Chapter Twenty-Five
They both stared silently out of the car windshield as Grant clung to her hand and ran his thumb over the back of her fingers. His other gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles—sexual tension built with every mile that brought them closer to his house.
Jennifer sat up straighter when he pulled into a gated community.
They drove past houses that took her breath.
Each of them was huge and original and could be on the cover of magazines, they were so beautiful.
Her breath caught when he pulled into his driveway.
She only got a moment to look at the brick on the outside of the house before he pulled his car into the large, triple-car garage.
Grant closed the garage door behind them, enclosing them in the muted light.
She caught a quick look at an SUV and a small vehicle out of the corner of her eyes.
Grant was silent when he opened her car door, leaned over her to unbuckle her seat belt, and lifted her out into his arms. He used his hip to close the door before he moved toward the kitchen door into the house.
Jennifer laughed but put her arms around his neck. “Grant, I can walk.”
He kissed her forehead. “I know. I want you in my arms.” He lifted her higher to put the code in before he strode with her inside.
His house was a blur as he walked through the kitchen and up to a set of wooden steps until he entered his master bedroom and set her on the bed.
She lay back, wide-eyed and unable to move on the dark comforter.
Her gaze stayed on him as he turned the light on next to the bed and pulled his tie off before taking his suit jacket off.
He threw both on a chair next to the bathroom before he moved to the bedroom door.
Something twisted deep inside her when she heard the door close, taking away the hallway light, and she stiffened when she heard the click of a lock.
“Why lock the door?”
Grant paused and looked baffled. “I’m not sure. I think it might be that I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t want anything to interrupt us.”
“No one else is here, right?”
“No, baby. It’s just us. I promise.”
He came toward her as he unbuttoned his cuffs before going down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt until all but two were undone. Her mouth watered at the sculpted mass of muscle and a scattering of black hair on his pectorals, and then it drew a line that disappeared under his slacks.
He lay down, facing her on the bed, and placed an arm over her head, and the other hand rested by her hip. “Hi,” he said as his gaze roamed over her, taking in her apprehension and desire.
A nervous giggle burst from her. “Hi, yourself.”
She couldn’t keep the worry and fear off her face, and she could tell it didn’t sit right with him.
“Baby, nothing is going to happen tonight that you don’t want. All you have to do is say stop.” He bent and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “It will only take one word to break off what I’m doing.”
Jennifer placed her hands on his chest. “Grant, I need to tell you something.”
Grant slid his fingers through her hair before he smoothed it away from her face and spread it across his white pillow. The different highlights seemed to glow against the stark color of the pillow. He’d imagined her here so many times, but the reality was a hundred times better.
“You can tell me anything, baby.”
“I know I told you I didn’t have a lot of experience, but ... I ... I’m a virgin,” she stammered.
Satisfaction crossed his face. He smiled gently at the fiery blush spreading across hers. He didn’t want to tell her he already knew, and he didn't want to embarrass her further. He’d felt her hymen when he had a finger in her.
“Okay, Jen. It’ll be okay, I’ll make sure of it. I’m glad you told me. The last thing I want is to hurt you or scare you. We’ll slow down a bit anytime you need us to.”
Jennifer exhaled and sank back into the softness of the bed. She hadn’t known how much it would calm her until she told him.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. When she opened it to his invasion, Grant delved inside with his tongue. He grasped her hair in a tight fist and turned her head for deeper penetration.
He felt her nails dig into his back. “Yes,” he hissed. “Hold on tight, baby.”
Within moments, the spark of need that always seemed to be between them burst, engulfing them in pure desire. Grant stood and tore at his shirt.
“Let’s get that dress off you,” he said, pulling off her shoes before sitting her up and unzipping the back of her dress. “I’m trying to be careful, so I don’t rip it.”
Eyes locked on Grant, Jennifer trembled and gasped for breath as the blood pumped heavily through her veins. She nodded and shrugged the dress off her shoulders. She tightened her grip when the fabric started to slide down.
Grant’s eye flew to her face, and he stopped pulling the fabric from her when she clutched it to her chest.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I promise, baby. But if you need to stop and cover yourself with the dress, we’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Jennifer hesitantly eyed the bedside table, then Grant. “Can you turn off the light, Grant?”
Grant bit back a growl. He wanted to see her in the strong light, but he understood why she tried to hide in the shadows. It wouldn’t always be that way. Eventually, she’d be able to walk around the house naked.
He stood, turned off the light, turned on the bathroom light, and closed the door a bit so some of the bed was in the shadows.
“Is this okay?”
Jennifer released her breath and nodded.
Grant lay back down beside her again and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “There is no reason to be embarrassed, baby. Very shortly, there won’t be an inch of your body I won’t know.” He studied her hesitant expression for a second and then felt the shiver spreading down her back.
“If you’re too uncomfortable, I’ll turn it off?”
After a moment, Jennifer shook her head again, unable to take a deep breath as another level of heat spread through her.
Grant smiled.
Oxygen stalled in her lungs at the tenderness in his eyes. She raised her hand and let her fingers skate across his cheek, his five-o’clock shadow prickly against her tips. Had she ever felt this cherished?
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Grant
He gritted his teeth. There was no question that he would force himself to walk away if it was too soon for her, but he knew it would physically hurt to leave her like this and make him slightly insane.
He’d never wanted anything the way he wanted Jennifer at that moment.
