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“Faster, Grant,” she moaned. “Harder.”
That one word unleashed a torrent of carnal greed. He folded over her and clutched her, flexing his hips back only to slam back into her. Over and over, each pounding thrust sought to fulfill their frenzied lust. Wet heat clenched around him and threatened his control. He lifted his head in time to watch her gorgeous eyes slide shut, her forehead crease, and her lips form an “oh” as she cried out herrelease.
He followed her directly into climax, his need for her overwhelming any desire to prolong the pleasure. It simply wasn’t possible. And as he drove into her one last time, shudders ripped up his spine and his mind blanked except for oneword.
Mine.
* * *
Grant joltedawake to unfamiliar surroundings until the memories of the night before crashed throughhim.
He’d had sex withBlaire.
On the kitchen table, against the wall, and finally on thisbed.
His chest constricted as he reached beside him, his hand encountering cold, satinsheets.
Even without searching the house, he knew Blaire wasgone.
* * *
In all ofGrant’s thirty-five years, he could count only a few times when he’d become single-minded in his pursuit of a female. The most obsessed he’d ever been, was when he’d been in eighth grade and he’d stalked the student lockers for a glimpse of Lucy Quinn and her crown of golden curls. He’d been a gangly teen with a mouthful of braces and his fair share of acne. She broke his heart by publicly rejecting him when he’d gathered the courage to bring her flowers on Valentine’s Day. She had accepted them. She did so with such sickening sweetness, Grant knew a train wreck was about to happen and he was going to be its unfortunate casualty. Lucy promptly handed the bouquet to her friend. He’d scrimped two weeks of allowance on those expensiveroses.
Then shelaughed.
Athim.
In the most insultingway.
He learned his lesson early in life that beauty was ephemeral and was a diminishing asset when balanced against the entire package. The next year, he grew almost six inches and started to bulk up, his hormones calmed down and his acne went away. Lucy tried to get with him then, but it was too late because he’d lost interest. There was no desire for revenge either; he simply didn’t care. Grant didn’t have a type—physically beautiful or average, warm or reserved, CEOs or supermodels. He’d even dated a detective. He’d experienced stimulating company, interesting conversation and, for the most part, great sex. But all of them paled to the euphoria of his pursuit of his next business venture or takeover bid. He’d been accused by his partners of being distracted and that frequently triggered the end a relationship. Admittedly, Grant had never given any of his girlfriends a hundred percent of himself. He’d never had a woman live with him. Stayed for a few days, yes, but not one shared closet space. Valerie used to tease him that he’d been ruined by Lucy Quinn. The story of her rejection of Marcus Thorne’s son was like an urban legend given that Grant was now a billionaire and not lacking in lookseither.
With Blaire, the rope around his strangled heart unraveled. It unfurled into this connection that nagged him to explore. He wasn’t giving up on her. She was his game changer. His gut told him he’d never find another woman who would fire his blood the way shedid.
Grant would admit that he might have moved too quickly, but he wasn’t known for his patience. Her hesitancy before they fucked, and her statement that they were a bad idea bothered him. He responded in the heat of the moment, thinking it was foreplay, but he was wondering if there’d been real conflict behind herwords.
He’d never been in love before, but he felt he was on the cusp of something life-altering. The challenge was convincing Blaire that what they’d shared was special, worth pursuing, and not something to run awayfrom.
The ringing sound of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. He slid the device from his pocket and glanced at the screen. It was his PA. His company almost lost a costly business deal because Grant’s focus had been on Blaire. He sighed in frustration and let the call go to voicemail. He couldn’t manage the corporation long-term from Vail, but he sure as hell wasn’t leaving Blaire behind. A radical idea formed in his head; he was surprised how quickly he wanted to move on it even as he was prepared for herresistance.
Blaire was his woman. He had no qualms of using everything in his arsenal to make sure she was on the same page as he was. As if in sync with his thoughts, his phone rangagain.
It was hisinvestigator.
This time, he pickedup.
6
Blaire
It wasdark when I returned to the cabin—fourteen hours after I left the man who had given me the best sex of my life. I’d told Liam to make himself scarce, that I was going to give in to my one night with Grant, but I would make him hate me in the morning. The plan was to kick him out of bed, but I couldn’t do it and, instead, I was the one wholeft.
If I’d been just another notch on his post, the second he had sex with me, he’d be gone. Apparently, I was right. His Suburban was nowhere in sight later thatnight.
I felt relief for having avoided a confrontation, but an aching disappointment squeezed my heart. There was that glimmer of hope though, stemming from my understanding of the man I had gotten to know. Grant had been relentless in his pursuit. A man of his stature led a busy life and he still found time to spend with me. We had yet to go on a date, but it was not from his lack of trying. However, he had no problem worming his way into my life and my dinnertable.
Sleeping with Grant served another purpose other than physical gratification. Liam was pinged by a friend that some agency was digging into our background. Not surprisingly, it was Grant. That was a disaster on so manylevels.
We thought of ways to turn him off. It was too late to use Liam as a lover. After spending time with us, Grant was familiar with our dynamics and a sudden romance with Liam—I shuddered at the thought because it seemed incestuous—wasn’t going to be believable at this point. But even Liam thought that wasn’t going to stop Grant. Not someone like him who’d survived that cut-throat world of internationalbusiness.
