Chapter Twenty-Seven
The first thing Jennifer noticed when she awoke the next morning was that she was draped over Grant’s naked chest, and the heat of the subdued morning sun was coming through the thin drapes that covered the lower half of the bed.
The second thing was the hand that was slowly stroking her from her ass to her shoulder and back again.
“Good morning, love.”
The sound of Grant’s raspy morning voice sent an instant ball of need and desire in her body and made cream seep from her cunt. She raised her head, met his piercing stare, and cleared her throat. “Good morning.”
Nothing moved for long moments, but his hand continued its slow path up and down her back, and his eyes registered the expression on her face.
“Are you hungry, baby?”
Her stomach chose that moment to gurgle, making Jennifer blush, and both chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
Grant raised a hand, pushed the riot of hair from her face, and smiled. She was so damn beautiful.
“Then I guess I’d better feed you. But first, I know you’re not going to like it, but I’m going to check you out and make sure I didn’t injure you in any way last night.”
A blush slid over Jennifer’s face, and she shook her head and tried to move away.
At nighttime, it was embarrassing, but in the daylight, it mortified her.
“No. Absolutely not, Grant.” Jennifer pulled the blanket over her, hiding her nudity, when Grant sat up and swung his legs to the floor before he turned toward her.
His eyes softened, and his voice hardened. “We can do this the easy way, baby, or the hard way, love. But I’m going to check you out. I’m worried. You groaned a few times in your sleep last night.”
Jennifer dragged in a shaky breath. “Well, don’t be. I feel fine.”
Before she could blink, he had her rolled and pinned under him with the blanket trapped between them.
“Please, Jennifer. I would feel better knowing you’re okay.
” Grant waited for her nod before he tugged the blanket away from her lower half and gently pressed a thick finger into her, watching her intently the whole time.
She couldn’t mask the flinch as he pushed through her tender folds and up into her tight channel.
He stilled instantly as worry crossed his face. “See, you’re not okay.”
“Grant, I’m fine, please don’t worry—”
“Jennifer, do you ever want me to make love to you again?”
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip as she nodded. She felt a blush cover her face.
Grant bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Then you’re going to have to let me take care of you.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Baby, I am going to know every part of your perfect little body better than you know yourself. There won’t be a millimeter of skin I won’t touch and taste, so you better get used to me touching you and being naked in front of me because it’s going to happen a lot.
” He waited for her to decide, and she nodded and relaxed her thighs. “Good girl. Now, relax.”
Jennifer gripped the blanket to her neck with both hands, focused on the lights dancing across the ceiling, and tried to ignore the man spreading her folds open and gently moving his finger around her sensitive slit. She took a breath when he started to rise.
“Don’t move those legs. I’ll be right back.”
She couldn’t help as her gaze followed his tight-muscled ass as he moved into the bathroom. Her eyes widened when she got the front view. “Grant, you’re hard again.”
Grant froze halfway to the bed. “Baby, I’m always hard around you. Even last night, after I came, I could have taken you again and again.”
Jennifer sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and a frown creased her brow. “Is that normal?”
He continued toward her and sat facing her at her hip.
“No, love, that’s not normal for me at all.
The fact I woke up with a hard-on is normal, as with most men.
” He chuckled at the wonder that crossed her face.
A flush of embarrassment took her again as he spread her legs.
“I’m just going to put this cool cloth against you to help with the swelling. ”
She flinched and sucked in a quick, startled breath at the cold against her heated flesh. She lifted her head to watch him. “Is it bad?”
His gaze slid up to her, and he chuckled. “No, it’s not. I don’t like the thought of you having any discomfort.”
A deep flush spread down her neck and chest. “But I don’t, Grant. I feel fine.”
He sighed. “You haven’t gotten up or moved around yet. Take my word for it, you’ll feel it for a few hours, at least.” Worry was evident in his expression and tone of voice.
Jennifer braced herself on her elbows and made sure the blanket was secure over her breasts as concern twisted her face. “Will that happen every time? How do you know so much about virgins? How many besides me have you had?”
Grant held back a chuckle when her voice started rising in agitation with every question.
“Let me answer the first question. No, the swelling won’t happen again unless we go at it all night, and I don’t give you a break.
The second question, I don’t know a lot about virgins.
I’m just using my common sense. The third question, no, you’re the first, last, and only virgin I’ll ever have or want.
” He watched as she took in his words. “Feel better?”
A smile crossed her face, and a warm glow of satisfaction rushed through her. “Okay, then.”
Grant snorted. “Good, now lie back. I’m not done down here.”
She maneuvered herself up a little more, wanting to watch him look at her most private parts. “What else are you going to do?”
Grant bit the inside of his cheek before he raised his eyes and held up a plastic container. “I’m going to dab a little of this on you to help ease you.”
“What is it?”
His eyes rolled. “It’s just Vaseline. It will help with the chafing. Now relax so we can get this done. I’m hungry.”
Within minutes, he’d taken care of her and pulled on some gym shorts.
He tugged her out from under the blanket, ignoring her embarrassment, and dressed her in his dress shirt from the night before.
She stood silently and watched him do up all the buttons and roll up the sleeves that flowed past her hands.
When he was done, he stood back and smiled.
“Come on, love. Let’s go make some breakfast.”
Grant sat Jennifer on a stool at the large granite island in the middle of the bright, sunny kitchen. He allowed her to cut up a few vegetables and butter the toast, as he wanted to make a delicious vegetable-and-cheese omelet for her.
While he cooked, Jennifer tried to take in every little detail of the kitchen. From the light maple cupboards, the gray tile floor, and tan, gray, and cream-with-little-hints-of-black granite counters, it was perfect, and she hoped one day he’d let her cook him a meal.
Jennifer took her first bite of the omelet. “Mmmm, this is really good.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
They sat on the island while eating and discussing their jobs and current events. Jennifer couldn’t remember feeling this content. When she tried to imagine herself there in the future, she couldn’t. Something was holding her back, and she had no idea what.
She’d think about it when she was alone. At that moment, she just wanted to enjoy her time with him.