by Whitley Gray
“Hello?” came my mother’s voice.
Without thinking, I pulled away from him, but I felt his hand at my back a moment later. Grateful, I smiled. “It’s Grace, Mom. Do you have a minute?”
Chapter Twenty
Sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, I leaned back against the couch and moaned. “This might not have been such a great idea.”
He slurped up the last of the lo mein. “What wasn’t?”
“You wanted me nourished, but I ate too much. I don’t think I can move.” I covered my stomach with both hands. “I should be distended by now.”
His brows wagged, and the spark in his eyes arced my nerve endings. “Ah, the lady is incapacitated. The perfect time to strike!” He pushed the carton and his chopsticks aside and scooted closer, grabbing my arm only as long as it took to bury his face in my neck.
I forgot all about the food and my discomfort. Memories of it vanished when he touched me. I wrapped my arms around him, ready to take him in like I’d been ready for the last hour and before that. Hell, I’d been ready for him back in the garage. I wished I were naked already so we could get back to what I’d missed since I left California.
I tried to pull him with me to the floor, but he kept us upright. “Wait, there’s more.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll explode.”
“Not the way I have in mind.” He reached across the table and handed me a fortune cookie. “You know, it’s a proven fact that your fortune can’t come true unless someone gives you the cookie. If you’ve been taking one for yourself all these years, all those fortunes are null and void.”
“That explains why I’m not rich, famous, and wise by now.” I reached for another cookie and handed it to him. “For you.”
He looked puzzled. “For who?”
I blinked. “What? For you. Your cookie. You don’t want it? I don’t think I can eat two.”
His feigned puzzlement morphed into something warmer. “Say my name. I love the way it sounds when you say it.”
He nodded to my hands. That was when I remembered I held a cookie for him. “Aaron?” His eyes drifted closed. Somehow it made him look even sexier. “Aaron, this is for you.”
He whispered, “Thank you.” Our hands brushed as he took the cookie from my palm. A quivering smile framed his face. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out, Grace.”
Damn he was right. My name sounded like magic from his lips. “I hope you never do a movie opposite a character named Grace, or I’m going to have a hard time sitting through the premiere.”
He brushed his lips against mine. My heart slammed in my chest for knowing my wait was almost over. “You’d go to a premiere with me?”
I laid my hand over his heart. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
I felt his body tighten, coil, and tense in the best way possible. “Are you sure?” He pushed the coffee table away from us, giving us more room to get closer.
As I reached for the top button on his shirt, I nodded. “I’m ready now. I want to.”
“I mean the premiere.”
“That too.”
My heart hit my throat at the expression on his face. I could only imagine he felt the same as I did, but his next words proved it. “I love you, Grace.”
Barely breathing, I nodded. “I know. I love you too.”
He shook his head, his hands trembling between us like they were surging with energy he could hardly rein in. He touched his thumb to my cheek.
“The first time we made love, I was angry. You gave yourself up to save me from myself. Afterward, I thought you were crazy. Now I think I know why you did it.” He nibbled at my lower lip. Just a tiny taste, but it was enough to light the first spark under my belly. Or at least, to fan the flame that hadn’t really gone out. “I don’t know if I can ever deserve you, but if you’re willing, give me a lifetime to try.”
Was I trembling, or was it the rest of the world? With my luck it would be a perfect time for a quake, but we were in Pennsylvania, not California. “I’m not that big a deal. I’m just—”
“Mine,” he finished. “You’re just mine.”
“Yes,” I breathed, reaching for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and tossing it aside. For a split second I wondered what I was in for. This was a huge change in my life, adding another person and another schedule to it. How could we make it work? Two coasts, two careers, and two completely different worlds. But the moment his fingers slid under my bra, his hand filling with my flesh, I didn’t care. We’d find a way. We’d make it work even if it meant everything went into a blender. What came out would be ours.
I was so ready for this. Not just the sex but everything. Most of all, I wanted him.
I peeled out of the bra, baring myself to him. My body was set aflame by the desire in his eyes.
“I’m going to take it slow,” he said softly as his hand kneaded me. I almost didn’t hear him for the rush of blood in my ears, but I nodded. Whatever he had in mind would no doubt work for me. “I didn’t do that the first time.”
I whispered, “You can remember our first time after all that Cabernet?” My mouth went dry when he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped out of it. I pressed my hand to his bare chest and moaned. My fingers glided over the surface of his skin. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I feel like I’ve waited forever to touch you again.”
He held my wrist, moving it across his pecs. “I know. Me too. I love it when you touch me.”
My breath caught. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.”
“Why is that?”
I shifted to sit before him, on my knees with my hands free to wander. “Because I want to touch all of you.” My smile slid into what felt to me like a wondrously evil grin. “All. Night. Long.”
His breathing went heavy. “Keep talking like that and you’re going to make me come in my pants.”
“Then we should fix that, shouldn’t we?” My fingers danced down his flat belly to the buckle on his pants. “Why are you still dressed? We really should’ve fixed this hours ago.”
