Chapter 12 Grant #2
She took a sip of her coffee, then another before opening her eyes. “I’m getting cold feet, but I don’t know why. I’m excited to go away.” After a brief moment, she added, “With you.”
“You said that as an afterthought,” I countered.
“I didn’t want to sound too clingy.” She groaned, putting her face in her hands. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just told you that.”
“Why?” I was thoroughly confused. What was going on?
“Just so you know, I’m usually way more coherent in the morning, but I couldn’t sleep well last night, so now I’m a bit of a zombie.”
“Why didn’t you sleep well?” Even though she still had her head down, I noticed her cheeks turning red. I brought my mouth to her ear. “Were you thinking about me?”
She sighed, and I instantly turned hard. Fuck! What is it with me around this woman? It was as if she had the remote, and I didn’t have any control over my body. Usually, I’d hate that thought, but not with Ruby.
Growing up, I learned not to rely on other people.
After our biological parents passed away, our social worker told me that no one from the family wanted to take us to live with them.
Dad had a brother, and both sets of grandparents were alive, but they didn’t want anything to do with us.
Because of that, I’d always kept people at a distance, which made it tough on Sybil and Thomas.
Even with my brothers, I was cagey about sharing some things, like relationships.
I kissed her, loving the taste of coffee on her lips.
It felt like an intimate thing to share first thing in the morning.
And I couldn’t just stop at one kiss. I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, positioning her right at the edge.
Her head was pressing against a cupboard and giving me the resistance I needed so I could kiss her hard and deep.
Hell yeah. I could get used to this.
I put my thumbs on her belly, pushing them under her shirt. She sighed against my mouth and dug her heels against the outside of my thighs, urging me on. I moved farther up, cupping her bare breast, and groaned into her mouth. Her nipple was hard.
I circled it with my forefinger again and again as I kissed her, loving the feel of her knees pressing into my waist. I moved on to kissing the side of her neck, tugging at her earlobe before pulling back.
“Fuck, I’ve been fantasizing about your neck ever since we went to the theater.
I wanted to kiss this spot the whole evening. ”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I also wanted to do this.” I put one hand on her inner thigh, brushing my thumb right over her pussy. Even though it was over her shorts, it still had an impact on her. She moaned, and the fabric turned warm—a sure sign that she was soaking wet beneath it.
“Grant... oh God...”
I wanted to make her come. And I was going to do just that. Clearly, she needed it. Though if I was honest, I needed it more than her. I wanted to see this woman come apart right now.
I kept moving my thumb. “I want to touch your pussy—your bare pussy, Ruby.”
“Yes, please.”
I slid my hand into her shorts the next second.
She was wearing panties, too, so I pushed my fingers under them. She was waxed clean. It was driving me insane. She was so fucking wet. I’d intended to simply play with her clit, but she was ready for much more, so I instantly slid in one finger.
“Grant!” She straightened up as if a current shot through her. Then I gave her a second one while I resumed massaging her clit. She dropped her head onto my shoulder, hunching her back.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!”
I slowly moved my fingers in and out. Her body was tight, but all of a sudden, she stopped pressing her knees into my sides.
Instead, she opened her legs wider, jerked her hips forward, and tilted her head up.
I put a hand over the cabinet so she wouldn’t slam her head against it.
When she straightened up again, I kissed her, hard and deep.
This was exhilarating. I was so fucking proud that I’d made this woman come so fast.
Her body jerked uncontrollably. I held her firmly with one hand while I worked her pussy with the other one until she came down from the high I’d given her. Then I pulled my hand out and cleaned it at the sink next to us.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, drying my hand on a tea towel hanging over the sink.
She had her eyes closed, but she opened them slowly to look at me.
“Oh yeah!” She giggled, putting a hand over her mouth. “My goodness. We definitely started this escapade with a bang. We didn’t even make it to our destination first.”
“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, what are you doing to me?” I asked, standing in front of her again.
“No idea. But I’m thoroughly enjoying what you’re doing to me. This was delightful.” She grinned. “Now, I need to finish packing, or we’ll never make it to the cabin.”
I stepped back so she could hop off the counter, and then she headed straight to her bedroom.
This “escapade” was off to a good start. And I was certain we’d enjoy the drive too. Sybil and Thomas always said the journey was part of the vacation, and they’d always made it fun and entertaining.
Unfortunately, Ruby fell asleep about ten minutes into the drive. She only woke up two hours later.
“Oh my God. How long was I out?”
“About two hours.”
“Why did you let me sleep?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You told me earlier that I kept you up all night. The least I could do was let you get some rest.”
She snorted. “Right. Well, now I’m up and full of energy.”
“Do you want to make a pit stop for another coffee?”
“No, I’m good.” She frowned. “I’m really sorry I dozed off.”
“Don’t be. I had plenty of time to imagine all the things I’m going to do to you once we get to the cabin.”
“Hmmm... If you want, I can be completely quiet so you can think some more.”
I laughed. “I can talk and imagine all that.”
She grinned. “God, this is so exciting. I haven’t been out of Portland in forever.”
“How come?”
“I guess life got in the way. I always had to save up for something—down payment on my house, then the restaurant. There was always something.”
“So you never make time for yourself? ”
“I get massages and pedicures. I make my own bubbles of relaxation, but I just don’t go on vacations. How about you?”
“I travel, but always for business: LA, New York, Chicago. But I’ve set up my house so that when I come back from work, I can—”
“Relax in your gorgeous sauna or your pool?” She grinned. “Clever. I typically like to get out of the house. My shed does the trick, too, when I’m in the mood for reading or painting, but I prefer to be out and about to truly relax. “
“I don’t. I like my home.”
“Your fortress?” she asked in a joking tone.
I chuckled. “My brothers actually call it that.”
“Oh, wow. Really? Why?”
“When you see it, you’ll understand.”
“Here you go again with that plan of yours to lure me into your lair.”
I winked at her. “I’m transparent, what can I say. No secret about it.”
“Oh, I see. So why are you taking me out of town, then?”
“I wanted us to spend some time together away from Portland. Figured we’d relax more easily like this.”
She smiled. “You’re a smart man, Grant Clifford. Very smart.”