Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
GRANT
“Are you sure it’s okay I spend the night?” Georgia whispers.
“Yes.” Based on all of the lights turned off upstairs, Luke’s downstairs for the night. “Besides, locks were invented for a reason.”
“Good.”
Georgia is standing there waiting for me and fuck, it makes my cock throb.
“Why? Is someone needy?”
I press my back against the door, crossing my arms over my chest as I take her in. The way the green dress skims over her knees. How it hugs her chest. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, hinting at what she wants.
She closes the distance between the two of us, resting her hands on my forearms. Even in the dim light, her eyes are bright, full of lust.
“Yes, Grant.”
“Good.”
I don’t waste another minute. I hoist Georgia into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist. Backing her up against the wall, I attack her mouth.
Oh, fuck.
So damn good.
She tastes like the mint she grabbed when we left the restaurant. So damn good, and so damn perfect. I don’t know how I’ve lasted this long without her.
Her fingers sink into my hair as she deepens the kiss. I have no problem letting her take control. I could make out with this woman for hours and I’d be perfectly content.
But not tonight. Tonight I want to bury myself inside of her and make her come. I want to hear my name on her lips. Cupping her cheek, I slow her down so I can carry her to the bedroom. It’s a short distance.
Setting her on the bed, I shut the door and lock it behind me. By the time I turn back around, she’s lying in the center of the bed looking like a dream.
“Where to start with you?” I tap my finger against my chin. “There were so many things I wanted to do to you that night that we never got around to.”
“There’s one thing you won’t be doing,” she says, pressing up onto her elbows.
“What’s that?”
“Ripping this dress off of me.”
“I don’t plan on that.” The corner of my mouth quirks up into a smile as I drop down onto my knees between her spread legs. I flip the dress up over her hips. “But your underwear? I make no promises.”
A shudder racks her body as I drag my knuckle over the soft material.
“Do it,” she urges me on. “God, do it, Grant.”
“Not yet.”
“Ugh. Why do you insist on torturing me?”
I press kisses up her leg, bypassing where she really wants me, and trail a wet path down the other leg.
“I prefer to call it driving you wild with need. Making you so damn needy, Cowgirl, that you’ll be begging for it by the time I’m done with you.”
I push the skirt of her dress up so I can kiss up her stomach. It’s the softest swell, but knowing it’s my baby in there makes me so damn possessive of her.
“You’re mine, Georgia,” I tell her.
“Yours, Grant.”
Her voice is dripping with need as I work my lips up higher. I push the dress over her breasts and tease them over the satin material of her bra.
“That feels so good.”
“Are they more sensitive now?” I tweak one nipple between my fingers.
“Yes.”
“Mmm.” I cup the heavy weight, an idea coming to mind, but before I can voice it, Georgia does.
“I want you to fuck them.”
“Hell, yes.”
I crush my mouth against hers. A hunger I’ve never felt boils inside of me as I fight to keep control over my dick. I want everything with this woman. Everything that Georgia will give me.
I drift one hand down below the hem of her underwear and toy with her clit. I want her nice and ready for me. Because I will not stop at fucking her breasts.
I plan on making good use of every minute with her.
And when we wake up in the morning, I plan on doing it all over again.
“Grant…” she moans. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, Cowgirl.”
Pulling my hand back, I reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. I make quick work of shedding all my clothes before peeling Georgia out of hers. Well, almost everything. I leave those cowboy boots on. They drive me fucking wild.
I warm the lube up in my hands before spreading it down my dick and into her cleavage. I’m not in such a hurry that I don’t play with her nipples. Watching her squirm underneath me is the fucking best. I love knowing what I can do to her.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask.
“Yes. Do it.”
I’m careful to keep my weight on my heels as I push my cock through her cleavage. The head bumps her chin as she squeezes her breasts around me. God, it feels fucking amazing.
As I pump my hips, her tongue swipes at the precum beading on my tip. I thread my fingers through her hair to make it easier.
“So fucking good, Georgia.”
She’s playing with her nipples as she keeps the pressure on my cock. Each bump against her chin makes my balls draw up. I’m so fucking close to coming.
“Do I get to taste you tonight?” Georgia asks.
“Fuuuuck.”
That does it. I’m spilling my release all over her neck and chin. She catches some of it in her mouth and it draws out my orgasm.
By the time I collapse next to her, she is a debauched mess. She wastes no time pulling me over for a heated kiss. Her nails drag through my scalp as I taste my release on her tongue.
One hand cups her cheek while the other drifts down to tease her pussy. It’s wet from her own orgasm.
“I love that you came for me, Cowgirl.”
“So hot,” she whispers against my lips.
I suck my fingers into my mouth, tasting her. “Fucking delicious.”
“Mmm.”
She captures my mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Our sweat-slicked bodies tangle in the sheets. Roaming hands take the time to explore each other’s bodies. Her skin is so damn warm and soft, that I could get lost in her.
I commit every single part of her to memory.
The soft moans that come out as I circle her nipple with my tongue. Her back arching into my touch. The sharp bite of her nails in my back as I slip my finger inside of her.
She grinds down onto my hand, searching for more.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
“Is that a challenge?”
“No. It’s a demand because I fucking need you inside of me.”
I rock my now-hard dick into her hip, letting her know I’m exactly where she wants me.
Georgia flips me onto my back, and seeing her take control like this is straight out of my memory from that first night together.
“I don’t think we need a condom, right?” she asks.
I shake my head. “All my tests are negative.”
“Mine too.”
Georgia takes me in hand, lining herself up before sinking down.
“Fuck, yes, Cowgirl.”
I can’t help but thrust my hips up into her tight heat. Her pussy flutters around me as she sways back and forth over me. The sensual way she moves her body is like lightning to my own.
Everything about her is a drug that I want to get high on every damn day.
Her hands drop onto my pecs as she moves faster.
I cup her ass to urge her on. When she comes again and collapses against me, I crush my lips to hers as I furiously work in and out of her to come again. To let her feel what she does to me.
It’s not as intense as the first, but no less powerful. I still inside of her as I pour every ounce of cum into her.
“Grant.” Her breath is hot against my neck. “Holy shit.”
“I know, Georgia, I know.”
Neither of us moves. I don’t want to break the connection we have. Her fingers draw circles on my chest as I trace up and down the notches of her spine.
It’s perfect. Everything about this moment is perfect. I want this woman more than I can put into words. Because I’m falling…hard.
I only hope she feels the same way.