Page 11 of Falling Together

His appreciative smile tells me all I need to know.

Resting one knee on the bed, he moves to cover my body with his. He drops his elbows on either side of my head before finally—finally—kissing me.

It’s like a volcano erupts inside of me. It starts slow but it builds as I open for him, seeking him out. I want to taste every bit of him as his tongue glides against mine.

I don’t remember a kiss ever inciting such feelings inside of me. My nails dig into his back as I urge him on. His fingers play with the cups of my bra. Every touch is edging. I crave more of the heady sensations floating through me.

I’ve never been one for emotional attachments, keeping myself locked up. But one night with Grant and I want this feeling to last.

His lips kiss a path down my jaw before sucking on my earlobe. I drift one hand down his back to cup his ass and pull him in closer.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I sigh as he keeps working on my neck.

“I can say the same for you, Cowgirl.”

“Then do something about it.”

I smack his ass as his laughter reverberates from my neck through my body.

“So antsy.”

“What can I say? We don’t have all night, and I want to feel your dick inside of me.”

I’ve never been so brazen in my life. I don’t say these kinds of things, but somehow, Grant pulls it out of me.

He rocks back onto his heels, staring down at me.

“I don’t know. I think we have plenty of time for me to do everything you want.”

“Ugh.” I throw my arm over my eyes. “Hurry up.”

The bed shifts below me before my feet are being tugged.

“Ahh!”

I move my arm to look and see Grant kneeling at the foot of the bed between my spread legs.

“Is this more to your satisfaction?”

His breath ghosts over my underwear before a finger traces the wet spot.

“Oh, yes,” I whine.

Because it feels so damn good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt and he’s barely done anything to me.

God, that makes me feel pathetic.

But I can’t stew on that feeling. Not when his lips are sucking on my clit through the fabric.

I sink my fingers into his hair and hold on. I grind against his mouth, savoring the sensations. His hands walk their way up my stomach to squeeze my breasts.

I don’t know if it’s the combination of Grant and of my not having had sex in months—okay, more like a year—but I’m ready to combust.

I squeeze my legs tight around his head as I try to stave off an orgasm. Not when it’s this good.

“Are you ready for me to taste you?” he murmurs.

His voice is deep and raspy. I’m glad he’s feeling even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.