Chapter Six
Grace
He’d never moved on. Does that mean he still loves me?
That kiss was incredible. I’d thought he was going to take me right there in the front yard, and he’d barely touched me.
As we step inside, a gigantic English Bulldog races to meet us. I laugh and crouch down to greet him. “This must be Hank.” I glance up at Ink. “You always wanted a bulldog.”
“Yep.” He grins, reaching down to scratch Hank’s head. “Are you okay with me putting Harley down so they can get acquainted? Hank loves other dogs.”
Harley squirms in Ink’s arms, trying to get down. “I think they’d both like that,” I say, laughing.
I’m still laughing at Harley and Hank playing tug of war when Ink offers me his hand.
The butterflies are instantly back.
He leads me into the kitchen and heads to the fridge. “Want a beer?”
“Sure.” I stand awkwardly in the center of the room, unsure where to go. “I’m proud of you. You’ve done well for yourself.”
He shrugs as he swigs his beer. “It’s a life, but it’s missing something.” He sits the beer on the counter and walks toward me.
Hands shaky, I sit my drink down as he comes closer. “What do you mean?”
“You.”
I stare at him, eyes wide. “You could have anyone you want.”
He cups my chin, lifting my face. “They’re not you.”
His body pins me against the kitchen island as his mouth returns to mine, his hand slipping beneath my shirt to cup my breast.
Somehow, my shirt disappears, and my bra follows. Hand around my ass, he lifts me onto the counter, fingers making quick work of my jeans and tugging them down my hips until all I have left is a scrap of lace between my legs.
“You’re so fucking hot. I’ve missed you.”
I grab his shirt and pull him to me, sliding a hand beneath the fabric to scrape my nails along his hard abs. Shrugging out of his shirt, he tosses it to the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and pull him against me.
This time, his kiss is possessive, borderline frantic, as he holds my neck to pull me deeper into our embrace. My need for him has never lessened. It’s always been this overpowering hunger that is impossible to quench.
I know this is a bad idea. We need to talk first—sort things out—but I don’t care. I need this, need him, to finally feel alive after all these years of running. I’m not above using him to get the comfort that I need.
My breasts strain against his chest as heat pools between my legs. He presses me tight against him as I wrap my legs around his hips, shifting until I feel the hard length of him against my core.
“I fucking need you,” he says as he slams me against the wall. “To sink into you, feel you around me. Know you’re alive.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck me, Sean.”
He freezes. Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against mine. “I’m not going to fuck you, Grace. I will make love to you, just like I should have been doing for the past eight years.”
My heart explodes.
Grabbing his hair, I plaster my mouth to his, desperate to memorize his taste. His hands shift on my hips, lifting me slightly and then sliding me down the thick length of his cock.
I scream with pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.
Squeezing my thighs, I met his rhythm stroke by stroke until we scream out our mutual release.
If I ever doubted he was it for me, I never will again.
Ink
Once I gather my wits, I carry Grace to my bedroom and gently place her on the bed. My need for her has only grown more intense in our years apart.
It kills me to think back to the past eight years, imagining the other men she’s been with. The thought fucking rips me apart.
She’s mine.
“Are you okay?” she gazes up at me, a sleepy expression on her face. “Lay with me.”
I do as she says, pulling her close. “It pisses me off.”
She tenses. “What?”
“This. Losing eight years. You being hurt when I should have been protecting you.” I unravel from her and sit. “Fuck. This is my fault. I should have made sure. Should have looked for you.”
She sits facing me. “Stop. This is not your fault. You were overseas. You didn’t know.”
I pull her close, needing to feel her. “I love you, Grace. I always have. Now that I have you back, I’m not letting you go.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “Slow down, cowboy. You might not even like the new me.”
“Not a chance in hell.” I shift, flipping her beneath me as she laughs. “Bet you taste better than ever.”
Fusing my mouth with hers, I slide my hand down her breasts, then the curve of her belly, until I can palm her slit. Drumming her clit with my thumb, I slip two fingers inside her eager pussy.
She opens for me, moaning against my mouth as I end our kiss to trail my lips down her body, to kiss and nibble my way across her dusky nipples, down the curl of her stomach until I can finally swipe my tongue across her slit.
Settling myself between her thighs, I spread her wide so I can feast.
Her hands slide into my hair, urging me on as I lick her clit and torture her with my fingers. I feel the tension in her body gathering, so I replace my fingers with my mouth and let her ride my tongue through the orgasm.
The aftershocks are still coursing through her body as I thrust my cock inside her, seating myself so deep in her pussy it’s impossible to tell where I end, and she begins. I wrap her ankles around my neck and ride her until we both find our release.