Cole
Spending the night with Grace in my arms had been pure fucking torture. Everything about that woman drove me crazy. From the way she smelt to the noises she made as she slept. But it was the warmth and softness of her body, pressed against mine, that drove me almost to the point of insanity. She fit perfectly in my arms, and I knew I never wanted to let her go.
When I woke up to find her sneaking out my first instinct was to leap over the back of the couch and tie her to my bed, so I was kinda proud of myself for using my words instead.
The moment I mentioned other women I knew I’d fucked up. It came out completely wrong, making me sound like a man whore which was such a complete joke it was barely funny. Theonly thing I’d fucked in too long had been my fist, and even then, it had only been to take the edge off, something that never actually satisfied.
I rushed through getting cleaned up and raced back out to the kitchen relieved to find Grace still there. Part of me had assumed the moment I’d vanished she’d be out the front door and kicking up dust before I even knew what had happened.
When I found her moaning over her coffee, my restraint that had spent the night hanging by a thread snapped. I kissed her. I needed to kiss her. I couldn’t think straight, and I couldn’t wait another minute. How we’d gone from my desperation to kiss her to her squirming over my shoulder standing on the threshold of my bedroom I wasn’t exactly sure, but I also wasn’t stupid enough to question it.
I kicked open my door and winced, wishing I was cleaner. It wasn’t dirty but it wasn’t ready for company either. A pile of laundry was kicked in the corner, and the bed was made roughly, but from the way Grace was squirming in my arms, I didn’t think she would give two shits that my housekeeping skills weren’t up to scratch.
I stepped into my room and held my breath. I wouldn’t force her, I never would, but I really hoped I was reading her right and Grace wanted this as much as I did. My dick was threatening to burst straight through my pants as I breathed in her scent. I closed the distance and made my way over to my bed before sliding her down my front. Amusement shot through me when she felt the effect she was having on my body. It wasn’t like she could’ve missed it. When her toes sunk into the carpet, I cupped her face in my hands.
“Tell me you want this,” I begged, keeping my eyes locked with hers.
“Want what?” Grace sassed and her eyes sparkled.
“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I have no issues turning that sexy ass pink,” I assured her as I bent forward and licked the spot just below her ear making her shiver.
Grace grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me closer. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” Grace asked so sickeningly sweetly I knew this woman was going to be the death of me.
“Oh, game on, pretty girl,” I promised, grabbing her ass and lifting her onto the bed before dropping to my knees.
Grace’s eyes darkened and her breathing increased. I was hypnotized by the rise and fall of her tits in that tank top.
“Take it off, sweetheart,” I commanded. “The top. Take it off.”
Grace hesitated and I wondered if I’d pushed her too far. I held my breath and waited. I saw the moment she made her decision. Fire lit her up from the inside and she reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, painfully slowly, she dragged it up and over her head before tossing it away. Sitting in front of me with her lips slightly parted, wearing a no-nonsense white cotton bra, I was completely addicted.
“You’re fucking stunning,” I growled, rising and capturing her lips in a kiss that made my dick twitch.
I lifted my hands and found her tits, massaging them. They were the perfect handful. Soft and heavy and my mouth watered. It wasn’t enough. But with Grace, I doubted it ever would be.
I slid my hands around her and tried to work the clasp of her bra, failing spectacularly. Grace giggled at my incompetence, and I’d never heard a sweeter sound.
“This contraption is a nightmare,” I whined.
“Oh, can’t Cole undo a bra?” Grace teased, and I rocked back and looked up at her. Grace was radiant. With her flushed cheeks, the smile on her face, and sparkle that lit up her eyes, she was everything I never knew I wanted.
“Take it off,” I instructed as I dragged my shirt over my head.
She made it look effortless. When she handed me the torture device, I held it up to her. “No more.”
“No more?” she repeated, confused.
“No more bras. They keep me from your tits, and I want, I need access to them,” I declared, tossing it away, not caring where it landed.
“Cole,” she moaned as I sucked a pebbled nipple into my mouth.
I pulled off with a pop. “Yes?” I grinned.
“Um …”
“You were saying something, sweetheart.”
Her hands dug into my hair, her nails scratching my scalp. “Doesn’t matter.”
