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“My bed was rather cold last night.” It was a way to say he’d missed having her in his bed. He was afraid if he came out and said it that it might scare her, which was the opposite of what he wanted.
She pressed her lips together and looked down, her gaze on the hand with which she was fingering the top of his pants. “I’m glad you’re staying tonight.”
It wasn’t exactly as good as saying she’d missed him, but he’d take it. He released her wrist and went for the button on her jeans. She watched as he popped the button and eased the zipper down. “Lean back a little.”
Grace placed her hands behind her on the table, leaned back, and lifted her hips. He worked the material down her legs, removing her shoes in the process. She stared at him with such trust in her eyes that he couldn’t help but react. His heart beat hard in his chest and his erection pressed impatiently against the seam of his thin dress slacks.
Alexander placed his hand on her chest, letting her know he wanted her to lie back. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and got rid of them as well, leaving her completely naked before him.
Taking his time, he knelt down and spread her open with his fingers. He leaned in, allowing her musky scent to fill his senses, before taking a long leisurely lick. There was something about going down on a woman that Alexander loved.
He did it again and again, circling her clit, sucking her labia into his mouth, and dipping his tongue inside every now and then to taste even more of what she had to offer. Grace’s hand came off the table as if she wanted to reach for him, but then she let it fall again. He realized she wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted or not.
Shifting a little, he took hold of her hand and placed it on top of his head, giving her permission. Grace laced her fingers through his hair. He loved when she touched him. She didn’t try to control his movements. It was more tactile—another point of connection, grounding.
He felt the trembling of her limbs and knew she was close. But suddenly he didn’t want her to come this way. He wanted to be inside her when she fell off that cliff.
When he stood, her hand fell away and she opened her eyes, worry in them. He swiftly put to rest any concerns she had that she’d done something wrong by removing his pants and rolling a condom down his length.
Alexander didn’t waste any time once he was sheathed. He nestled himself between her legs once more and pressed his cock against her entrance.
Holding her gaze, he pressed himself home, feeling her walls contract around him. It took everything he had not to close his eyes to savor the sensation, but he hadn’t wanted to break eye contact.
He reached for her and she came willingly, sitting up and wrapping her legs around his waist. While he had no issues making love to her spread out on the table, she was too far away.
They kissed and touched while they moved. There was no hurry, nothing that required their attention outside the two of them. He’d never felt anything like it before and he knew why.
I love you was on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back. She wasn’t ready. He knew that. Instead, he chose different words. Words that expressed how he felt, but that she could take in a number of different ways. He grasped the back of her head, forcing her to look at him as he reached between them and began massaging her clit. “Mine.”
Grace gasped as her orgasm approached and he gripped her head tighter. She dug her nails into his biceps as he pumped in and out of her, driving her higher. His signs of dominance were making her hot.
“Say it,” he demanded.
Her breath hitched and he felt her muscles contract around his cock in response. “Yours.”
“Damn right,” he muttered before crushing his lips against hers. “Now come for me.”
He thrust into her harder, faster, not relenting until he heard her muffled screams into his mouth.
Only then did he let go and join her, allowing his release to flow through him as he held her.
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Chapter 22
Grace pulled her ponytail tight and took a final look at herself in the mirror before leaving the house. She was running a little later than usual but she couldn’t bring herself to be sorry. Alexander had woken her up in the most delicious way. She could still feel his hands ghosting over her body... his teeth nipping at her skin. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her.
“You look happy this morning,” Beth said when she and Grace were alone a few hours later.
She had no reason to deny it. Besides, if Beth hadn’t already heard about what had happened at the club Saturday night, she probably would. Especially since she was part of Alexander’s circle of friends. Grace grabbed several bottles off the shelf next to her and began filling them. “I am.”
“I’m glad. You deserve it.”
Grace didn’t respond.
Unfortunately, Beth picked up on her silence. “Something wrong?”
“No. Everything’s good. Great, even.”
