Page 7 of Bothered By the Grump

As if to prove his point, he practically jogs up the stairs.

I find I can’t keep my hands off him anymore. I start kissing his neck as soon as we reach the landing at the top of the stairs. He tastes so masculine and good.

He groans. “I’m sweaty as hell, lass. I should shower before we do this.”

I kiss him again. “Don’t you dare. I love how you taste and smell.” Apparently, everything about this man is attractive to me. Even his sweat. I may have lost my mind, but it feels good.

I don’t pay any attention to the bedroom as he sets me on the bed. My focus is completely on the man I’ve lusted after for months. I scramble to take off my shirt as he does the same. I unclip my bra without thinking and my breasts spill out.

“Fuck lass, you’re going to give me a heart attack. You’re so beautiful.” His Irish accent deepens as his arousal increases. I love it.

I grin back at him. “You might give me one too.”

Without his shirt, he’s a glory to behold. I’ve seen him in his shop, with sweat running down his muscular chest as he slowly shapes the glass he’s working with. He wears a leather apron and sometimes no shirt underneath. God, I’ve had so many fantasies about this man.

I tear my jeans and panties off in record time, wanting the barriers gone. He watches me with those vibrant blue eyes the whole time. I stare up at him in amazement as his shorts come off and the cock that I’ve dreamed of is finally bared to me.

It’s perfect. Long and smooth, with enough girth to fill me completely. He strokes himself, once, then twice, and groans long and hard. Precum beads at the tip.

“Inside me now,” I demand, spreading my legs. I dip my finger into my own wetness, unable to stop myself. I need relief. I’ve never ached like this before.

“Fuck, Noelle, you’re killin’ me.” He crawls onto the bed and hovers over me, pressing his body lightly into mine. The feel of our bare skin against each other takes my breath away.

“Are you on birth control, lass? I want to take you with nothing between us, pretty one. Can I do that? I promise I’ve been tested.” His green eyes search mine.

I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before. I’m on birth control for my periods and I’ve always used extra precautions. But with him…something just feels different. I want to feel everything.

I nod. “Take me bare, Luca. Let me feel you.”

He enters me swiftly, making me take a deep inhale of breath. He stills above me.

“Did I hurt you, love?” he asks in a worried tone. “I should have moved slower. You’re just so…and I’m so…fuck, I’m messing this up, aren’t I?”

I cup his cheek with my hand. “You aren’t messing anything up.” I wiggle my hips a bit and he lodges deeper within me. “You don’t hurt, babe. You feel good. So good.”

His eyes darken. “Say that again. Babe, baby, any endearment. Call me yours, Noelle. Just yours.”

I let out a long moan when he pulls back and then enters me again. “Baby, so good, so good.” My head thrashes from side to side.

“I can’t last long, love. I want us to come together, though. Come with me, sweetheart.”

He reaches down and circles my clit with his thumb as he continues to pound into me. My hips arch up as hits that magic spot.

Now, I’m muttering unintelligible words, “Babe, baby…oh God, oh…” I can’t seem to shut up as he enters me hard one last time. Stars erupt behind my closed eyes and my body shakes. I feel every amazing sensation down to my toes.

This. This is what sex, what making love, should be. He lets out a roar as he releases inside of me, long and hard. I can feel his release. I can feel everything. I feel full of him.

He kisses my forehead and looks into my eyes again. “Everything, lass. You are my everything.”

Chapter ten

Luca

I’m crazy about her, but how do I make her see it? -Luca

She still has her guard up. I stare into my pint of Guinness and try not to worry about it.

I mean, what do I have to be worried about? I’m having hot sex with the woman of my dreams on the daily, my business is going great, and I’m having my favorite drink in my favorite bar. So why the hell do I feel like this? I mean, the other day I took her from behind, pounding into her while looking at her plump butt cheeks and came harder than I ever have before. Then I held her and almost told her I loved her. Even started the sentence when she suddenly turned to me with a panicked look and then started blowing me to shut me up…