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“She doesn’t have a filter sometimes.” Grace gazed up at him through her lashes. It was such a submissive look.
“I didn’t mind her questions.” He wanted to ease her mind. “She was feeling me out to see if we’re a good match.”
Her jaw flexed as if she was going to say something then thought better of it.
He brushed his thumb against the side of her face. “What is it?”
She averted her gaze, staring at his chest. “She told me not to mess it up.”
Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle, which brought Grace’s head up. She was surprised by his reaction. “How exactly does she think you’ll mess it up?”
“By pushing you away.” It sounded as if she were admitting to some heinous crime.
He brought her closer, letting his lips linger an inch away from hers. “Is that what you want? For me to go away?”
The muscles in her throat moved beneath his hand as she swallowed. “No.”
“Good.” He smiled and figured this was as good a time as any to bring up their sleeping arrangements for the night. “I brought a change of clothes with me.”
She had no problem following the shift in conversation. “You’re spending the night?”
“If that’s okay with you.”
Grace licked her lips, drawing his attention back to her mouth. “I’d like that.”
He hummed as he closed the distance between them. As much as he wished otherwise, Alexander tempered his kiss and kept it fairly chaste. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Me either.” He kissed her again.
“I could make something,” she suggested.
Alexander didn’t release her. “Or we could just order in.”
She circled her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, letting him know she was in the moment as much as he was. “Sounds good.”
It would have made more sense for them to put things on the back burner until after they ate, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. Alexander began walking backward toward the kitchen. She followed him step for step, not allowing any space to come between them.
When they reached the table, he used one hand to push the napkins that were lying in the way onto the floor. He’d worry about picking them up later. All he could think about at the moment was Grace and getting inside her.
He lifted her until she was sitting on the table and spread her legs so he could position himself between them. She was warm and inviting, and the little moans coming out of her were going straight to his cock.
“Lift your arms,” he muttered between kisses.
She didn’t hesitate and neither did he. Alexander reached for the hem of her shirt, worked it up her torso, and threw it on the floor, not caring where it landed. He went for her bra next and it soon joined her shirt on the floor.
“I love your tits,” he said, cupping one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it against his palm. “They fit perfectly in my hand.”
Her fingers pressed into his scalp when he brought his fingers together and pinched her nipple. He loved playing with her breasts, but that wasn’t what was at the forefront of his mind. The need to feel her surrounding him was too strong to deny.
He removed his tie, letting it fall to the floor, before unbuttoning his dress shirt. She met his gaze and held it. This felt different. At least it did to him. He hoped she felt it, too. There was no playing, no protocol. It was just the two of them. Being together. Connecting.
Grace helped him push the shirt off his shoulders, running her hands back up his arms. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. He picked up one of her hands and pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist. “You are so beautiful.”
Almost immediately he saw the color rise in her cheeks. “Thank you.” Then she surprised him by using her free hand to draw a line from his collarbone to the top of his slacks. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Something passed between them, a moment that had him thinking that maybe his feelings for her weren’t all one-sided. That maybe, just maybe, she might be able to feel the same way about him someday.