Likewise, he pushed my pants down from my hips. “We had things we needed to do first.”
“But they’re done now, aren’t they?” His zipper was no sooner undone than my hands were inside his briefs, my fingers wrapping around the hard length of his cock. I was going to die if I didn’t get a taste of it in the next five seconds.
He moved too, kneeling in front of me. The shift gave me the chance to pull his pants down off his ass.
“Nothing left to do,” he said. “Except each other. Hey!” I pushed him to his side so he lay on the carpet. “Easy, babe. I— Oh shit, yes.” His hips moved with my rhythm as I took the head into my mouth, my fingers circling his shaft, squeezing at the base. “Good idea. I come first, and then I have all night to work on you.”
My tongue worked him like a lollipop. “Not what I had in mind, but if it floats your boat, it could be a plan.”
I peeked up to see him smiling. “You’re not supposed to make me laugh while you’re sucking me off.”
“If you can’t laugh in bed, you’re doing it wrong.”
He brushed the hair out of my face. “We’re not in bed.”
I licked the little notch at the end of his slit. He shuddered. “Never stopped us before.”
His head fell back, his body splayed across the carpet. “True.”
I murmured pleasure before returning to the delicious task at hand and mouth. My fingers stroked his balls, slipping around to the back, pressing that delicate spot behind them. He moved, moaning and shifting with his hips thrusting to bring him deeper into my mouth. I took in as much of him as I could, but I couldn’t quite get it all, try as I might. My tongue found the base and tickled him there. He cried something I couldn’t make out, but I didn’t have to. I felt it.
I wanted to stay there all night. Giving him pleasure gave me pleasure, so I slowed down, relaxed, and
settled in for what could be a while. My hand wandered up and down his legs, exploring his thighs and the incredibly solid muscles of his calves. No doubt in my mind he was a runner with concrete calves like that.
“Grace.” I felt the tension in his body rise. A quick gauge of his balls told me either he was close to climax or it was too cold in the apartment. I shifted again, taking him deeper, resting on my elbows as I sucked harder, and gripping his ass with both hands. I willed him to let go and to let me take him over the edge.
I tore the orgasm from him. His juices filled my mouth. It was almost more than I could take, but quickly I swallowed and then swallowed again when he kept coming. I don’t know how long that went on. It seemed a while, but finally his tension eased, and I did the same. I kept tasting him, touching him, and stroking him with my tongue because I enjoyed it and because I wanted to make it easier for him when I finally had to let go. I had no plans to ever let go.
When he seemed to catch his breath, his hand patted the floor beside him. “This may have been a bad idea.”
I pushed aside the thought that I’d done something wrong. I couldn’t have given the contented look on his face. No, I’d definitely pleasured the man, and it made me feel incredible inside. Empowered. Beautiful.
“What was?”
“Me going first. I can’t move. How did you do that?”
“Should I show you?” I moved, ready for an encore.
“No!” He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to lay beside him. “You’d kill me. Don’t try that until I can make you my beneficiary.”
I cooled a bit. “I don’t want your money.”
Eyes still closed, he smiled. “I know that, but I’m going to take care of you. Not like that,” he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “I know you can take care of yourself. I mean in the general sense. The ‘husband and wife’ sense.” One eye peeked open, warily studying me.
I surprised myself by not rejecting the idea out of hand. What was it about Aaron that I didn’t feel afraid? I didn’t know if we were ready for that, but I knew the time would come when we would be, and when that time came, he’d be here.
“Someday,” I said. “But not now. Okay?”
He nodded, pulling me against his chest, so I had no other move but to kiss him. “Someday. I can wait for that. But for now…” He shifted, holding me close as he rolled me onto my back.
“I thought I wore you out.” Good God but the weight of him above me made me blind with need.
“I recover quickly.” His leg slid between mine, and his mouth claimed my throat for his own. “What I wouldn’t give for a pair of handcuffs right now.” I shuddered, and he laughed into my shoulder. “You really came just now.”
I panted. “You make me wait this long, it’s bound to happen. Premature…whatever it is on this side of the fence.” I filled my hands with his pecs, and my thumbs teased his nipples. It was his turn to shudder.
“Just for that I’m going to make you wait longer.” But even as he said it, he pushed my other leg open, and his fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh, acting all kinds of lost until they found my lips. He sighed. “Okay, I lied. I can’t wait for it. I’m sorry. I tried.” With that he slid his body between my thighs and tasted me, moaning like he hadn’t known food in years.
I arched, reaching out for something to hold me steady. Nothing. “How…is it we…keep doing…this on— Oh! Yes, yes—on floors?”
His fingers stilled at my pussy. I wailed, writhing and desperately hoping he got the message from the motion of my hips that I craved the feel of him inside me. He kissed my lips and then raised his head.
“You’re right. How’s your rug burn doing, by the way?” He rose up to kneel in front of me. I was open to him, but somehow this time it didn’t bother me. It felt natural now.
