Letting go of Grace (25 page)

“When do we leave?” I ask as I walk out of the bathroom and into my closet.

“Five minutes,” he answers as he puts his watch on.

“What?” I shriek as I walk back out.

“You didn’t tell me that. I would have showered faster or woke up earlier,” I half yell, half whine. I hate to whine, but when he tells me I have five minutes to get ready it makes me want to whine like Ella.

“Throw a dress on and pin you hair up,” he says as he pulls his cargo shorts on. I roll my eyes.

“I would have liked to put on some makeup and do my hair.” I say from the closet as I pull a sundress over my head.

“Do you have someone to impress?” he says teasing me.

“Yes I do. I was trying to get this hot man. I was hoping if I looked pretty he would notice me,” I say teasing him back. I bend down to find my other sandal when I feel his hands on my hips. I grab the sandal and stand up. I feel his warm citrusy breath in my ear.

“He notices you and he loves you the way you are. The jig is up, Hannah, he thinks you are the prettiest, no, most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.”

“I think you are safe not wearing makeup or having your hair done. I like you looking all natural, and you’re glowing today. Don’t cover it up with makeup,” he says, then kisses my ear. I turn and watch as he walks out of the closet. That man knows how to shut me up. I walk out of the closet after I slip my sandal on. I can’t help but grin from ear to ear. I stop to study myself in the mirror as I walk by and I am glowing. I have that satisfied glow that screams I have had tons of sex, and if the glow doesn’t give it away, my smile does. I know if I keep up the smile my cheeks will ache, but I don’t care. I want to sport this look all weekend.

THE FLIGHT WAS PERFECT
. We relaxed, ate, and went a few rounds miles high in the sky. As I step off the plane I stop and look around to take in the breathtaking tropical paradise. Grant, of course, has a private airport on the outskirts of the hotel for his guests. He runs some of the most exclusive hotels in the world. I feel his hands wrap around my waist and his head ducks down to kiss my neck.

“Grant, this place is beautiful,” I whisper.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says, releasing his hands from around my waist and guiding me down the steps of the plane.

A car is waiting for us and Grant ushers me inside. I sit back and look over at him and sigh. His beautiful blue eyes meet mine instantly. I don’t think I have ever seen Grant so content. He leans over and gives me a chaste kiss. His lips linger over mine for a few seconds and I feel his lips curve into his perfect contagious smile.

“I love you,” he whispers. I lean in and kiss him back with more force. I don’t know if I’m fucking Aiden out of my mind, or if I really can’t get enough of Grant. There’s only one way to find out… I deepen the kiss while I climb over and straddle his lap. His hands find their way to my thighs. They run up to my panties then drop down to my knees. He repeats the motion a few times driving me crazy. I adjust my position till I feel his hardness where I need it to be. He feels me rub against it and he pulls back. What the hell?

“We’re here,” he says, with a raspy voice. I roll my eyes and dismount from his lap. I straighten my dress and Grant adjusts himself as well. I smile at him and he winks at me. I like that I have the same effect on him as he has on me. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth. He gently kisses my knuckles, then he turns my hand over to kiss the inside of my wrist. His kisses shoot heat right through me. We need to get to our room and fast. The car slows to a stop and Grant leans forward and places his hat on. I find myself studying him and smiling because he looks sexy as hell in his fedora. It’s cream with a blue ribbon running around it that matches his eyes. I don’t know how he thinks he will be getting away with this. The upper management will notice him right away. He thinks he can sneak around and see how things run. I hope it works for his sake, and that they meet his standards. There is nothing worse than a sneak attack from the boss. The car door opens and a hand is reached out for me to take.

“Mrs. Winterfield,” the man says with an exotic accent. Grant steps out and turns away from the man.

“Welcome to the Paradise Resort. I am Mateo,” he says.

“Please follow me. I will show you to your villa.” I smile at the man in an attempt to make up for Grant’s rudeness. I look over at Grant and he follows behind me with his head down. I gaze ahead at Mateo and wonder if Grant has met him? Mateo leads us through Paradise Resort. The main lobby is massive and al fresco. He stops at the counter to grab an envelope. There is no checking in here. They skip that process altogether. Money buys you everything, apparently, and the price tag on this vacation proves that. Once we are on the other end of the lobby a golf cart awaits us. Our luggage is packed on the cart behind the one we are taking. I have no idea how they got it all there so quickly, but I guess that is another part of the luxury they provide here. I glance at the Mercedes cart and laugh. I had no idea Mercedes even made these. Even the little touches are expensive.

“This will be your transportation around the grounds,” Mateo informs. He lends his hand to me as I step into the open golf kart. Grant hops in next to me and lowers his hat a little more. Mateo gets in the driver’s seat and starts driving.

We arrive a few minutes later in front of a beautiful villa. Everything is secluded here. Privacy seems to be a major theme. I step out of the cart and look up. The villa is a gorgeous sight. It looks like it is made of all teak wood. I walk into the villa and get greeted with an open breezeway. I gaze in awe at the view of the ocean right in front of me. The main living room is open-air and lead to the back of the villa, which has the most beautiful oceanfront view. I walk until I reach the patio and see there is an infinity pool set off to the side. I look beyond that and gaze at the sand and the ocean waves rolling onto the beach in lazy forms. This is paradise. I smell the salty air and although it smells different than the cape, if I close my eyes the ocean waves sound the same. My sight and hearing are on a delightful overdrive as I take in everything. I make a full turn, taking in deep breaths and close my eyes. This place is a slice of heaven. I guess when Grant named this place he was right, this really is paradise. I hear Mateo clear his throat.

