Chapter 26
Lior
I didn’t call Addie like I normally would.
For some reason I didn’t take what had happened between Graham and I as lightly as I’d pretended in my living room.
I didn’t have the bandwidth to tell her all the details and giggle like we had a million times before because there was something between us.
It was obvious. But I knew he was hurting still from his last relationship, and I still wasn’t sure I could trust myself to notice the red flags a man showed me, whether blatant or not.
How did I know Graham, who had a book coming out early next year, wouldn’t use my celebrity to garner more attention for it?
He didn’t seem the type. But they never did.
And yet… that kiss.
“Fuck me,” I said, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
My body was still buzzing from the feel of his tongue in my mouth and his hard body against mine.
How badly I’d wanted to run my hands over his chest and reach down the front of his joggers and get a handful of him.
I pushed off the counter and shook my head, as if the action would remove the thoughts from my mind.
How the hell was I supposed to take a leisurely walk with him tomorrow and not think about that kiss the entire time?
Instead of sitting down to do the research I’d planned for the afternoon, I took the subway into Manhattan and did my best to forget things with a shopping spree that required a cab ride home and the driver’s help getting everything inside.
Afterwards, I changed back into my sweats and went for a jog, music blasting in my ears, eyes on the pavement ahead of me.
I didn’t stop until my shirt was soaked, taking a seat on a bench to catch my breath and pulling my headphones off, the quiet of the park a much-needed respite.
“Lior?”
I looked up and found myself staring up at Graham, his own shirt damp with sweat.
His blue eyes were steady on mine, holding my gaze, a current passing between us and shooting straight through my center, making me squirm with want.
“Hey,” I said, my voice husky.
“Hey.”
We stared at one another.
“Would you maybe want to get dinner with me?” he asked.
“I would.”
More staring.
“I’ll need a shower first,” I said.
“Me too.”
We stayed like that for a moment more, and then I stood and, without a word, we walked back to my house.
Neither of us said a thing as I let us in. We took off our shoes in silence and then he followed me up the stairs to my room where he paused to close the curtains before joining me in the bathroom.
I reached down to pull off my shirt but he shook his head and stepped toward me, placing his hands on either side of my face as he looked down at me and kissed me tenderly.
He moved closer, his body against mine, his lips parting my lips, his tongue filling my mouth, and I could feel his need, the length of his dick hard and solid against my stomach.
I moaned softly and he backed me into the countertop, lifting me so that I was sitting on it, and pressing himself into me as my legs wrapped around his waist and he rolled his hips slowly, exquisitely, pressing against my clit as I sunk my nails into his back.
He moved back to remove my shirt, then his own, and then stared down at the white sports bra I was wearing that had become sheer with my sweat.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
This time I shook my head, pressing my fingertip to his lips. I pulled the sports bra off and watched his eyes devour me.
He stepped away again, this time to turn on the shower, and then returned to help me off the counter, remove the rest of my clothes, and then his own.
Silently, we stepped into the shower and this time when he kissed me, he didn’t hold back.
We explored one another within those glass walls like I’d never explored before, my mouth sliding down his body, his fingers finding all my hidden places.
We barely remembered to get clean before he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to my room where he sat me on the edge of the bed and stared down at me, his own body naked and wet and glistening like a fucking god before me.
There was only a moment of hesitation when he realized we’d need a condom. But I directed him to my bedside table and we were off and running again.
Desire and need coursed through me as he stood over me. I hadn’t wanted anyone like this in a long time. In fact, I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Graham in this moment. There was something primal about the way I craved him. And it wasn’t just that I wanted him. I wanted to be had by him.
Despite my job, I had never felt particularly comfortable in my body, shying away from being looked at by the men I’d been with. But with Graham I wanted him to look. To want. To need.
Unable to take it anymore, I unwrapped the towel and slid to the floor in front of him.
He was beautiful. Smooth and hard and ready.
“Lior,” he said and then gasped as I took him in my mouth, his hips rocking slowly as he slid against my lips.
He pulled out suddenly and lifted me back onto the edge of the bed. I started to scoot backwards but he grasped my thighs, holding me in place, his eyes meeting mine as he knelt, and spread my legs, pinning them open as he began to lick me slowly from one end to the other.
And I watched. Something I’d never done before, my mouth open as my breath came fast, my body beginning to convulse as he lapped and sucked and licked.
Holy mother of pleasure.
A-fucking-men.
It was too much. Too many sensations. I tried to scoot away but he held me tight, sliding his fingers in me as he continued to lick, and my back arched and I shouted out, breaking the silence.
I collapsed to the duvet but he wasn’t done with me. He climbed onto the bed and laid beside me, his fingertips grazing slowly across my collarbones to my neck, making my body light up from some sort of center source I couldn’t tamp down now if I wanted to.
He was a magnet and I was moving toward him, unable to stop myself, my need to touch and be touched by him too strong. The warmth of his hands on me emanating throughout my body, goosebumps rising as if they too were desperate to get closer.
“Have me,” he said, his voice husky.
My body nearly erupted at the words.
Have him. However, I wanted him. He was mine for the taking.
I pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him.
He watched as I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his thickness, the heat of him, the pulsing beneath the skin.
I watched his face as I stroked him and then leaned down, licking up and around him before taking every inch of him in my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my hair as he thrust into my mouth. “Lior.”
He pulled me gently from him and I looked up to see the need in his eyes. Grabbing the condom from the bedside table I straddled him and took one of his hands.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He grasped my hips with both hands and began drawing circles around my clit, making me move above him, hovering inches above his dick which was practically begging to be taken. I lowered down a fraction of an inch, letting the head of him just barely press against my opening.
He moved fast, flipping me onto my back and looming over me before grabbing the condom from where I’d left it on the pillow beside us.
I heard the rip of the wrapper and then he was kneeling between my legs, his eyes on mine as he entered me slowly, spreading me, filling me, pushing…
taking. I grasped onto him, pressing him further into me, pulling him down to me so that his chest was against mine.
“Kiss me,” I said.
“Kiss me,” he said.
And I did. I kissed him with an abandon I didn’t know I had, letting go of the worry that he was just here because of who I was, and just taking what I wanted from him as our bodies, slick with sweat, found a rhythm all on their own.
He pulled away and got on his knees, pulling me with him, one hand on my waist as he held me where he wanted me, the other between my legs, his thumb rubbing me into oblivion.
I writhed, but he held on tight, watching as he pushed inside me over and over, the friction building until I came apart and, a moment later, with a final thrust, he let go, his entire body tensing as he came hard and hot inside me.
Spent, he pulled me to my side and laid with me, our bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways.
“Well,” he said. “I think we might need another shower.”
I laughed against his chest.
“I went for a run to get you out of my head,” he said, his voice soft. “And then there you were.” He twisted a lock of my hair around his finger.
“Funny. I went for a run to get you out of my head.”
“How did that go for you?”
I leaned back and let my eyes move down the length of his body.
“Pretty good, I think. You?”
He leaned over and gave me a soft, slow kiss before moving away and staring into my eyes.
“Best run I ever had.”