The Redhead Revealed (Redhead #2)(60)
Author: Alice Clayton

“Now that? That feels nice,” he said, pressing into me further, his boxers barely concealing his—ahem—intent.

His hands found my now-naked br**sts again, and he slowly began to tease me, ghosting his fingers across my heated skin, dragging up and down the sides, sneaking underneath, finally capturing my ni**les in his hands as he groaned in my ear again.

Sweet Jesus, the man was talented.

I snuck my arm behind me, clutching his hip and pulling him closer. His right hand left my breast and his fingers walked down my side to my hip, Yellow Pages style. I giggled as they slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my curves. He pulled me back against him suddenly, and we both moaned at the contact.

“Gracie…” he said, in that accent, in my ear, and I felt every molecule in my body reach out and call to him.

He quickly removed my shorts and pressed his hand between my legs. I cried out at the feel of his fingers as they moved into me. I struggled to drag his boxers down as well, needing to feel him flush against me, with nothing in between. His hands left me for mere seconds, and when he returned, I could feel his warm skin press against mine in the most heavenly way. We both made quick work of my shirt, tossing it to the floor. He remained behind me, and as he worked me with his fingers I rocked my hips against him.

“Inside, please. I need you inside,” I cried.

And he obliged. He pressed into me, sliding in and invading me completely. He anchored my hips with his hands, and as I pushed back against him, he stopped his motions, then pushed in again, making us both crazy.

“God, I missed this,” he said softly, and I nodded in response.

I couldn’t speak. The feeling of him back inside my body was overwhelming, and I was stunned silent.

We kept a slow pace, our hips moving together, our hands entwined as he kissed my neck, my shoulders, my back, my cheek. I turned my head so I could take his sweet tongue in my mouth, gazing into his eyes as he worshiped my body with his own. Making me his once more. We moved and slipped and slid and rocked, and what was mine was his.

His hands clutched my br**sts once more, circling fingers and pinching and teasing and tantalizing me with his love.

My hands were lost in his hair. I kept my body flush against his as I lost myself in the waves of pure, intense pleasure that worked their way from the tips of my toes to the center of my being.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I whispered, and I began to shiver and shake in his arms, in his embrace, with him inside me. He drove into me, chanting my name in my ear as he felt me coming around him with quiet submission. I was silent as my own tiny universe cracked open and left me floating. I was aware only of his love, his touch, and the feeling of him as he stayed in my body, in my mind, in my heart.

He collapsed against me, cradling me to him as tightly as our bodies would allow. He told me he loved me again and again, and I smiled into my pillow as I felt him kiss me. Bliss.

Moments later, he rolled away and sat up. He stretched and messed his hair with his fingers. As he scratched his head I could see how long his curls had gotten. He gazed around the room, then glanced down at me.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” I answered, smiling up at him.

“Did I totally ruin dinner?” he asked sheepishly, looking at the clock on his side of the bed. His side.

“Yep. You owe me thirty bucks for the steaks, moneybags.” I laughed, poking him with my toe.

“Grace, what’s this on the nightstand?” he asked. I grinned and didn’t need to look. I knew what it was. I’d put it there.

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like a bowl of candy.”

“You’re a genius. That’s exactly what it is.” I laughed, sitting up against him and peeking over his shoulder. There, on his nightstand, was a crystal dish with individually foil-wrapped candy.

“You’re sharing candy, Nuts Girl?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, I’m sharing. I’m tired of being the emotionally stunted one in this relationship. I’m an adult, and I can share. Besides, I have my own. On my side,” I said, pointing to the identical dish on my nightstand.

“Wow, that’s progress.” He whistled, laughing at me.

“I know!” I said, launching myself at him and stealing a candy from his dish.

“Hey!” he said as I unwrapped it.

“Shhh,” I answered, placing the chocolate between his lips.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything.” I smiled. He grinned that sexy half grin and kissed me sweetly. He tasted like S’mores.

***

The next morning in the shower, we discussed our plans for the coming days.

“So, I’ve got interviews this afternoon, and then I’m supposed to go to this party thing at some restaurant, but I can get out of it if you want me to—the party, not the interview. Spin ‘round,” he said.

I turned so he could rinse my hair. As soon as it was clean, I grabbed some shampoo and began to wash his hair as well.

“No, it’s cool. I’m having dinner with Holly tonight, so I’ll just see you back here afterward. At some point we need to pick a menu for this holiday shindig. Anything particular you want? Okay, rinse, please,” I instructed, trying not to notice the way he was rubbing my ni**les persistently.

“Nope. I want a traditional American Christmas dinner, so make what you’d normally make,” he replied, releasing me so he could stand under the water.

I began to lather up with shower gel and offered him some. “Okay, well then I need to head to the store today and start getting shit together. We only have two days.”

“Let me know what you need help with, and I can always pick up some things on my way home tonight.”

“What the hell are you going to drive, by the way? Your car is toast, and I need my car today.”

He grinned sheepishly and stood under the water again. He didn’t answer.

“What’s going on?” I nudged him out of the way so I could rinse off. He smirked. “What did you do, George?”

“Well, I might have bought a new car. It’s being delivered today. I hope you don’t mind, but they’re bringing it here,” he said, shutting off the water and getting out. He grabbed two towels and handed me one as he started to dry off.

“What did you buy?” I asked, wrapping my robe around me and putting my hair up, turban style.

“Just something sporty.” He looked sheepish again, and also a little guilty.