“If you need anything, please do not hesitate to call me. I have left my information on the table, along with a cell phone with my number preprogrammed in.” He takes a step back and Grant walks by him and slips him a few bills. I give him a warm smile and wave as he walks through the villa to leave.

I look over at Grant and he is facing the ocean. I see that he took off his hat when Mateo left, but he still hasn’t turned around. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist as I place a kiss on the center of his back. I feel his hands come over mine.

“That was a close one,” he says, almost laughing.

“Why?” I ask.

“I know Mateo. He is the best of the best. He helped me hire the majority of the concierge we have on staff. I think he knew it was me, but being the professional that he is, he decided not to say anything. Mateo isn’t one to gossip so we should be fine. I would like to enjoy this vacation.” He lets go of my arms from around his waist and turns around to face me. His hands cup my face and he kisses me softly.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” he says between small kisses.

“Mmmm, I don’t think so,” I say breathlessly.

“Well I do. I love you so much,” he says as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my fingers into his hair as I get lost in him and kiss him soundly. Before I know it I feel the cool water and break away from our kiss. Grant ran right into the pool with me in his arms. When I make it back to the surface I’m ready to scream at him, but when I see the smile on his face I can’t help but laugh at him.

“Thanks a lot.” I start to swim to the steps and Grant stops me. He can stand, but I can’t, so I wrap my legs around him.

“I thought we needed to have more fun and stop being so serious for a few days.” I stare wide-eyed at him and know my eyebrows are in my hairline.

“You, not be serious?” I question, laughing at him.

“Believe it or not, once upon a time I used to be fun and carefree,” he adds, tickling my waist underwater.

“Well I can’t wait to meet this Grant because you have been hiding him away for far too long.”

The water felt cool when it hit my skin, but now with us being in the pool for a few minutes, I feel like the water is starting to boil. His hands start to peel my dress off of me and I unwrap my legs from around him and dip underwater to make it easier. When I come up Grant slams his mouth onto mine and doesn’t hold back. His hand slips around the back of my neck, not letting up. His fingers wrap around my hair and he pulls back the slightest bit. A moan escapes me and he swallows it up. I start to work on his shorts and get them pulled down enough to free him. Grant’s tongue is moving in that delicious way it always does so I free him and fumble to get him inside of me. I feel his tip against my center and slowly he feeds inch by inch of him into me. When he is in the deepest I thought he could possibly go, he thrusts up filling me more. I tilt my head back in pleasure but Grant pulls my hair a bit keeping me in position so he can finish kissing me. He slows a bit and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth letting it slowly slid out in between his teeth. The sounds that I make are incoherent. I know they are and I don’t care. Grant pulls me against his chest and I start to kiss his neck. There is one spot that melts him. I start there as we grind into each other. I work my way up to his cheek and make my way to what he thinks are going to be his lips. I skip over them and place a soft kiss on his chin followed by a bite.

“Fuck Hannah,” Grant says breathlessly. And at that moment I snap my eyes shut and start to pant. Grant’s voice sounds like Aiden. I know I should open my eyes and face Grant, but my desire stops me and I picture myself in the throes of passion with Aiden. He lets my hair free with one hand, then grabs my ass lifting me higher. His other hand slides to the back of my neck. He slowly moves to the side of the pool and I feel the pressure of the jet against my bottom. One quick jerk and he has turned me around and positioned my center against the jet. I let out a moan when he positions me perfectly, then I feel him slide back into me. I bite my lip because I almost moaned Aiden’s name. Almost. I quickly open my eyes and stare directly into his as he pounds into me harder. It takes seconds before I start to come and Grant starts to pick up the pace more before he slows behind me. I lean my head back on his shoulder and his hands comes up and I feel his fingers trace a line from my chin, down my throat, between my breasts and end where we are joined together. I feel his finger tickle my wet flesh, but I don’t move. I enjoy every sensation that he gives me. He moves us over a foot and pulls out. I immediately wish he was still in me. A smile touches my lips and I turn to face him. I need to be with him when my eyes are open. To know who’s making me come. To let it sink in that this is the man that loves me. God, I’m so fucked up.

“I thought you told me you would never do that.” I look him over and he looks confused for a beat, then he smiles back at me.

“I believe you are correct.” His hands reach for the back of my thighs and he spreads my legs anchoring me around his waist and pushes back inside of me. I smile as he leads us out of the pool and into the villa. We never got to look around but I’m guessing Grant knows the layout because this is his resort. Being that his work is his pride and joy, I was almost willing to bet that he could describe it with his eyes closed. Grant strides into the large master suite. He drops me onto the bed and I bounce a few times before I stretch out. I stare fiercely back at Grant as he stands there in all his glory. I think I’m ready for round two, and by the looks of it Grant is too.

“I know what’s going through your pretty little head, baby,” he rasps, as he pulls my ankles so my bottom is at the edge of the bed. He slides into me and my body takes him in with hunger. I let my head fall back in pleasure when Grant suddenly pulls out of me. I look up at him and he smiles wickedly.

“You’re going to look at me while we do this.” Yes. Look at him, I scold myself. He slides back into me and I swear my body takes him with more hunger than before. I look straight into his perfect blue oasis and get lost in the waves that swirl around in his eyes. I feel the buildup as he slowly pumps in and out of me. He pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in, pushing in a little and back out. I have never had the sensations that he is giving me right now. I start to feel the waves of pleasure overcome us both, and before I know it I’m falling into pieces again. I never break eye contact with Grant and for the first time we really watch each other’s release. It is one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed. I watch as he thrusts deep into me and his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip leaving it glistening. I stare at him as he holds my hips tight as he spills into me. His eyes get brighter as he pulses inside me, and still we do not break eye contract. After we come down from the aftershocks, it’s still him and I staring contently into each other’s eyes. He leans down and kisses me softly.