Chapter 11
Alex couldn’t believe her luck. She’d only expected to see him during the morning, maybe have lunch, and then see him on his way. She hadn’t expected him to agree to come back to her place so they could act like an actual couple for a brief moment in time. Grant was playful, tickling her sides after slapping her ass, and she was high on pheromones. She was highly anticipating what was to come next, so much so that she couldn’t even take the time to be graceful.
Alex shoved her shoes off and worked on the button and zipper of her jeans. She assumed Grant would do the same; they had never been slow to get to the sex before. As she shimmied off the pants she’d worn, she reminded herself not to put them back on later, but to put them in the laundry. Her shirt came off next, and she was thrilled to see Grant peeling his off as well. The sight of his bare chest caused her breath to stick in her throat.
“Holy shit.”
Everything else forgotten, she moved onto her knees to poise in front of him and study the many colorful tattoos that covered his pecs and shoulders. There was a lion on one shoulder that looked fresh, a few flowers in full bloom, and an owl. His chest was covered with a tattoo of wings with a center crest piece that she couldn’t quite make out, and what looked like a dragon snaked around his torso to his back. His jeans were unfastened and hanging open and she was treated to the sight of a smattering of hair disappearing into the waistband.
She hadn’t realized she was tracing his ink until he hissed a breath and his stomach muscles contracted. She looked up into his eyes and saw that they were on fire. “I’ve been wanting to see them.”
He grabbed her hand when she began to trail her fingertips over the dragon. “Alex. You’ve got me on the edge of insanity.”
Her lips curved up, and she leaned forward to kiss his throat. That was where she wanted him; unable to leave her bed for needing her too much. He yanked his pants the rest of the way off and threw them to the floor. They were finally naked together, and Alex bit her lip as her chest heaved with the effort to push air in and out of her lungs. He was sofucking hot.
It didn’t occur to her to be shy, but she had never been terribly proud of her figure. She had what she referred to as thunder thighs. They wouldn’t go away regardless what workouts she tried, eventually causing her to give up the idea altogether. She knew she was still pretty, and she had a great rack.
“Fuck me, Alex, look at you.”
He rested his hands on her hips and looked her over, causing her to blush. The pinkness covered her breasts and up her neck to her ears. He smiled before he came toward her, covering her soft curves with the hard planes he was made of. She’d always known he worked out, lifted weights, whatever. It was obvious even with his clothes on that he took the time to carve out the muscles she now ran her hands over as he kissed and licked his way across her breasts. She trembled at the thought that he washers—refusing to addfor now—and just let him have her. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to cover her and fuck her senseless. He kissed his way down her belly—another larger than life attribute she wasn’t fond of—and continued down to her thighs. His tongue might as well have been a match for the way he set her ablaze. He sucked on her inner thigh until she writhed and knew she would have a hickey. He licked her all over as he came closer to the crease of her leg, and then he did what she’d been dying for from the beginning.
She was incredibly happy that she’d chosen to get waxed on the spa trip and that she’d done a decent job of keeping it trimmed since then. Grant buried his face between her legs and his tongue in her pussy. She cried out in satisfaction and shock as he found her clit with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it to lick up the entire length. She was torn between grasping the sheets and pulling his hair when he sucked her clit back into his mouth.
“Grant!”
She couldn’t have kept the orgasm at bay even if she’d tried. She felt it slam into her, and seconds later he was on her, filling her, taking her and claiming her as his. He pushed in so far that her knees were on her chest, and then he shifted her until her legs hung over his elbows. She had never felt so exposed, so wide open and offered up, ripe for the taking. He was taking her, owning her, and she was racing toward a second orgasm as he pounded into her body over and over. She was screaming loud enough that she thought maybe the neighbors would send her help, or at least a congratulatory bottle of champagne.
Grant slipped his hands under her ass and tilted her pelvis, and if she thought she’d been thoroughly fucked two minutes before, she was sorely mistaken. The new angle was incredibly deep, and she felt the tingling in her pussy that signaled she was about to go hurtling off a cliff.
“So good, so good,” he muttered as he slid effortlessly in and out.
He had a look of concentration on his face, and Alex realized he was going to come at any minute. As unconventional as they’d been, she’d witnessed that face on multiple occasions, and he squeezed her ass in his hands just before stilling with his body pressed as tightly to hers as he could manage.
“Mother of all that is holy.”
She sighed in agreement as he let go of her and slumped forward, planting a kiss on her face before plopping to the bed.
“I can’t even . . . I don’t know what to say.” She stretched, feeling every inch of what they’d just done.
“You were right. We needed the bed.”
Alex grinned from ear to ear but didn’t say anything.
Grant dozed, so Alex got up and took a shower after bundling her hair on top of her head. She went to the kitchen in Grant’s shirt and dug out enough food to make them dinner. She was a pretty good cook and was excited to show him her talent in that area.
When Grant woke up, it was to the smell of garlic sauteing. The other side of the bed was empty and early evening sunlight streamed through the slats of the blinds. He stayed flat on his back for a minute, trying to decide if he was going to panic, but nothing happened.
He got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. He figured a shower would be a good idea and didn’t even mind that all of her products had a girlish scent to them. It suited her and it would be a reminder at least for a little while.
He found a few towels in the small cupboard in the bathroom and wrapped one around his waist before wandering out into the apartment. Alex liked blue, it seemed, because almost everything in her space was a shade of that color. Turquoise was predominant in the couch and the rug and there was a chair in tan with a bright blue patterned pillow.
He turned toward the heavenly smell and saw her in his shirt. He couldn’t even lie to himself and pretend that she wasn’t a major turn on in his clothes. She looked phenomenal in front of the stove with a bun on her head and a wooden spoon in her hand.
“Whatcha makin’?”
She jumped, splattering tomato sauce on her cheek. “Grant, you scared me to death.”
He drew closer to her, eyeing the spot of sauce, and when he was close enough he kissed her, licking it from her cheek and listening to her sigh.
