“Yeah?” I grinned ear to ear. “I love you, too.”
He smiled. His face radiated a joy I never witnessed on him before. “As much as I like you sitting on me, would you like to head back to my house? We can order pizza.”
My stomach growled. “Busted.”
“Pizza it is.” He helped me into the passenger seat before putting the car in drive. We held hands for the duration of the drive while we talked about nothing and everything. It didn’t matter. He loved me. I could breathe. A light rain began as we walked up to the back of his house. I laughed.
“What’s funny?” he asked, giving me a playful smile.
“The night of that storm? I wanted to rip your clothes off.”
He stiffened.
“What?”
“You have no idea how hard that was. You wore my sweatshirt, and all I could see were your long legs. I had to jerk off twice that night thinking about you.”
I gasped. “Brock—”
“Grace, you have no idea how much you affect me. You snuck your damn way into my heart, and you’re all I think about.” He opened the door and locked it as soon as I entered. “Did you think of me while touching yourself at all?”
I swallowed hard as my back hit the door. His large frame towered over me, but his size and power turned me on. “Y-yes.”
“What did you think about?” His husky voice had me clenching my legs together. “Did you imagine me touching you?”
“Y-yes.” I shivered as he slow, slow, slowly grabbed the edge of my shirt. His fingers grazed my abdomen, and I groaned.
“Can I take your shirt off, Grace?” His heated eyes were a shade of blue I had never seen. I nodded. “Thank God.”
He removed my shirt like he had all the time in the world, and my nerves lost their damn mind. He sucked in a breath as I stood there in a bralette I borrowed from Gilly. “Damn.”
I giggled but stopped when he traced the outline of my perked nipples. “I’ve dreamed about this for so damn long. This might be embarrassingly quick for me, okay?”
He slid one of my straps off to the side and bit his fist after he undid it. My pink nipples were directed right at him. He pinched them both, and I slammed my head into the wall. “Shit.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait until the bedroom. Come on, I’m a desperate man.” He picked me up, and in a couple short strides, he set me on his bed. “Now this. This is what I’ve been dreaming about for months.”
“Me?” I whispered.
“You. In my bed. But I need to see all of you.” He grinned, biting down on his lip. “Goddamn your tits are perfect, Grace.”
“Yeah? Stop staring, and do something.” I shocked myself at my crassness. It worked though. His jaw set in determination, he slid my pants down my legs. He traced the outline of my soaking wet panties. I jumped. “God.”
“Does this feel good, baby?” He traced it again and slowly slid his fingers back up to my chest. “I’ll get back to that.”
He brought his warm tongue to my breasts and teased the shit out of them. His hands were magic all over my body when his mouth did things that set my blood on fire. I bucked, and he bit down. “Your body is so responsive. I love it.”
“You’re so good; don’t stop,” I pleaded. He stopped and stared at me. A full minute stare. I blushed before his eyes warmed.
“You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Here.” He kissed my mouth. “Here.” He kissed the spot right above my heart. “And here.” He the edge of my stomach and slid my panties down. “Are you doing okay?”
“Y-yes. So okay.” My pulse raced in my body.
“God, you’re soaked. Is that all for me?” He slid a finger inside of me. I moaned into the blanket.
“Yes. You.”
“I love that.” He slid a second finger inside. He thrusted in and out. “Does this feel good?”
