Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
APRICOT
“Dimples, where you want this big ass pot at?” Grimm asks, holding one of the pots I’m going to use for my display.
“Can you put it over there?” I point to the window. “I’ll be using it as a display.”
“Right,” he grumbles and carries the pot over to where I told him.
Over the past week, the man has been nothing if not insufferable.
I don’t understand him. Well, I do, and I love spending time with him, but he’s driving me insane.
He’s kissed me . . . a lot. We’ve made out so many times, but he always pulls away and never lets me touch him for long.
And don’t let me get started on the fact I know he wants me.
I feel him all the time, but not once has he gone further.
I’m nearly to the point of begging him to have sex with me because I can’t take it anymore. There’s only so much a girl can handle.
And I want sex. Sex with Grimm. I want to feel him inside me while he kisses me.
I want it all. But the damn man won’t give it to me.
Maybe I should pull out my toys and use them.
I could take care of myself, and he won’t be the wiser.
Though it would have to be when he’s not around, which in the time since I found him in my home, hasn’t been often.
He’s helped me every day in the shop, moving things around.
Doing things I could do myself, but only with a hand cart.
Earlier at lunch, he told me that he’s got to be at church later on.
I could do it then. I already mentioned not wanting to go to the clubhouse this evening.
I love my parents and everyone, but they can be in my business, and I don’t want to deal with them all right now.
I won’t be able to hold them off for long.
However, I like the idea of it just being Grimm and me for the time being.
I’m still getting used to there being an us.
When we haven’t been at the shop getting it ready for tomorrow’s opening, Grimm’s taken me out on the bike.
Sometimes he rides for hours, just the two of us, the road and the wind.
It’s an amazing feeling being wrapped around him, holding on and savoring the feeling of the experience.
Every night though, we end it at my place, where we fix dinner together.
I’m surprised at how good of a cook he can be.
Last night he made this fantastic honey garlic chicken. It was mouthwatering, for sure.
The best part of it, at the same time scary, is we always went to bed together.
“Babe, what else do you need done?” Grimm asks, getting my attention, taking it off my thoughts of how much I’d love for him to have sex with me.
“Um, that’s it for the time being,” I answer, glancing around, and pulling my lip between my teeth.
“Right, then I gotta get going. Maverick needs my help with something.”
It’s all I can do to contain my surprise at this. “What’s going on with Maverick?” I’m also thrilled by the fact I can sneak away from here, go home, and take care of myself. I don’t want to have to wait until later, that’s how badly he’s driven me insane.
Grimm gives me a look as if he’s trying to read my mind. “He’s just doing some rewiring at the house for security and needs help to get it done quicker.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Grimm closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around my waist. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Okay.” I nod, wondering if I’ll have enough time to call an Uber or taxi or something, get home, do my thing and get back.
Maybe I should call Kasey and ask her to give me a lift home.
It would be quicker, but then again, she’ll want to hang out, and I won’t be able to do what I want to do.
Drat. I could see if he’ll just run me to the house, and I can get my car.
“Do you think you can take me to my place? I think I’ll have to run to the hardware store in a bit, and I’ll need my car. ”
“Sure,” he says, still giving me that assessing look, but he drops his arms and steps back. “Get your shit, and we’ll go.”
I do as he says, and within minutes, I’m on the back of his bike heading home.
Thankfully, my excuse wasn’t an outright lie.
I have the shop opening tomorrow, and I have to finish up the last-minute things.
I have to make sure all the flowers are planted where I want them and that the rest is just how I want it.
It doesn’t take us long to get to my place.
Grimm doesn’t turn off his bike when he turns into the spot in front of my townhouse.
Instead, he holds it upright with his powerful legs and taps me on the thigh, telling me to hop off.
I climb off, using him to balance as I do so.
The moment I have both feet on the cement, Grimm pulls me into his side, his eyes locked with mine.
“Don’t know what you’re thinking in that head of yours, Dimples, but I’m telling you now, I find out it has to do with that sweet body of yours, I won’t be pleased.”
Oh my God. He didn’t just say that.
“How did . . .”
I stop as his lips curve up into an oh so sexy knowing grin. “Baby, I can read you like a fuckin’ book. Have been able to for a while. You ain’t hiding shit from me.”
Dear lord, please save me. “Well, maybe if you’d already do something about it, I wouldn’t feel the need to do things myself,” I snap, narrowing my gaze on him.
“You know I’ve all but thrown myself at you, and for what?
You to ignore the signs? Do you need me to scream it out for everyone to hear what I want?
” I continue my rant, not paying attention fully to Grimm, or the fact he’s shut the bike off, and put the kickstand down.
“I mean, seriously, there’s only so much a girl can take before she has to handle things on her own.
