Furever Yours (7 page)

            "The
fire is slowly dying

           
And, my dear, we're still goodbying

           
But as long as you love me so

           
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!”

            The
room burst into applause, and Dawson took a bow, then handed the mic back to
the DJ who announced his name to the room again and congratulated him. Jade
hung back to let him have his moment of fame as people came up to high five and
compliment him, but she didn
’t have
long to wait. Soon he was cutting a swathe through the crowd, his shining grey
eyes on hers.

            "Did
you like it?
” he asked as he took
her into his arms.

            "You
were amazing.
” She leaned up to press
her lips to his. “I didn’t know you had such a good voice. I’m a lucky woman to
have someone like you who’s hot
and
talented.”

            He
chuckled against her mouth.
“Let’s get
back to the cabin so I can show you just how lucky you are.”

            They
practically raced down the snow-covered hill, hand in hand
and laughing like loons. But as soon as they
were inside, Dawson’s eyes turned molten and he shoved her against the door,
his mouth already on hers. Her heart thumped hard against his chest as they
both scrambled to pull each other’s clothing off, coats and gloves and sweaters
falling to the floor.

            "Bed,
” Jade moaned against his mouth as his bare
chest brushed against her skin. He was burning hot.

            Grunting
in agreement,
Dawson picked her up and
carried her to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers. His body pressed her
into the mattress, warm and heavy, and she reveled in the sensation of his hard
muscles molding against her curves. His hands slid down to tug her panties off,
and she helped him as best as she could with his tongue in her mouth and her
hands sliding down his chest, lifting her legs so that he could loop the
garment over her ankles.

            He
trailed a blazing path down her body with his mouth, stopping to nip and tongue
at her nipples
before continuing
across her belly and down between her legs. Her breath caught when he spread
her thighs and hooked them over his shoulders, anticipation racing through her,
a whimper escaping when his hot breath ghosted over her aching folds.

            "I
want to taste you,
” he
growled, his silver eyes gleaming bright in the lamplight.

            "Yes,
” she moaned in agreement, lifting her hips so
that her flesh came into contact with his mouth. She moaned as his tongue slid
across her folds, up and down and in between, exploring her most private place,
and she twined her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in
encouragement. A strangled sound echoed from her lips as his tongue flicked
over her clit, once, twice, then again, and he chuckled, sending vibrations
through her.

            "More,
” she begged.

            He
bit down on the sensitive nub, and she cried out, her hips jolting off the bed.
Once he started, his attack was relentless
.
He sucked and nibbled, teased and tortured, bringing her to the brink of orgasm
and back again until her skin shone with sweat under the lamplight and her
limbs trembled. Her nails dug into his scalp until they drew blood, and then,
only then, when she was begging uncontrollably, did he let her have her
release.

            "Dawson,
” she sobbed happily as the orgasm crashed over
her, blinding her with wave upon wave of pleasure. Her release was so great she
was rendered temporarily blind and deaf, so when she drifted back down to
Earth, Dawson was already looming over her, his knees nudging her legs wider.
The tip of his cock teased her entrance, and she hissed as sparks of sensations
skipped through her.

            "Do
it,
” she demanded, wrapping her
fingers around his lean hips. “Now.”

            His
expression turned fierce, and if not for the lust gleaming in his eyes
, she might have been frightened—but it
only turned her on more. She cried out as his length surged inside her.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she drew him closer to her as he pounded
her, the bed creaking beneath their weight. The hairs on his chest teased her
skin, and she moaned as her nipples scraped against his hard pectoral muscles.

            "God
you feel good,
” he growled in her ear.

           
He crushed his mouth against hers, and she
tugged on his lower lip with her teeth, then took his tongue inside her. She
sucked on it hard as he continued to thrust, forcing her to groan at his heavy
thickness within her.

            His
hands slid beneath her to cup her ass, fingers digging in as he tilted her
hips. She gasped as the angle allowed him to slide even deeper, hitting just
the right spot, and she flew apart as another orgasm swept over her. Trembling,
she screamed his name, her nails scraping his shoulder blades, and felt his
cock pulse inside her as he came as well.

            God,
would she ever get enough of this man? And did she really want to?

The
morning sunlight filtered in through the curtains of Jade’s window, rousing her
from a deep, restful sleep. Yawning, she stretched her arms wide, then felt a
pang of disappointment when her fingers met bare sheets instead of hot, smooth
skin poured over muscles.

            But
then, she wasn
’t in Dawson
’s bedroom. She was in her grandparents
’
guest
bedroom, back at the lodge.       

            Coming
back had been the right thing to do, she
’d
told herself. Her grandparents would have been worried if she hadn’t returned.
But, convincing herself to get out of the bed and leave had been one of the
hardest things she’d ever had to do, especially after Dawson had rolled over
and engaged her in a second bout of sex. And then a third. And a fourth.

            Damn,
she really wished he was here in bed with her so she could go for a fifth.

            But
then again, she was going to see him
that
very afternoon. They’d agreed to meet up at the slopes, and who was to say they
couldn’t end their skiing session a little early so that they could warm up
together
…
naked?

