“Of course I’ll invite you. You’re the only one’s who’s ever taken me seriously about this.”
It’s crazy that with her background she can say that to me and mean it. I bury my face in her hair. She smells of her usual flowers, but there’s also a hint of spices and pumpkin cake, and I want to fuck her and eat her, but most of all I don’t want to let her go.
She kisses my neck, using her teeth and tongue, and I don’t protest as she slowly slides my cut over my shoulders and drapes it over the counter. As if we have all the time in the world, she tugs my tee from my jeans and eases it over my head before tossing it onto the floor.
There’s a hundred jobs waiting for me downstairs, but no way am I moving. And Kat’s at work for another couple of hours so we won’t be interrupted.
With a sigh she runs her hands over my pecs and down my abs, and hooks her fingers into the waist of my jeans. “Your body is perfection.”
I grin and pull her hair free from its band. “Yeah, I’m God’s gift. Aren’t you the lucky one.”
“Gorgeous, and modest with it.” She unbuckles my belt. “Plus, tattoos.”
“The whole package.” I flex my biceps and strike a pose. “You wanna take photos?”
She laughs and feels up my biceps. “So hard,” she says in a breathy voice. “Like rock.”
“They’re not the only part of me that’s rock hard.”
“By rights, I shouldn’t be able to walk straight with all the sex I’ve had since meeting you.”
“You’re not walking straight, princess. Didn’t I tell you?” I leer at her, but it’s strange because while I’ve always enjoyed casual hookups, I’ve never had as much sex in such a short space of time as I have with Grace.
“Ouch.” She steps back and slowly tugs the big bow at the back of her apron free while she sways her hips, like she’s doing a strip show. “You’ll pay for that.”
I kick off my boots and shuck my jeans. “I’m counting on it.”
Her gaze slips to my junk and she licks her lips. It’s like she doesn’t even know she’s doing it, and it’s so damn sexy I pull her toward me and kiss her as though I’ll die if I don’t.
Somehow we manage to tear off that insane apron without breaking mouth contact and then she wriggles out of her dress and it drops to the floor. She tastes so good, spicy and hot, and I tuck my fingers into the back of her sexy underwear and push it over her thighs.
Her skin is so soft against my cock, and I growl deep in my throat. I want to ride her bareback, feel every silky inch of her squeeze my dick as she falls apart around me. I plunge my hands through her hair and force her to look at me, but it doesn’t help. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her eyes are dark with need, and her hair tumbles through my fingers and over her face.
She unhooks her bra and it dangles from her finger. “Sex in the kitchen issounhygienic.”
“Better than a pool table.” I pull her into my arms and back up against the refrigerator. “Maybe not as good as on the hood of a Merc.”
She play-punches my shoulder. “You think?”
I slide down the refrigerator until my ass hits the floor. She kneels between my legs and scrapes her nails over my nipples, and it’s obvious she’s trying not to laugh.
Is this why I still want her? I’ve known a lot of mouthy chicks over the years, but as soon as we get naked they shut the hell up.
Grace isn’t mouthy, though. Except when it counts. The memory of her sucking my dick burns through me, and I wind her hair around my fist, preparing to push her head between my thighs.
And then she kisses me—soft and sweet and with so much heat I can’t even function. I wrap my arms around her and roll onto the floor with her on top, looking down at me as though this is all she’s ever wanted.
She hovers over me, her wet slit sliding along the length of my dick as she slowly rocks her hips. It’s agony not to just slip inside her, but it’s an agony I don’t ever want to end.
“Zach,” her breathy gasp almost tips me over the edge. “Condom. Now…” Her voice trails away as she arches her throat and her eyes close.
My groan hurts every damn inch of my body. As I scrabble to find my jeans without looking away from her, I curse my man-whore lifestyle. Sure, I do safe sex. I’m not a moron. But I’ve fucked around too much to even ask Grace if she’s using any contraceptive, no matter how much I want to be inside her without any kind of barrier.
I rip open the packet with my teeth. Why am I so obsessed by this? It’s never even crossed my mind before with other chicks. Except Grace isn’totherchicks. She’s mine. Possessiveness surges through me, and I roll on the condom as my knuckles glide against her pussy.
She shifts position and I watch the head of my cock slip into her. It’s mesmerizing and so much better than any cheap porn movie. Slowly I drag my gaze up her body to her tits, so close to my mouth, but I’m happy just watching them jiggle as she teases me.
“Hey,” she pants. “I’m up here.”
