My eyes widened at her question. I’d been eye fucking her body and was crazed with want. I lifted my head and snapped them to her face.
“Huh?” I asked, confused.
“Colour! Favourite?” Gracie asked the question as if I hadn’t just been ready to have sex with her.
My body craved her, precum dampened the cotton of my boxers. I was so hungry for her.
“Kaden?”
I shifted my eyes from where I’d been watching the vein in her neck pulse with each of her heartbeats. My teeth wanted to latch onto it and suck, to mark her as mine.
“Gracie-May?” My tone was childish and lame.
“I’m serious - colour, your favourite is?”
I rolled off her and turned slightly to lie on the bed. I stretched and immediately regretted the movement. When I was with her, hovered over the top of her and wanting to make serious love, like animal love I mean, I didn’t feel pain. I felt like me - the Kaden I was before getting blown up.
My body tensed as her hands roamed over my chest, slowly, painfully slow over my torso. I began to count the squares in the ceiling in a pathetic attempt to keep control as she touched me.
“Pearl grey.”
She eyed me with wonder laced in her intoxicating blue eyes. “Pearl Grey, that’s fancy.”
I threaded my fingers through her tiny ones. “Yeah, babe, because it reminds me there is always a silver lining to the dark.”
She pinned me with a look I couldn’t quite read.
“Pearl grey is my favourite colour and Italian is my favourite food. I love the rodeo and a cold beer. I drive a matte black Ford Ranger with steel grey interior. I got my first tattoo at age fifteen with my friend, Brad, in a garage. Brad’s brother’s best mate did it for me.”
She twirled her fingers through my hair, sending chills rocketing through me. Her eyes locked onto mine as she pulled herself up.
“Why do you like hanging out with me?” Gracie wrapped her hands around her body as she spoke as if she was cold. “I’m really no one special.”
I frowned at the unease and anxiousness in her eyes. I sat up on the bed so I could pull her into me.
“You are very special. You calm the storms within me. I don’t have people around me who I depend on or need. I need you.” My voice dropped lower and it hit me how little I had since I’d shut the world out. “I like you a lot, depend on you, a lot more than I probably should, babe.”
Gracie moved to kneel between my thighs and lowered her forehead to mine. Her lids fluttered closed and I breathed the amazing woman in.
Her confession had me smiling. “I like to sleep in and stay up late. I eat, sleep and breath nursing. I love coffee but hate tea. I love reading and getting lost in a good book. My favourite colour is indigo, and I love blueberries and Turkish food. And I would love a tattoo.”
My hands slid up her thighs to her hips and I rolled her body forward. She ran her fingers along my sides to my collarbones and further up to my jaw. I clenched my teeth but when her fingers danced across my lips, I opened my mouth and nipped her finger. She giggled, bringing a smile to my face. I loved hearing the sound fall from her lips.
“I have to go, baby.” Gracie frowned.
I ran my hands up and down her back, dread seeped in. I hated this day but when I was with Gracie the inner turmoil didn’t rage out of control. I was calmer and my breathing wasn’t so laboured. I could fight the anxiety when she was near, but while she was gone, the battle waged and anxiety seemed to win the war I have with my mind.
The room abruptly felt closed in and suffocating. Sensing my unease and inner battle, her lips crushed against mine, taking my breath away and calming the fight.
“I will be back, Kaden, I promise. Here…..” Gracie drew back and taking my phone from the bedside cabinet, she typed in her number. “Text me.”
Those two words, sexy as hell rolling off her lips, brought a great deal of ease to me.
“Sure will babe.” I winked at her.
“I’ll see you when I’m looking at you.” She winked back before exiting the room, leaving a wave of peaches and vanilla in her wake. Fuck she brought me to my knees.
CHAPTER SEVEN
