“I know where you are.” I finally look up and her face is flushed and damp, and if she doesn’t fuck me soon I’m gonna lose my mind. “Don’t get pissy because I like perving on your tits.”
Her smile is pure evil as she sinks down my length, and I forget about everything but the feel of her slick flesh grasping me tight. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she braces her weight, and I run my hands down her back and cup her gorgeous ass.
She teases my mouth with her nipples, and I lick and suck until she’s gasping with need. As she rocks into me I slide my finger between her butt cheeks, circling and stroking her. My cock fills her, stretching her sensitive flesh, and it’s never been this good before. She rides me hard, and the slap of skin against skin fills my head and I can’t tear my gaze from her face.
When she convulses around me, I can’t hold back. Her frantic cries spur me on and I buck into her, gripping her ass as I make her mine.
She collapses onto me, our bodies slick and hearts pounding. I wrap my arms around her, one hand tangled in her hair, and don’t ever want to move.
Finally, she stirs, raising her head from my shoulder, and her sated smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen. She slides off me and I dump the condom before pulling her against me.
I should get back to work, but it’s easy enough to ignore when Grace sighs and snuggles in my arms. Why do I like it so much when she does that? I’ve never wanted or needed this connection after having sex with anyone else. But it doesn’t bother me the way it did a few weeks ago. I don’t know what it is about her, but ever since she’s been here things have been…different. I can’t explain it. Just right, I guess, as though after years of searching I’ve finally found someone worth holding on to.
A shiver inches along my spine, but it’s okay. I’m not going to push her away or disappear back to work just because some random thought freaks the shit out of me. I don’t fit in her world, but she fits in mine, and that’s all that matters.
I reach up and grab a cupcake. Without breaking Thor’s hammer perched on top of the frosting, we share the cake. I’ve never fed a girl anything before and always thought it real weird that anyone would want to, but there’s something hypnotic in watching Grace eat. And it’s downright sexy the way she slowly licks every last crumb from my fingers.
It’s not that comfortable on the hard floor but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Finally, we finish, and I still don’t make any move to get up. After a few more moments, she gives a long sigh.
“This is nice, just the two of us.”
Yeah, it’s great when it’s just the two of us. “Fuck the rest of the world, huh.”
“That’s not exactly what I meant.”
Of course she didn’t. She’s too classy for that. “Just your world, then.”
She tips her head back and gives me a mock frown. “That’s not very friendly.”
About as friendly as her mom and ex, but I keep that to myself. “Never said I was.”
“You’re so hard on yourself.”
It’s not the first time she’s said something like that, as though she really believes I’m not tough as nails to the core. No one else would ever suggest that to me, and it’s not something I want anyone believing, but I don’t mind her thinking it. Even if it’s not true.
Guess that’s part of the reason I like having her around so much. Because she sees me in a way that nobody else ever has.
The end of the week looms like a black storm cloud, and I don’t want to spend the holiday on my own, half comatose at the bottom of a bottle.
My chest tightens, and the old familiar sense of drowning engulfs me. Even Jett’s old lady stopped inviting me to share Thanksgiving with them years ago, since I always bailed. The only way to get through it is with an excess of alcohol, porn, and anonymous pussy.
Not this year.I want Grace to stay so much it hurts my chest, and that’s fucking sick. But she’s no longer just another girl. She’s the only girl I want, and it’s impossible to find the words.
But if I don’t ask her, she’ll never know. I cradle her face in my hands, and her eyes are so blue and her lips so soft that my brain scrambles and the words come out before I even think about it. “Stay the rest of the week with me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Grace
His demand is rough and I frown at him, not sure what’s suddenly happened. He looks really pissed off, and yet his touch is tender.
I pull back so I’m not distracted by his dark, chocolate-colored eyes, his too-long hair, and the unsmiling face that is now as familiar as my own. It doesn’t make any difference. It’s hard to think clearly when we’re both naked, sitting on the floor of his kitchen, and the scent of our recent lovemaking is all around.
“It’s Thanksgiving on Thursday.” I feel an idiot reminding him of that, but he must’ve forgotten. “My family’s expecting me, and I can’t get out of it.”
“Right.”
I shiver, not sure why that one word sounds so ominous. “Otherwise I’d be happy to stay until the end of the week.” For some reason my words sound fake, as though I don’t mean them.
