Chapter Four #2
“Yes, you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.
” He says it so matter-of-factly that it’s hard to argue with him.
Grant leans over the table and I meet him halfway.
The kiss is soft, gentle, and lingering.
Our lips part before he smiles at me. “Don’t think you’re going to get out of answering by distracting me. ”
“And what question was that again?” He honestly kissed the crap out of me and I can’t remember anything from the last several minutes.
“Nice try,” he chuckles. “How are you single?”
The chilled alcohol cools my chest as I take a drink. “If I knew the answer, I’d tell you.” He watches me intently, urging me on. “I swear.”
His blue eyes squint playfully. “How do I not believe that?”
“It’s true,” I say with full sincerity. “I’ve never been lucky in love.
Try as I might, it’s been a futile endeavor.
” He gives me that look that all men seem to master that means go on, so I do.
“Candice was the one that the boys flocked to. I was the girl on the side.” Grant visibly jolts back.
“No!” I laugh. “Not like that. What kind of girl do you think I am? I mean, the wallflower type. There, but not standing out. When I got older and went to college I blossomed and embraced who I am. Then…” I suck air through my teeth, shrugging.
“I’ve gone on countless first dates, but nothing’s stuck. ”
Grant’s eyes lock on mine in the dim candlelight making everything seem more intimate than it is. Without breaking his gaze he holds up his drink, the ice clinking softly as he holds it up between us. “Until Now.”
“Until now,” I add with a shy smile, lifting my glass to his with a soft tap.
***
The glow of the sidewalk lights illuminate the dark lawn outside of my apartment complex.
Grant’s car idles at the curb, the engine purring softly, its gentle vibrations matching the anxious feeling in my chest. I don’t want to get out of the car and it seems like he doesn’t want me to go either based on his firm grip on my knee.
His pinky rests just underneath the hem of my summer dress, and something about it has my heart pounding.
“Here we are,” I say breathlessly.
Fingers skate along the skin of my thigh. “Here we are.”
We linger in silence as the tension between us builds.
I never imagined that I’d have such a connection with someone like this.
I want to learn everything about him and jump his bones at the same time.
It feels like I’ve won the lottery. I’ve had three of the best dates of my life with this handsome, caring, giving man.
I swallow hard pushing through the haze of sexual tension. “I guess I should go inside now.” I reach for the handle but a tight squeeze on my thigh pauses my movement.
“Wait.”
“Yeah?”
Blue eyes burn into mine. “I can’t let you go without a kiss first.”
I smile. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Grant doesn’t hesitate, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for me across the console. A hand caresses my jaw before sliding into my hair pulling my face softly towards his.
A ragged breath leaves my mouth before his lips connect with mine. I’m putty in his hands, molding my body against him the best I can in such tight quarters. I’m holding him to me, melting around him as he draws me closer to him.
When his tongue slips through my parted lips I moan, my panties dampening with each teasing touch. Grant hums against me as the heat builds. So slowly the hand locked on my knee trails steadily up my thigh and if I could form coherent words, I’d beg him to move faster.
Grant pulls back, breathing heavily as his fingers brush against the fabric of my panties. Wordlessly, I spread my thighs in enthusiastic consent.
A possessive hum rumbles through his chest setting off a wave of desire and I pull his mouth back to mine in a messy kiss. My hands curl into fists around the buttons of his shirt as he slips his fingers inside my panties.
The breath rushes from my lungs with his gentle yet determined exploration of my folds. My chest heaves with ragged breaths as he kisses his way down my neck, sinking his fingers into my wetness.
“Hazel,” he groans into the crook of my neck working his fingers in and out of my pussy.
Sweat covers my skin like dew. I’m on fire for him, my skin burning, overheating. It’s all too much and not enough.
My head falls against the leather headrest letting my body sink into the seat, lifting my hips to give him better access. I need him everywhere. Need to feel him everywhere.
“Please don’t stop,” I whimper in the silence.
Grant’s mouth finds mine stoking the flames of desire lapping at my skin. “Never.”
The pad of his thumb slowly circles my swollen clit as he continues to pump his fingers slowly in and out of me. I’m so wet for him that the evidence of my desire is making obscene noises that I might be embarrassed by if Grant didn’t hiss in satisfaction.
Everything fades away. The hum of the engine, the leather creaks of the seat as my hips rock against his hand, the fact that we’re in a car parked on the curb. Nothing except the musk of his skin, the brush of his lips, and the feel of his fingers.
Small moans become more clipped with each stroke, each brush of his thumb. My fingers sink into his hair as the pleasure builds until it’s almost too much.
Hot breath brushes my face and my eyes slide open to meet Grants. He curls his fingers and adds more pressure on my clit, his gaze never leaving mine as he pushes me over the edge.
Pleasure radiates, pulsing through me like a battering ram. His mouth drowns out my cries of pleasure, the thumb of his free hand stroking along my jaw in utter adoration as my heartbeat slowly steadies.
Grant kisses me softly before slipping his fingers from my core leaving me feeling empty without his touch.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I say, my limbs like jello. I feel like a naughty teenager letting my boyfriend finger me before sneaking into the house after curfew.
Grant chuckles as he rights my skirt making sure I’m carefully covered. “Oh, I can. You’ve just made this car my favorite place.” He leans over for a quick kiss before sighing. “Can I walk you to your door?”
There’s no missing the very noticeable bulge in his pants and I try not to stare. “Absolutely.”
All I want to do is drag him inside and finish what we started. Instead, Grant’s a gentleman and walks me back to my first-floor apartment.
“Would you like to come inside?” By inside, I mean ‘round two’ and he knows it. I lean against my door pulling him to me with both hands.
Grant obliges, wrapping his arms around my hips and kissing me. The bulge that I definitely stared at earlier, now pressing against me making my heart hammer with anticipation. He groans. “I promise you, I want nothing more, but I have to go pick up Harrison.”
Oh. Right.
I try to keep the disappointment off my face. He’s got a son to take care of, a responsibility I can’t understand. But I can understand his decision.
I sigh, resting my head on his chest, breathing him in. “I had fun tonight.”
Soft lips brush the top of my head as he hugs me tight. “Me too.” He kisses my lips once more before releasing me. “Sleep well. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He waits until I unlock my door, his hands in his pockets like he has to hold back from reaching for me. The bright smile he gives me before I shut the door warms my heart. And as I tuck myself into bed, my smile and that feeling of warmth don’t fade.