The Redhead Revealed (Redhead #2)(54)
Author: Alice Clayton

I stepped back, tearing my sweater over my head and disposing of my bra. I stood before him, watching his eyes grow even darker as he took me in. With a wink and a nod, I nudged my skirt down, stepping out of my panties carefully so he could see me, all of me.

“Brilliant,” he breathed, and I pressed myself into his arms. I kissed him deeply, with everything I had. I trailed my hands to his boxers and pushed them down as well, again helping him step out of them.

We stood, gazing at each other, our eyes taking in all that we’d almost let get away—all I had very nearly thrown away. I reached behind him, grabbed a pillow, and dropped it at his feet. I pushed him backward to sit on the bed and placed his arms around me, pressing his head against my belly, hugging him close. His hands held my body, face nuzzling at my skin as I ran my hands through his hair. He began to kiss my tummy, dancing soft, wet kisses left to right, his nose dragging deliciously across my skin.

But this was about him.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. He cradled my face in his hands as I perched on the pillow, totally bare and full of love. “I could not love you more,” I whispered, and took him in hand. I stroked the length of him, fluttering my fingertips along his smooth skin, feeling the softness over the hard, silk over steel.

He closed his eyes and grinned that crooked grin as he felt me tending to him.

I kissed him sweetly and tenderly, then gently took him inside my mouth. His hands continued to hold my face, with just as much tenderness. I took him in slowly, exquisitely, and as he hit the back of my throat, he moaned. I withdrew slowly, following with my hand, squeezing gently and chancing a quick look up at the perfection that was my Jack.

His head was thrown back, strong jaw clenched as he let me take care of him. I took him in again, swallowing and sucking and making my mouth tight around him. I swirled my tongue around his head, and then underneath, tickling gently while my nails dragged up and down the inside of his thighs and across his abdomen, eliciting a truly magnificent groan.

I let my teeth graze his length as I withdrew again, and as my hands took over for my mouth, I watched him. “Look at me, love,” I prompted, and he opened his lust-filled eyes. There was my green. His hands dug into my hair as I took him in my mouth again, and he groaned as he watched me pump him in and out of my mouth, faster now and with conviction. I sucked, swirled, teased, tantalized, and loved him as only I could—and only I would, from now on.

As his hips began to buck faster and his hands became more urgent, I could feel myself becoming aroused simply by his arousal and the sweet sounds Jack made before he came. I moved with him, taking him in deeper and deeper and letting my hands take over what my mouth could not.

His hands were constantly in my hair, guiding me, moving me with him, and I knew he was seconds away from his release. Selfishly, I wanted to watch him—there’s nothing in the world more beautiful than the sight of my Jack coming. But this was about him, and making him feel this as intensely as possible, so I kept my mouth around him while I felt him begin to shake.

His breath came fast and loud, his groans grew guttural, and just before I brought him to where he needed to be, he moaned my name.

“Grace,” he said, the word falling from his lips as he came, brilliantly.

I stayed with him the entire time, caring for him while he moaned above me, his hands lazy in my hair as his breath slowed. I kissed up one thigh and down the other, smiling into his skin.

He was shaking, and as I stood to climb into bed with him, his hands shot out and cuddled me to him before I could step away. He hugged me close, clutching as his breathing became steady again. I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could, sweeping kisses across his forehead, pressing my fingertips to his temples and cheeks.

“Come here, please?” I asked, and moved to lie on the bed. I pulled him down to me, draping the comforter over us as we tried to get as close to each other as we could. His head nestled between my chest and shoulder, and his hands came up to my br**sts. I trailed my fingers up and down his back, drawing circles as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, hugging him with my entire body.

He was still shivering a little, still coming down. I held him close and whispered “I love you” over and over again as I kissed his head.

He finally stopped shaking and sighed greatly. “I love you too, Gracie, more than you could possibly know,” he whispered and nuzzled into my neck further.

“Thank you, George. Thank you,” I whispered as I clung to him.

“You smell like coconuts and clean laundry,” he breathed, and promptly fell asleep.

I was home.

***

We woke from our nap a few hours later, hunger finally drawing us from the bed and to the room service menu. Our long-forgotten lunch, coupled with our coupling, made for a famished George and Gracie. I padded about in his shirt, and he lounged in his jeans, and we ordered PB&Js and chicken noodle soup, Four Seasons style.

After our feast arrived, we returned to the bedroom, sandwiches and bowls of soup along for the ride, and crawled back into bed. We ate sitting cross-legged next to each other, and I admitted that I’d seen Time.

“Was the theater crowded?” he asked through a mouthful of jelly.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Sweet Nuts, and yes, it was very crowded. There was a fair amount of squealing when you first appeared onscreen.” I winked at him.

He blushed and rolled his eyes.

“And the love scenes? Hot, love, very hot. The women loved it. Of course I was miserable,” I told him, sipping my soup.

He choked a little on his own soup, dribbling noodles onto his chin.

I laughed and handed him a napkin.

“Thanks, but why were you miserable?”

I thought for a moment, then explained. “Because I didn’t know if I’d ever get to be with you again, and it made me really sad,” I said, looking down into my soup, chasing the noodles with my spoon. “I’d also eaten an entire bucket of popcorn, so I felt a little sick to my tummy,” I added, which made him smile.

He rubbed my tummy absently as he took another bite of his PB&J, chewing thoughtfully. I set my bowl on the nightstand and brushed the crumbs off my lap.

“I wondered that myself, Grace—whether I’d kissed you for the last time, and if we’d ever be here again, like this,” he said, swallowing hard and setting his plate down on his side of the bed.

Different city, different bed, and yet we each gravitated to our own side. Comforting. But now we were in the middle.