“God, Liam,” she moaned and goosebumps broke out over my skin at her hot breath next to my ear.
“You feel so good,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut in concentration.Goodwas a ridiculously inadequate word for this sensation. Grace was hot and wet around my cock and so fucking tight I could hardly stand it. When she tilted her hips up towards me, causing me to slide in a little deeper, my eyes rolled back in my head.
And then she did it again.
That was all the invitation I needed to thrust into her fully. I grunted out my pleasure when my entire shaft was finally cradled deep inside her. “So good,” I rasped. “Sofuckinggood, Gracie.”
I wasn’t usually much of a talker in bed but I couldn’t seem to make myself shut up with this woman. I needed her to know exactly how this felt to me, how indescribably perfect the moment was. And if the way her pussy fluttered around me with every whispered word in her ear was any indication, Gracie wasn’t complaining about my big mouth.
I adjusted my weight so I was resting on my elbows, needing to look down at her. I wanted to imprint every moment of this on my brain, her noises and the feel of her under me, around me. The way she looked writhing against the bed, her usual clear green eyes now smokey with passion and pleasure.
I wanted to both watch her and simultaneously bury my face against the soft skin of her neck. To make her ride me but also keep her trapped under my body forever. I wanted to touch every inch of her, all at the same time. It was too much, all of this goodness, and I knew one time was never going to be enough. Not anywhere close to enough.
Her breathing increased as her eyelids fluttered closed. I immediately missed those green eyes. “Look at me,” I ordered,my voice sounding like I’d been gargling gravel. “Look at me, Gracie.”
It seemed to be a struggle, but she opened her eyes for me. “Good girl,” I told her, pumping harder. Fuck, I needed her to get there. There was no way I was going to last much longer. It was a freaking miracle I’d lasted as long as I had.
Balancing on one arm, I brought my other hand down to her clit. My fingertips brushed the place where we were connected, feeling my hardness plunging into her perfect wet tightness, and that was the thing that pushed me over the edge.
I buried my face in her neck, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles, needing her to come so badly I felt like I would explode with it. Her inner walls started to tighten, the sensation so much better around my cock than it had been around my fingers—and I had nearly come in my pants when I felt it around my fingers. There was no chance I’d be able to hold out now.
I pumped into her harder, faster, my hips nailing her down into the mattress. “Come for me, Gracie. Fuck, I need you to come.”
And she did. She came all around my cock in a spasm of clenching heat that had me exploding right along with her. Pleasure shot from the base of my spine out into my limbs, my vision narrowing down to the tiniest pinprick of light as my entire body tightened and then released. I was shouting something, probably her name, but I was way too far gone to be conscious of it.
I was conscious ofhernoises, though. The breathy moans and loud gasps that echoed in my ear as I collapsed on top of her. I could get drunk off those noises. Wanted to hear them for the rest of my life.
I somehow managed to lift my head enough to look down at her and my eyes immediately met clear green. There wasn’t an ounce of regret there, only deep satisfaction.
She grinned at me and I grinned back, probably looking like a fool and not caring in the slightest. I collapsed to the side, not wanting to suffocate her, but pulled her along with me, unwilling to allow even an inch of distance between us.
“I think that surpassedwow,” she whispered, and my chest rumbled with laughter.
“We need a new word for what that was,” I agreed.
Gracie was quiet for a moment, her breathing steady against my chest, and I wondered if maybe she had fallen asleep. But then she kissed the skin just over my heart and gave me back the words I had used earlier on the couch.
“Fucking perfect.”
CHAPTER 16
Iblinked awake in a dimly lit room. Unlike so many other mornings when I woke up in a strange bed, I didn’t have a moment of confusion. All it took was a simple inhale of breath and I could smell her all around me. That sweet scent of honey and almond that had always surrounded Gracie now clung to her sheets, to the pillow below my head.
A crash of excitement hit me low in the belly as the events of the night before came rushing back to me. Finally kissing her the way I had always wanted to. My fingers inside her on the couch. Our first time here in this bed. The shower we’d taken after to get cleaned up—and the way I’d made her dirty all over again against the tiles as the hot water pounded against us.
After the shower, our growling stomachs reminded us that our plans for dinner had been thwarted. Unwilling to let Gracie put on clothes, I’d ordered us a pizza, which we ate naked in her bed.
It was the best pizza I’d ever eaten. But that might have had more to do with the company. And the sex hormones.
We fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, Gracie’s head fitting so perfectly just under my chin that I knew she’d been made for me. I woke her up once in the night, barely awakemyself but needing to assure us both that I was here with her, that this was real. I didn’t think anything could compare to the explosion of passion that had been our first time, but slow and lazy middle-of-the-night-sex was a pretty close second.
Even after all that, my body was still humming for her. Neither of us had work today, Josie was with her grandparents, and I couldn’t think of any reason I couldn’t indulge in some morning sex with my favorite curvy redhead.
I turned over to face Gracie, who was curled up right next to me, her forehead resting against the corner of my pillow. There was something about the idea of her sharing my pillow that had my chest tightening. I liked that she had wanted to stay so close to me, even in her sleep.
I had imagined waking up next to Gracie countless times. Any time I pictured this, she’d had been angelic in her sleep. Gorgeous and feminine with softly curling hair and sweet sleep-pink cheeks.
The reality was…a little different. Gracie’s red hair was frizzy and knotted, so big and messy it covered half of her face. The part of her that I could see—mostly her mouth and chin—was red and sort of blotchy. Her perfect lips were turned down in a rare frown and I was pretty sure she was drooling.
