Chapter Thirty-Two
The thought of her here alone all night was driving him crazy. He directed her out of the building and toward his car. His hand tightened on her waist when she turned toward her car.
“Don’t even think about it. We’ll come and get your car later.”
Long minutes later, Grant shut his garage door behind them, shuffling her into the house and past the kitchen, moving her steadily toward the bedroom. Her clothes disappeared quickly, his hands touching every bit of skin he uncovered.
“Grant, I need to take a shower.”
He started shaking his head. His only thought was to get inside her as fast as he could.
“Please, I feel grungy. These are the clothes I wore last night and all day, if you hadn’t already guessed from the wrinkles and stains.”
His expression softened. He couldn’t tell her no.
Grant realized then that if she ever knew she had him wrapped around her tiny finger, he’d do whatever he needed to make her happy.
She’d fight about everything. He laughed when she squealed as he picked her up and deposited her next to the shower.
With a flick of his wrist, the water was turned on and began to warm as he tore off his clothes.
He waited until she pulled her hair up into a hairband to keep it from getting too wet.
He hustled her into the shower when he decided the water was warm enough.
Grant washed her quickly, driving giggles out of her when his fingers found her ticklish spots.
“Stop, Grant,” she chortled breathlessly, trying to wiggle away from his devious hands. “Please.”
He quickly washed himself, then turned off the water before he pulled her out of the shower and patted her dry with one of the plush towels in the cabinet. He used the same towel to briskly wipe the moisture from himself.
She shrieked when he lifted her over his shoulder again, then yelped when a sharp smack landed on her naked bottom.
“That’s for scaring me.”
She giggled. “That’s not fair.”
“I don’t care about fair.” He dropped her in the middle of the bed and stood to stare at her.
Jennifer’s breath caught at the intense look on his unsmiling face.
“I care about you, love. Only you. Can you remember that?”
Jennifer bit her lip and nodded hesitantly.
“Don’t ever think I would want another woman.
” He came down on top of her, holding most of his weight off her.
He lowered his head and took her mouth, again and over again, until they were breathless.
“No one...” He moved down to her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
“Has ever...” He moved on to her breasts, sucking both nipples into his mouth until they were hard and red.
“Made me feel...” His tongue skimmed her waist and circled her belly button before moving on.
“Like this.” He shouldered his way between her thighs until his mouth hovered above her sensitive folds.
She was unable to draw a breath as her eyes met his.
“Only you,” he said and bent and swiped his tongue through her folds, sucking strongly on her clit, pulling a scream from her throat.
“I will never get enough of you.” His large hands gripped her hips to keep them still as he urged his tongue inside her sheath, trying to devour as much of her cream as she would give him.
Her hands gripped Grant’s hair. The tight band in her stomach burst, throwing her into a quick but incredible climax that took her breath away. Little mews came from her throat when he continued to eat at her, pushing her forcefully toward another climax. Her scream was weak but no less powerful.
“Please, Grant. I need you inside me.” Her hands tried to pull him up over her.
Grant raised his head. He slid up and covered her, bracing his elbows on each side of her head. His hands encircled each of her wrists and lifted them over her head. “Tell me who you belong to.” His voice was guttural.
“Oh, God. Grant. Please.” Her eyes misted with her pleas as she weakly tugged on her hands. His display of dominance was ramping up her already out-of-control emotions.
“Jennifer, I’ll give you what you need, love. But first, answer my question.”
Jennifer opened her eyes to focus on his handsome face and tried to pull from his grasp but was unable to escape his hold. “You, Grant. It’s only been you and will always be you. You own every part of me,” she confessed in a tone so low he had to bend to hear her.
Satisfaction ripped through him as he bent and took her mouth hungrily. “Thank you, baby.” His kiss continued until he couldn’t take being away from her for another second. “Look at me, love.” He waited impatiently for a few seconds. “Jennifer. Look. At. Me.”
When her eyes met his, he drove his full length into her. Groans burst from both.
“It always feels like coming home when I’m inside of you. I never want to leave.” His head descended. A transparent look of dominance and love crossed his features as he took her lips hungrily.
Jennifer pulled on her hands, wanting to touch him, and started moaning when his hips moved slowly inside her. A fiery ball of need tightened her womb. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him.
Grant’s eyes narrowed in warning, and he gritted his teeth when she jerked her hands. “Don’t pull away from me, love.” He lowered his head, taking her lips in a kiss that curled her toes. “You don’t want to get away from me, do you?” he said in a cajoling voice.
Jennifer shook her head, her breath puffing in and out of her lungs.
“That’s good because I wouldn’t have let you go.
” His lunges picked up speed. He pressed his mouth to her ear and told her what he wanted to do to her and how beautiful he thought she was, things that upped her desire.
When he felt her tighten, he released her hands, held himself up with one arm, slid his other hand down her stomach to her tight little clit, and put steady pressure on it.
He moaned when she tightened on him, and a gush of moisture slid around his cock.
He knew she was close, and he thanked God because it was killing him to hold back long enough to make her come.
When he felt the walls of her cunt start to constrict, his strokes turned hard and deep.
Within a minute, both were moaning as the sexual heat consumed them, throwing them both over.
Grant’s shaky arms kept most of his weight off her.
His head dropped between her neck and shoulder as he dragged in a lungful of oxygen.
He raised his head and smiled. Jennifer was asleep even though her body still gripped him.
He pulled out gently and stood to dispose of the condom before returning to bed.
He lifted the covers, situating her before curling around her and bringing her back against his chest.
He was still pissed about that bitch. Peter had even noticed her attempt to attract Grant and had softly reprimanded her.
Grant was a little more abrupt and told her to fuck off and stay the hell away from him.
He didn’t care if Peter thought the woman was good at her job.
It was still Grant’s business, and that bitch wasn’t getting within a mile of Jennifer.
If she made any more trouble, he’d make sure she didn’t get a job in this city or the surrounding areas.