John nodded, a little dejected. He had to realize it was the best he could have hoped for given the situation. It was more than Jenna deserved, in Tracy's opinion.
Chapter 16
Once Jenna and her father were safely off with the security detail, Mr. Hayes turned to Tracy. "There is one person I can give up control to," he said. He leaned in for a kiss.
Tracy stopped him, her hand on his broad chest. "You obviously don't trust me, Mr. Hayes."
Hurt crossed Mr. Hayes' face. He was still pretty calm for having almost been killed. "I definitely trust you, Tracy. I've never trusted anyone like I trust you."
"I don't believe it," Tracy said, sounding as hard as she had during their first sexual encounter, when she had left him tied up in the bed. Only this time, she wasn't pretending. This time, she was legitimately angry. “If you trusted me, I wouldn't have had to threaten to make a scene. You trusted Jenna more than you trusted me today and it nearly got you killed.”
"What do I have to do to prove it to you?" Mr. Hayes asked. His eyes were gray as he watched her, waiting for her to tell him what to do.
Tracy grabbed his hand and walked down the stairs. Mr. Hayes smiled as they walked past the people at the party. Appearances were everything, so Tracy smiled too, but kept right on walking out the exit. She handed the valet her ticket.
"You have to show me that you trust me," Tracy said as the car pulled up. Wind whipped at her satin dress, pressing it against her legs and rippling behind her. She opened the passenger side door. "Get in the car."
Mr. Hayes nodded and slowly slid into the passenger seat. Tracy could see him tensing as he reached for the seat belt. But he didn't say no.
She slid into the driver's seat and slipped off her shoes. She didn't even bother putting on the flats from before, instead opting to drive barefoot. There was a road leading away from the chalet higher into the mountain range. She looked over at him, waiting for a protest, but none came.
She revved the engine and took off onto the road. His foot hit an imaginary brake pedal as she sped down the small road and up the side of the mountain. He looked as though he was going to be sick, his eyes wide and glancing frantically through the windows. His hand went to her leg, gripping hard, then pulling away at the next turn.
"Tracy, please slow down," he said through gritted teeth. His hands clenched in his lap and every muscle in his body screamed with tension.
"No. You have to show me that you trust me. I won't let anything happen to you. You just have to show me that you trust me," Tracy reiterated. She carefully turned the sports car onto the mountain pass. Tracy had driven this pass several times. It was a beautiful place to look at leaves in the fall. She knew it was going to be a difficult drive for Mr. Hayes, though, as it was a twisting road with a sharp fall-off as the road climbed up the mountain.
"Alright, Tracy. I trust you," Mr. Hayes said softly. He closed his eyes for moment, concentrating on his breathing. He took a deep breath in and unclenched his fists. "I love you."
Tracy nearly stopped at his admission. She smiled, her heart beating fast at his words. She didn't slow down, though. Three little words weren't going to make her go easy on him. She took the next turn tight, speeding up as she exited and headed into another.
He put a hand on her leg. His hand lay gently on her thigh, relaxed and comfortable against the white satin. It was almost as good as if he were touching her skin. Tracy looked over at Mr. Hayes and he smiled at her. There was just a hint of tension in his shoulders, but his face was serene as he gazed at her.
"I trust you, Tracy," he whispered, his lips curving into a smile. His eyes stayed on her face, his body relaxing into the seat. Tracy grinned and sped up. She hugged a corner, pushing the little sports car to its limits in the high altitude. His hand rested gently on her lap, never squeezing or flinching despite the twists and turns. Every time she looked over at him, he simply sat looking at her with absolute trust in his eyes.
By the time they reached the top of the mountain, Tracy knew without a doubt that Mr. Hayes trusted her implicitly. She slowed the car into the scenic overlook at the top of the mountain and turned to face him. The view was spectacular; the mountains peeked their heads out of the clouds like sleepy giants. He smiled at her, his eyes full of adoration.
"You do trust me," she whispered, putting her hand on his.
"Forevermore,” he promised. “I am so sorry I didn't believe you at first. I promise to always believe you from now on. No matter how strange it might sound. You deserve that."
Tracy leaned over and kissed him softly. His lips pressed against hers, starting sweet but quickly growing stronger. Mr. Hayes reached up and pulled her in for another kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She darted her tongue out to meet his, beckoning him in for more.
"We should move to the backseat," he said with a glint in his eye. Tracy grinned back at him and quickly undid her seat belt and slid into the back seat. The leather was cool against her skin, the long satin dress sliding easily against the seat. Mr. Hayes was beside her in a moment, ready to kiss her again.
She reached up and pulled at his bow-tie, watching it disintegrate in her fingers before undoing the top button of his shirt. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly on the car floor. Mr. Hayes reached with both hands and cupped Tracy’s face in his fingers, drawing her in for yet another heavenly kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips. She fumbled frantically with the buttons of his dress shirt, opening them up to her as fast as possible.
Tracy ran her fingers along his open skin, electricity passing between them like lightning. The hard muscles of his chest and abs radiated heat, calling her to touch him. He kissed down her neck, biting her collarbone gently as he pushed a strap of the satin gown off her shoulder. She shivered with anticipation as he kissed her shoulder. Mr. Hayes chuckled softly and bit down, spiking just enough pain to cause pleasure.
Tracy pulled at his shirt, and he sat back long enough to remove it. She bit her lip as she looked him up and down, enjoying his physique. She loved the way his muscles moved under his skin, beckoning her to touch him. He kissed her again, a short but passionate kiss, before moving to her shoulder again. She reached behind her, gently tugging on the zipper running down her back.
The dress opened easily, and he wasted no time pulling it off her shoulders and down to her waist. He sucked his breath in appreciatively as he looked her over, moving his hand to caress the tops of her breasts. Her sweetly curved mounds moved gently up and down as she breathed, the pretty lacy bra she was wearing barely containing them. She loved the way the bra pushed her small breasts into something worth drooling over.
Mr. Hayes licked his lips and kissed each breast, his han
ds slowly circling around to unlatch the clasps holding the captive. It only took a moment before he released the tender flesh. His hands were instantly upon her, caressing and cupping each breast like a precious jewel. He rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, turning them into tight pink buds of pleasure. Tracy moaned softly and he took one in his mouth. He ran his tongue along her skin, tasting her.
"I want to please you," he whispered.