After a minute, he exhaled deeply when Jennifer nodded, slowly released her grip, and relaxed back on the mattress.
The breath seemed to explode from his lungs.
“You are such a good girl.” Grant praised her before slowly pulling the dress off and throwing it toward the chair where his coat lay.
He sucked in a hard breath at seeing her spread out on his bed in only a matching set of plain white panties and a bra.
He reached out and slowly traced the top of the bra where her heavy, pale breasts were trying to burst free.
“You are so damn beautiful. I’m never going to get tired of looking at you.
” He moved his finger down between her breasts, down her stomach, then curved it around her belly button.
He smiled when she giggled. “Ticklish? I’ll be able to use that information later when I need to punish you. ”
“No,” she shrieked. “I hate being tickled.”
Grant raised his eyebrows. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if you enjoyed it, now, would it?”
She sucked in a startled breath when his finger slid farther down and ran along the top of her panties. Grant bent and took her mouth as his finger kept leisurely tracing around the top of the panties, making her tremble. Lust seized him when her scent hit him.
Jennifer reached out, circled his head with her arms, and tried pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Small whimpers and moans fell from her mouth.
He gladly gave her what she wanted, and at the same time ran his hand up and down her midsection, getting her used to his touch on her bare skin. He pushed his tongue into the depths of her mouth and seemed to try to absorb her into his body.
Before long, they both fought for control.
Grant slid his hand under her to unsnap her bra before pulling it off and throwing it to the floor as his mouth ate at hers.
He lifted his head so he could look at her.
She had medium-sized breasts, heavier than he thought they were, with dark pink nipples that seemed determined to gain his attention by nudging him when she arched against him.
He couldn’t wait another second before he tasted her, bent, and sucked on one tit and then the other before returning.
He groaned deep in his throat, obsessed with her taste.
Jennifer inhaled sharply. She hadn’t realized her bra was gone until the immense heat from his mouth covered her nipple.
She moaned at the contact and tried to press harder against him, clutching almost desperately at his head.
She whimpered when he pulled away, then watched Grant stand.
His fingers released the button on his pants before sliding the zipper down.
He watched her face carefully as he pushed his pants, boxers, shoes, and socks down and off. Her gaze nervously stayed on his erection for a long moment before they moved on to explore the rest of him but quickly returned to his pulsing erection.
“Baby, I’ll fit just fine, I promise,” he said when the color ran from her face, and a spear of pure panic shadowed her eyes.
He stood still and waited as her gaze swept over him. A relieved breath burst from his chest when her gaze landed back on his, and she held her arms out for him. He lay down on his side next to her and pulled her into his arms.
His nostrils flared as he dragged in a ragged breath at the feeling of her skin against his. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers.
Grant heard her gasp as one of his hands slid over her breast. His fingers squeezed her nipple, rolled it between his finger and thumb, and pulled a desperate groan from her.
His mouth never left hers as his hand roamed over her, bombarding her senses.
He felt her stiffen when his hand slid under her panties.
He pressed a finger between the wet, pink cunt lips between her thighs.
At the same time, his mouth dropped back to take a tight little nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly before he moved to the other.
The time before he’d had the chance to touch her like this made this time easier for her.
He was pleased when she let her legs fall open, and the tension flowed out of her.
He licked and sucked on her pebbled nipple as his finger circled her clit. When her hips started twisting, he sank a thick finger into her hot, wet depths before he moved back to her clit and then again.
He almost lost it when the sweet, damp heat between her legs gushed over his fingers, her feminine scent reached him, and her low moans hit him at once. He ignored the sweat that broke out across his forehead and continued his assault on her senses until her body demanded more.
Grant knew it was a time when she started to pant, and her cum flowed steadily out of her.
He pulled her panties down and off as his mouth tasted everything he could reach between her mouth and chest. He reached for a condom he’d set on the nightstand and rolled it on quickly before he shifted between her quivering thighs.
He watched her eyes widen at the overwhelming sensation of having his large, naked, hot, masculine body between her thighs and over her, blocking out the light in the room. Her hands flew to his shoulders.
“Jennifer, take a breath, baby.” Grant kept most of his weight on his forearms and twisted to the side so his cock wouldn’t rub against her.
He framed her face with his hands. “That’s good.
Take another one.” He watched as the panicked look receded from her eyes.
“That’s a good girl. I would never hurt you.
” He waited for her to focus on him. “Not for anything in the world, and nothing will happen tonight until you’re ready. ”
“How do I know when I’m ready?”
His mouth placed kisses on her face and neck. “I’ll know when you’re ready.”
Pleasure rushed through her when he sucked one of her nipples. “How?”
Grant raised his head, held her firmly, and smiled gently.
“I know this is your first time, and this is scary for you. I’m asking you to trust me to take care of you, not to hurt you.
Can you do that, baby?” He waited and watched the mixed emotions fly across her face.
He relaxed when she nodded. He lowered his head again and took her mouth.
At the same time, he skated one hand down, slid his fingers through her cream, and spread it around inside and around her clit.
He alternated taking her mouth or worshipping her breasts.
At the same time, he pushed her to the level of desire she’d need to take him with as little discomfort as possible because the thought of giving her pain made him sick.
He concentrated on her and hoped if he kept his mind on her, his discomfort would lessen enough to keep the control he needed.
Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his body, but he tried to keep his cock from touching her and keep her anxiety down.