“You can rub some cream on it later.” I reached for him. “Don’t go.”
He smiled. “It’s not where I’m going. It’s where I’m taking you.”
“Here is fine, really.”
“Not if we’re going to be at it all night. I need you to be comfortable.”
I looked up at him from my prone position on my living room carpet. He looked like there was no changing his mind. I sighed, holding up my arms. I was still weak from the few minutes he’d tortured me with his mouth.
“Carry me?”
I’d been joking, but the way his eyes lit up scared me as much as it thrilled me. He took my hands and pulled me to my feet.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Before I could protest or even hope to back away, he lifted me off the floor. My heart thundered, but my body felt like a live wire, arcing and sizzling.
“Don’t hurt your back.” Good God, the man had me in his arms, and he was smiling. “We’re going to need that later.”
“You feel like nothing. I could hold you like this all night.” He carried me into the bedroom but didn’t put me down on the bed. “I wonder if this is a position in the Kama Sutra.”
“Could be. If we try them all, do we get a free T-shirt?”
He lowered my feet to the floor but still held me against him. “Can I take it off of you if we do?”
I laughed. “You’re learning.”
“I’m going to learn everything about you.” His voice set off shivers that rocked me from my soul outward. “Starting tonight. Starting now.”
I let go of his shoulders, un-digging my nails from his skin. “I’m yours.”
“That you are,” he growled as his fingertips drew circles around my nipples. “Where should I start?”
I waved my hand behind me, trying to find the bed. “How about where we left off?”
“I like that plan,” he said as his hands slid down to my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. Tactical error because the desire I’d banked in the living room caught fire inside me again. I wasn’t sure I had the patience to wait much longer. I moved, grinding against him and hoping he got the message.
If he did, he ignored it, because he gently laid me down on the bed, kissing me into mindless submission. His tongue could work magic. I’d swear it. When he tasted like he’d been tasting me, his power increased.
I opened to him. It may have been a mindless reaction on my part, he couldn’t help himself, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing, but the tip of his cock teased at my entrance, sliding and retreating. The moment I tried to calibrate to his timing to take him in, he pulled away.
“Why not?”
He bit my lower lip. “Not now.”
I whimpered. It sounded girly, but damn the man, he was changing me. “When?”
“A long, long time from now,” he murmured before he slid his body down the length of mine, his fingers dancing between my thighs, his mouth taste-testing its way across my skin, and his other hand squeezing my breast. My entire being raced with need.
But then his fingers slid out of me again, only to inch lower. His fingertip circled at the center of my ass. My eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. It was all serious desire.
“Do you want me there?”
I nodded. It didn’t take any thought.
“You’ll let me?”
Again, I nodded.
His fingers circled me, plunging inside my pussy, covered in my juices. I was even wetter now that I knew what he wanted. Now that I knew I wanted it too. “It might hurt a little. I’ll try to make it easier on you.”
I stroked his cheek. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
He kissed me. “Not that way, but this, well, it’s different. If you need me to stop, tell me, and I will. I’ll make this good for you. If you’re okay with it, I’ll go gentle.”
I reached down, to cradle his cock in my hand. He was close to ready again. Touching him made me feel bolder so I gave him a gentle stroke. He moaned.
“All of you. I don’t care where it is.”
His head dropped to my shoulder. “I have no idea how I’m going to go slow with you. It all seemed like such a good i
dea on the plane.”
Breathless, I smiled. “You thought about this on the plane?”
He nodded. “It was a long flight.”
“Then we should make it worth the trip.” I reached between us to touch myself. My fingers were covered in juice before I turned them onto him, coating his cock with it.
“You— Oh, God.” His whole body shuddered against me, and he lost control, falling on top of me with his full weight. Air whooshed out of my chest, but it felt so good to take his weight like that. I needed to feel that all the time.
“Now. I can’t wait. Just get me there, please, and then you can take anything you want.”
“I— Oh, hell.” That was the last thing I heard before his body filled me, and my head exploded.
I cried his name as he rocked into me hard, pulsing, gasping, animallike, and out of control. Exactly what I’d hoped for. I needed to feel his control give way to the baser side of his instincts. For my part I gave as good as I got, but I had to hold on to keep up with him. The fire he’d started inside me back in the living room burned hot and built up fast. He shifted to free one hand and slipped his thumb to my clit, rubbing, circling, and pressing. Within moments I was climbing higher, mindless, and reaching out for anything that might keep me grounded…and I found him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, nipping along my jaw. “Go ahead, let go. Come on, I’ve got you.”
But if I let go, that would be it. He’d have me. Everything would change. I’d be his.
And he’d be mine. All of him. Everything. Part and parcel, career and craziness, and heart and soul. I could keep him grounded, and he could teach me to fly.
With that last thought I let him drive me over the edge and fully into the real world. Our world. My body tightened around him, and he murmured in my ear, pretty words and lovely sounds. I followed the sounds as I floated my way back out of the orgasm. Such a beautiful thing to drift back to the peace that being close to him offered me.
