“That’s what I thought,” I confirmed, tweaking her other nipple earning me a squeak.
I sucked and plucked and massaged Grace’s boobs until I thought I was going to combust. Grace’s knees were locked against my ribs so tightly there was a good chance she was going to crack one, but it was her scent that made me dizzy. Even through her clothes, I could smell her arousal.
I nipped at her tit once more, knowing I’d leave my mark before I rocked back on my heels.
“Where are you …?” Grace asked as I took her hands and pulled her to her feet in front of me before reaching for the button on her shorts. “Cole,” she panted breathlessly as I dragged down the zipper.
“Sweetheart, I need to taste you,” I told her as I took hold of the top of her pants. I waited until she nodded, giving me the go-ahead before I tugged her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her completely bare to me.
When I looked up at her, Grace was trying to hide behind her hands, and I wasn’t having that. I wanted to see every inch of her. I wanted to taste every inch. Devour her. Worship her.
I batted her hands away. “Don’t hide from me,” I declared.
“But …”
“No buts. Now, hold onto my shoulders.”
“What are you …?” I didn’t give her the chance to finish her question. I lifted her ankle from the ground and draped it over my shoulder opening her up to me. She was pink and puffy and glistening. I licked my lips.
I reached down and adjusted my dick before focusing on the pussy in front of me. It was the last one I’d ever see in my life and it was perfect. I’d spend the rest of my days making it purr and still die a happy man.
I blew a stream of warm air directly on her needy clit that was poking out and Grace wobbled. I reached around and grabbed hold of her ass before leaning in and taking my first taste. Talk about fucking heaven. They say all it takes is one hit to become an addict and when it came to Grace, they were right. She was sweet and tangy, and I knew I’d never get enough. I’d spend my days on my knees with her arousal dripping from my chin for the rest of time if she’d let me.
“Oh fuck,” Grace murmured, tightening her grip and clenching her ass cheeks.
I used my fingers to open her up and devoured her.
Chapter nine
Grace
Iwoke up on Cole’s chest completely refreshed and rested. I lifted my head and looked at the man whose kisses had curled my toes and who’d wrung more orgasms out of my sated body than it’d had in the last six months. His eyes were closed, and he snored softly but was so peaceful.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed and shrugged on one of his flannel shirts, giggling when it almost reached my knees. After a quick stop in the bathroom, I padded out to the kitchen and started the coffee. I needed coffee and food, and I needed them now. That man had stamina for days and I’d certainly worked up an appetite.
I was cracking eggs into the skillet when two long, muscled arms slid around my waist from behind, scaring me half to death.
With a squeal, I jumped, dropping an egg on the floor.
“Shit!” I swore as I tried not to step in the goo.
Cole just chuckled and released his grip. “I got it,” he told me, his voice deep and rumbling.
I tried again and got the eggs going as the toaster popped.
Cole chucked the wad of egg-covered paper towels in the trash before reaching for one of the coffee mugs. “Is this for me?” he asked.
“Yep,” I smiled, popping the ‘p’. “Now, how do you like your eggs?”
Ten minutes later, we were sitting side by side at the kitchen counter sharing breakfast like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“A guy could get used to this,” Cole declared, pushing his plate away and rubbing his stomach.
“A guy could or you could?” I pushed.
Cole growled and grabbed the legs of my chair, dragging me closer to him. “You better not be cooking breakfast for anyone else, Grace.”
I gulped.