If you can’t do the job, then someone has to—”
I don’t get to finish my outburst due to Grimm cupping the back of my head and holding me in place as his mouth covers mine. I gasp in surprise, and he takes the opening, sinking his tongue in, demandingly. I fist his shirt in my hands, holding on for dear life.
Grimm drops his hands to cup my rear and lift.
I wrap my legs around his waist to help support myself as he moves .
. . all without releasing me from his devouring kiss.
At the door, he stops long enough to open it.
I don’t know how he manages, but he does this, still kissing me.
I moan into his mouth as the door slams shut behind us.
Grimm keeps going, taking us across the room and up the stairs.
He doesn’t stop breaking his mouth from mine until he lowers me onto the bed.
“You want me to fuck you, baby, all you had to do was ask,” he rasps, jerking my shirt up and over my stomach, then my head leaving me in my bra and jeans.
The bra is the next thing to go, and Grimm lowers himself until he’s directly at one of the tight little peaks.
I shiver in anticipation as he flicks his tongue across the tip right before sucking it into his mouth.
“Grimm,” I gasp, loving his touch, so much so I arch my back to get closer.
Grimm lifts his head, his eyes looking like molten lava, he moves to give my other breast the same attention, but he continues to toy with my nipple, rolling it between two fingers. I love every moment of it, and I swear I could climax with him only toying with my nipples.
“Grimm, please,” I plead, wanting more.
Grimm ignores me and keeps on with his touch, driving me mad. Time seems to take on a life of its own as he torments my nipples. I’m consumed in the sensations that he’s causing. I barely realize he’s moved until he shifts downward and jerks my jeans down.
“Grimm?”
His eyes come to mine as he settles between my thighs. “Gonna eat this pussy,” he rasps. “I’ve been wanting to do it a long time, and I’m a starved man, baby, brace, cause I ain’t stoppin’ until I get my fill.”
I do as he says and brace as he does just that.
But bracing wasn’t enough for the earth-shattering, world-tilting on its axis orgasms he gave me one after another.
Grimm doesn’t relent his touch, not until he has me begging, pleading for him to be inside me.
He rotates using his mouth and fingers, flicking and sucking at my clit and fucking me with his tongue and those magical digits that leave me wanting more of him.
On the last orgasm that has me screaming his name in pleasure, Grimm jerks upward and quickly strips out of his clothes, the intensity of his gaze taking all of me in.
My gaze drops to get the first glimpse of him, and I swallow at the look of how big he is.
“Is . . . is that going to fit?” I blurt, making him chuckle.
Grimm wraps a hand around his shaft and tugs. “Yeah, baby, I’ll fit in you,” he answers. Moving back into position between my legs on his knees. His eyes stay locked with mine as he presses against my entrance.
Slowly he slips in and pulls backward, only to plunge forward a bit more. The pressure isn’t as I would expect and soon, he’s filling me completely. “Grimm,” I pant, holding on to him, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Fuckin’ perfection. You fit me like a damn glove, baby.” he grinds out and gives me a moment to adjust to his girth.
Grimm takes his time, moves, thrusting inside me and I’m consumed again with such intense heat and pleasure unlike any other.
When my release washes over me, Grimm snarls my name and joins me. Breathing heavily, I stay wrapped around Grimm, not letting him move away from me.
“Dimples, baby,” he rasps, “You gotta let go. I need to get you cleaned up.”
“I don’t wanna,” I mumble, but reluctantly, drop my arms.
Grimm grins and withdraws from inside me, then moves away.
I follow him with my eyes, watching his naked backside as he moves around the room, heading to the bathroom.
He comes back to me a moment later with a wet cloth, and I stare at him as he cleans me.
I blink at the sweet, tender touch of him as he takes care of me.
I glance down and blink again at the slight ting of blood on the cloth.
“It didn’t even hurt,” I mumble to myself, but Grimm responds.
“I know, baby, I took care of it when I was fuckin’ you with my mouth and fingers. I wanted you lost in the pleasure when I was in you and not the pain.”
I swallow and ignore the tears threatening to want to spill down my cheeks.
Grimm tosses the cloth to the side and climbs back in the bed, pulling me into his side, then dragging the covers over us.
“What are you doing?” I ask, uncertain of the moment.
Now that he’s had me, will he walk away?
“I’m relaxing with my woman after fuckin’ her for the first time,” he answers, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“But I thought you . . .”
“Dimples, I ain’t going nowhere, not after what we just did. In a bit, I’m gonna run a bath and take care of you. Then later, I’m gonna ravish you some more.”
Well, okay then. I have to say I like that plan and look forward to more of the ravaging part of it. Though the bath sounds amazing too. Who knew Grimm could be so sweet? I know I didn’t, but I’m lucky I get to see him like this.