Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Mara
Graham’s kiss is not what I’d imagined. I’d thought he’d kiss me softly, sweetly, with an enormous amount of skill.
But he surprises me by taking the passionate route straight past soft and sweet.
He kisses with authority, taking my breath away, and knocking my knees together. His tongue sweeping along my lower lip before urgently pushing into my mouth with bold, seductive strokes is a shock to my system.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Graham’s kiss shakes me to the core, fills me with longing, makes me want to climb him like a cat up a tree.
If the man is this good with his mouth, what else can he do?
His hands glide down my back, a bare flirtation compared to what his mouth is doing to mine. He skims over my ass, then pushes under my coat—his coat—and trails up to my hips. Cupping my hips, he pulls me against his body.
Every inch of him is hard.
Who knew writers had so much muscle?
Thunder rumbles in the sky, and rain lashes the ground around our covered area. We kiss and kiss under the shelter of the picnic area, alone in our own little world.
Cupid barks. Once, then twice, then on repeat. Graham drags his lips from mine and blinks down at Cupid.
“What is it, boy?”
Cupid trots to the edge of the cement pad and sits facing the park. The rain has cleared, and a mist fills the air. A double rainbow splits the Carolina blue sky.
“Do you believe in signs?” I gesture at the perfect double arch.
Graham stares at it, then looks down at me, a smile in his eyes. “That’s got to mean something.”
I slide my arms around his neck and pull him back for another kiss. “We made magic.”
He drops another one of those bomb kisses on my mouth before easing back to put a few inches between our lips. “Come home with me.”
With the kiss still sizzling between us, we grab Cupid and race through the misting rain to my car. He and Cupid walked, but it’s quicker to drive, and for me it seems like the safer option. If anything goes sideways, I’m in the driver’s seat. I can get out just as fast as I got in.
In no time, we reach Graham’s tidy bungalow in the oldest section of town. The houses sit far back from the street on swatches of manicured lawns dotted with blossoming trees.
“It’s the white brick one at the end of the street.” Graham gestures to a bungalow with a wide front porch.
Cupid presses his nose to the window and wags his furry tail. He knows home when he sees it.
Graham waits until I’ve come to a stop before reaching across the console to cup my face. He kisses me softly.
I melt.
Here’s the soft. Here’s the sweet. I knew he had this in him.
“No pressure.” He eases back, looks into my eyes. “You don’t have to come in.”
My heart sinks. “What if I want to?” The breathless quality of my voice makes it clear that oh yes, I want to. I definitely want to.
“If you come in, I’m not going to stop with kissing.”
The butterflies in my stomach take flight. “What are you going to do?”
He leans forward, kissing my lips, then my chin, then my neck. “I’m going to start with kissing.” His lips slide over my skin, causing a riot of sensations. “I’ll kiss every inch of you.”
My breath catches in my throat. “And then?”
He uses his teeth on my shoulder, biting softly. “I’m going to get you so wet, Mara.”
If only he knew, he’s already accomplished that goal. But I want him to keep talking. It’s doing something delicious to every nerve ending in my body. The pound, pound, pound of my heart fills my ears.
“Go on.”
“Then, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know what happened. All night long.”
I suck in a sharp breath as his words loosen every inhibition I had left. “Let’s get inside.”
We race up to the house, Cupid leading the way. Graham unlocks the front door, and we rush inside. But we don’t make it far. As soon as the door is open, Graham presses me against the closed door and kisses me again.
The slow, drugging kiss makes my heart race and my blood heat. Graham eases the jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, and his fingers trail over my belly.
Lust simmers on a slow boil as he glides his hands up my belly, stopping just under the swell of my breasts.
“I’ve thought of nothing but you since I met you.” He teases my nipples through my bra with a flick of his thumbs. “I want to fill my hands with your gorgeous breasts and push my dick deep inside you.”
A thrill runs down my spine. My writer is a dirty talker. I should have known.
Our mouths meet in a crash of urgency. Tongues meet and explore greedily, and our hands join in on the action. I peel off my wet shirt, and Graham slips off his shoes.
Piece by piece, we discard every article of clothing we have on. We only stop kissing long enough to shrug out of shirts and unzip pants. Our mouths are fused together, and before I know it, we are naked and tangled together on Graham’s bed.
Graham makes true on his promise of kissing me all over. His lips are hot and hungry, teasing and tasting every inch of my body. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His hot, wet tongue lavishes my breasts, driving me into a frenzy of need.
My hips buck, and my fists clutch the comforter. I’ve never been more eager in my life. Need pulses through me. I’m a quivering mess as Graham rolls off me, leaving me wanting more.
He’s back a moment later, a condom clutched in his hand. I snatch it from him and tear it open with my teeth. He takes the packet back from me and tosses it onto the dresser.
“We aren’t quite ready for that, yet.”
He leans down and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm, molding perfectly against mine. A thrill runs through me every time he kisses me.
His five-o’clock shadow scrapes against my cheek. The contrast between his rough beard scruff and soft lips creates the most delicious sensation. Every pass of his bearded chin across my skin makes me feel more alive, more sensitive to his touch.
I want this night to last forever. It might be the only one we’ve got.
He trails kisses down my neck, licking at the hollow of my throat. “I don’t know what you like.”
“Your tongue on my nipple.” My voice is gravelly with need.
He inhales deeply against the crook of my neck and shoulder. “It does something to me when you get bossy.”
“Something good?”
“Something very good.”
He places open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against the tops of my breasts. I thread my fingers through his hair, delighting in the thick, wavy strands.
His tongue drags across one nipple, then the other, lavishing them both with attention that only makes me greedy for more.
He takes his time, kissing and sucking my nipples until I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. My breath comes in short little pants, and my back arches to give him better access.
Dragging his hand down my belly, he slides his palm between my legs and groans. “You feel amazing.”
The hot, hard brand of his cock presses against my hip. I slide my hands down his back and palm his ass.
He feels amazing, too.
We feel amazing.
He surprises a squeal out of me as he scoops me up and flips our positions. I’m sprawled on top of him, and his hands are on my hips, urging me up his body.
“Sit on my face.” He slides down on the bed so he’s lying flat.
“I’ll suffocate you.”
“God, I hope so.”
I make a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan as he grasps my waist and positions me where he wants me. There’s no choice but to straddle his head with my knees.
He yanks me down onto his mouth, swiping his tongue through my wetness. A gasp tears from my throat as the angle of his tongue hits perfectly against my sensitive flesh.
I flatten my hands against the headboard and lean forward, giving him more access.
“Yes.”
The word is a hiss of air against my clit. I squirm against him, feeling close to climax already. I’ve never done this before, and the thought of doing something so new exhilarates me.
He grips my hips, pulling me closer as I try to pull back, unsure if I can take any more. But he won’t let me decide. He’s in charge here, and the very thought is a huge turn on.
With the way he’s holding on to me, I couldn’t get away if I wanted to.
And I don’t really want to.
His fingers dig into my ass, holding me still as he devours me.
I grind against his face, no longer worried if I will kill him. The only thought in my head is how fucking good this feels and how come I’ve never done this before?
And how am I going to get more.
Then, I’m coming, and all I feel is the quickening of my heart and the pulsing of every muscle in my body. I slide forward, resting my head against the headboard, but Graham doesn’t give me a moment to recover.
His cock pushes inside, filling me with one long stroke.
I cry out, shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over my entire body.
He thrusts deep inside me, just getting started on making good on his promise to fuck me all night long.