the tip.
"Yeah,” he breathed, his eyelids sliding to half-mast. “Do that again.”
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