            Heat
rushed through her at the very thought of sliding her naked limbs against his
again. He
’d felt so good, both inside
and out, his muscles firm, his strong arms comforting and warm as they’d banded
around her. Even when they hadn’t been having sex, he couldn’t seem to stop
touching her. His hands would roam over her back, up and down, and across her
butt. She didn’t think she’d ever enjoyed having a man squeeze her butt as much
as she had last night. But somehow, the possessive gesture made her feel wanted
rather than objectified, and she liked it.

            The
lively sound of Puerto Rican music filtered in through the doorway, signifying
that her Abuelita was up and getting started on breakfast. Jade arched her
back, doing one last stretch, and then sat up so that she could get ready to go
and eat breakfast with her grandparents by the time it was ready.

            Just
as she was headed to the shower, her cell phone rang. Apprehension filled her
as she turned towards the bedside table where it sat, buzzing, and she thought
about ignoring it. But
, her
boss’s name flashed across the screen and she knew that if she sent him to
voicemail, he would just keep calling until she answered.

            "Jade
Garcia,
” she answered, and then
cleared her throat to smooth some of the sleep out of her voice.

            "Jade!
” John Glen, the CEO of Blue Box Productions,
burst out. As usual, his voice was full of frenetic excitement that was part enthusiasm
and part anxiety—the first trait a necessity to survive in the industry,
the second an inevitability of working back-breaking hours in order to sell
cigarettes and expensive cars. “I’m so glad I caught hold of you. You need to
come back right away.”

            Jade
sighed.
“Come on, John. I just got
here. Can’t I at least enjoy a few more of my vacation days?”

            "Not
when you're the director, you can
’t.”
John’s voice grew a little higher, and she could see him tugging on the collar
of his pink dress shirt as he sat in his leather office chair. “We've got a
huge problem. The client totally changed their mind about the commercial.”

            "What?
” Jade’s legs went out from under her, and she
collapsed back onto the bed. They’d just finished all the boarding and the
scripts and the casting and were scheduled to start shooting directly after the
holidays.

            "Do
I sound like I
’m kidding?” John
snapped, and in that moment she knew that he wasn’t. He never snapped unless
things were truly desperate. “You've got to come back to the studio, Jade.
Tonight, if possible.”

            "Jesus,
” she muttered, launching herself onto her feet
again. “What a fucking nightmare. Alright, I’m on my way, John. Just send me
the brief, or whatever it is you have from the client, so I can look it over,
okay?”

            "Thanks,
doll. You're the best.
”

            She
tossed the phone onto her bed and stomped into the shower, fuming. This was
hardly the first time a client had changed their mind about a commercial
at the last minute. It happened all the time,
and they dealt with it. But, the fact that they were pulling this shit during
the holidays while she was on vacation was too much. She’d known that she’d
probably have to go back to the studio at some point to tie up some loose ends
here and there on various projects but having to go back and essentially redo months
of prep-work? If the client wasn’t such a big one, she would have told John to
tell them to go fuck themselves. As it was, if John didn’t charge them a hefty
fee and give her a cut of it, she was definitely going to have words with him.

            When
Jade stepped out of the shower,
the scent of onions, eggs and spicy sausage laced the air of her bedroom, and
her stomach rumbled. Client or not, she couldn’t pass up the chance for more
food. She would at least sit down and have breakfast with her family first.

            "Good
morning
, Jade,” her Abuelita called as
Jade stepped into the living room. Her grandmother’s eyes widened as she turned
to see Jade fully dressed already. “Aren’t you having breakfast this morning?”
she asked, disappointment coloring her tone.

            "Si,
Abuelita.
” Jade sat down at the table
where heaping plates of rice and potatoes and eggs were already set out. Her
grandmother was just finishing up the sausage. “But, I have to go back to LA
afterward. My boss called and says he needs me.”

            "So
soon?
” her grandfather asked, coming
through the doorway. His mustache and coat were covered in flecks of snow,
indicating he’d already been outside. “But you just got here,
nina
.”

            Guilt
burned inside Jade
’s
chest at the crestfallen look on her grandfather’s face. “I’m so sorry,
Abuelito.” She stood up from the table so she could wrap her arms around his
burly torso. “If I could stay longer, I would.” She forced a smile for him that
she didn’t really feel, looking up into his weathered face. “Hopefully I’ll get
this project done early and can be back to spend Christmas Day with you.”

            "That
would be nice,
” her grandfather said
gruffly. “Then maybe you can introduce me to that young man you were skiing
with the other day, if he’s still here.”

           
Oh God. Dawson.
“Maybe,” she said cautiously, sitting down at
the table with her grandparents to eat. In her rush of panic, she’d totally
forgotten about her afternoon date with him. She was going to miss it
completely. Sadness filled her, and she wondered if she should stop by his
cabin to say goodbye.

           
No
,
she thought to herself as she looked at the clock on the wall. If she did that,
she might end up back in bed with him, and then she’d definitely get back late.
She couldn’t afford the distraction. Much as she hated it, she was going to
have to leave without saying goodbye.