Page 71 of Falling Together

“You want to come back to my place, Cowgirl?”

“Try and stop me, Grant.”

Chapter Twenty-One

GRANT

“Are you sure it’s okay I spend the night?” Georgia whispers.

“Yes.” Based on all of the lights turned off upstairs, Luke’s downstairs for the night. “Besides, locks were invented for a reason.”

“Good.”

Georgia is standing there waiting for me and fuck, it makes my cock throb.

“Why? Is someone needy?”

I press my back against the door, crossing my arms over my chest as I take her in. The way the green dress skims over her knees. How it hugs her chest. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, hinting at what she wants.

She closes the distance between the two of us, resting her hands on my forearms. Even in the dim light, her eyes are bright, full of lust.

“Yes, Grant.”

“Good.”

I don’t waste another minute. I hoist Georgia into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist. Backing her up against the wall, I attack her mouth.

Oh, fuck.

So damn good.

She tastes like the mint she grabbed when we left the restaurant. So damn good, and so damn perfect. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long without her.

Her fingers sink into my hair as she deepens the kiss. I have no problem letting her take control. I could make out with this woman for hours and I’d be perfectly content.

But not tonight. Tonight I want to bury myself inside of her and make her come. I want to hear my name on her lips. Cupping her cheek, I slow her down so I can carry her to the bedroom. It’s a short distance.

Setting her on the bed, I shut the door and lock it behind me. By the time I turn back around, she’s lying in the center of the bed looking like a dream.

“Where to start with you?” I tap my finger against my chin. “There were so many things I wanted to do to you that night that we never got around to.”

“There’s one thing you won’t be doing,” she says, pressing up onto her elbows.

“What’s that?”

“Ripping this dress off of me.”

“I don’t plan on that.” The corner of my mouth quirks up into a smile as I drop down onto my knees between her spread legs. I flip the dress up over her hips. “But your underwear? I make no promises.”

A shudder racks her body as I drag my knuckle over the soft material.

“Do it,” she urges me on. “God, do it, Grant.”

“Not yet.”

“Ugh. Why do you insist on torturing me?”

I press kisses up her leg, bypassing where she really wants me, and trail a wet path down the other leg.