clearly a work in
progress, but Grace had no trouble picturing what the place would look like
when completed. Maybe lavender in the main hallway. She wondered if Matt liked
purple, absently stepping up on the main staircase, admiring the hand-carved newel
post.
Matt
was still watching her, and came up to lean on the bannister. The stair gave
Grace extra height, putting them at eye level for once, close enough that she
could feel the heat of his body, see the desire in his face.
Uh-oh.
“I
can’t, Matt,” she whispered.
He
didn’t touch her.
“I
won’t ask for more than you can give, Grace.”
God,
she didn’t deserve him.
“You
saw them tonight. It’s always going to be like that. They’re never going to
accept me the way I am.”
“Fuck
them.” The harsh words were delivered in a voice so seductively gentle, Grace
felt her knees go weak, “They don’t know you.”
“Neither
to do you, Matt. Not really.”
“But
I want to know you, Grace.”
She
shook her head.
“You
wouldn’t be happy with me. The things I want, they’re not…normal. And I don’t
want you to ever look at me like I’m some sort of freak.”
“I’d
never do that.” His fingers came up to touch her cheek.
“Can’t
you just find some nice girl who likes pastels and reality TV and doesn’t come
branded with the label, ‘inappropriate?’ That’s what you need. Not me.”
“Why
don’t you let me decide that for myself? If you really don’t want me, Grace,
that’s one thing, but if you’re just trying to scare me away for my own good,”
He shook his head, “I don’t scare easily.”
Grace
was moving before she even knew what she wanted to do, grabbing a handful of
his shirt and yanking him forward.
You
asked for it, she thought, determined to teach him a lesson.
Then
her mouth found his and the truth exploded in her brain. Kissing him had
absolutely nothing to do with teaching him a lesson and everything to do
with the fact that she couldn’t help herself any longer. He was hot and wet
and delicious, and the hint of stubble that rasped her lips as she changed the
angle sent a tingle of pleasure down to her clit.
Matt
groaned into her mouth, his hands coming up to gently tuck her against his
incredible chest as her lips explored his, pleasure reeling through her as she
hungrily took everything she’d been fantasizing about since the first time
their eyes had met.
Grace
liked taking a submissive role in the bedroom, but she was so starved for him that
her only thought was grabbing what she could get in this incredible, insane
moment in time, of getting her fill before he came to his senses. She found
her hands swiftly unbuttoning his shirt to greedily explore the hot golden skin
poured over slabs of muscle beneath. Never letting their lips part, she
propelled Matt off the step and back toward the living room couch until the
world tilted and they sprawled together on the soft cushions, her legs
straddling his hips as he lifted a hand to caress her jaw and then swiftly
started pulling the pins from her hair.
“Hold
still,” he murmured against her mouth.
The
command sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and Grace whimpered as her
hair tumbled around them. A thrill went through her as Matt took control of
the kiss, his hands moving to her waist, easing her down until her throbbing
core was pressed against a rock hard bulge that was startling in size,
promising endless pleasure for the taking.
She
was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, but maybe she’d been wrong.
Maybe
he wants what I want?
Hope
made her heart beat faster as she started moving against him, determined to
find out.
MATT
WAS GOING TO be gentle with her if it killed him, but the way Grace was rocking
against him made his eyes cross with the need to grip her hips and drive deeply
inside her welcoming heat, thrusting until he’d claimed her with every inch of
his body, until she surrendered to
progress, but Grace had no trouble picturing what the place would look like
when completed. Maybe lavender in the main hallway. She wondered if Matt liked
purple, absently stepping up on the main staircase, admiring the hand-carved newel
post.
Matt
was still watching her, and came up to lean on the bannister. The stair gave
Grace extra height, putting them at eye level for once, close enough that she
could feel the heat of his body, see the desire in his face.
Uh-oh.
“I
can’t, Matt,” she whispered.
He
didn’t touch her.
“I
won’t ask for more than you can give, Grace.”
God,
she didn’t deserve him.
“You
saw them tonight. It’s always going to be like that. They’re never going to
accept me the way I am.”
“Fuck
them.” The harsh words were delivered in a voice so seductively gentle, Grace
felt her knees go weak, “They don’t know you.”
“Neither
to do you, Matt. Not really.”
“But
I want to know you, Grace.”
She
shook her head.
“You
wouldn’t be happy with me. The things I want, they’re not…normal. And I don’t
want you to ever look at me like I’m some sort of freak.”
“I’d
never do that.” His fingers came up to touch her cheek.
“Can’t
you just find some nice girl who likes pastels and reality TV and doesn’t come
branded with the label, ‘inappropriate?’ That’s what you need. Not me.”
“Why
don’t you let me decide that for myself? If you really don’t want me, Grace,
that’s one thing, but if you’re just trying to scare me away for my own good,”
He shook his head, “I don’t scare easily.”
Grace
was moving before she even knew what she wanted to do, grabbing a handful of
his shirt and yanking him forward.
You
asked for it, she thought, determined to teach him a lesson.
Then
her mouth found his and the truth exploded in her brain. Kissing him had
absolutely nothing to do with teaching him a lesson and everything to do
with the fact that she couldn’t help herself any longer. He was hot and wet
and delicious, and the hint of stubble that rasped her lips as she changed the
angle sent a tingle of pleasure down to her clit.
Matt
groaned into her mouth, his hands coming up to gently tuck her against his
incredible chest as her lips explored his, pleasure reeling through her as she
hungrily took everything she’d been fantasizing about since the first time
their eyes had met.
Grace
liked taking a submissive role in the bedroom, but she was so starved for him that
her only thought was grabbing what she could get in this incredible, insane
moment in time, of getting her fill before he came to his senses. She found
her hands swiftly unbuttoning his shirt to greedily explore the hot golden skin
poured over slabs of muscle beneath. Never letting their lips part, she
propelled Matt off the step and back toward the living room couch until the
world tilted and they sprawled together on the soft cushions, her legs
straddling his hips as he lifted a hand to caress her jaw and then swiftly
started pulling the pins from her hair.
“Hold
still,” he murmured against her mouth.
The
command sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and Grace whimpered as her
hair tumbled around them. A thrill went through her as Matt took control of
the kiss, his hands moving to her waist, easing her down until her throbbing
core was pressed against a rock hard bulge that was startling in size,
promising endless pleasure for the taking.
She
was supposed to be teaching him a lesson, but maybe she’d been wrong.
Maybe
he wants what I want?
Hope
made her heart beat faster as she started moving against him, determined to
find out.
MATT
WAS GOING TO be gentle with her if it killed him, but the way Grace was rocking
against him made his eyes cross with the need to grip her hips and drive deeply
inside her welcoming heat, thrusting until he’d claimed her with every inch of
his body, until she surrendered to
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