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“Gracie.”
“Weston.”
I find her face in the dark and brush my thumb over her parted lips. I’m not thinking about that awful scene anymore. I’m thinking about her, about Gracie. I picture the sunshine highlighting the copper in her blond hair and turning it auburn; the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks; the sundress she wore the night I cooked her dinner.
“You are the only thing I see right now,” I whisper.
“But it’s dark.”
“I know.”
And I don’t think about it this time. I don’t question it or doubt myself, because this time .?.?. This time I know kissing her is right.
My lips find Gracie’s and I kiss her tenderly with purpose, with meaning. She immediately presses closer, hard up against my bare chest and her hand disappearing into my hair. The tension throughout my body instantly dissipates and I allow myself to sink into the feeling of her, to lose myself in it. My hands slip underneath her tank top and I clasp her waist, noticing the way she shivers at my touch.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my mouth traveling along the edge of her jaw.
“Kiss me harder, Weston.” She guides my lips back to hers and kisses me deeply, passionately, her mouth working against mine in unimaginable ways. She takes my lower lip between her teeth, so seductively I’m nearly bursting out of my pants. “Focus on me.”
I rake her tank top up over her head and toss it across the bedroom, kissing her with a crazed hunger as I grab her breast. This girl makes me feel things that I still don’t understand, but I do know one thing for sure: I’m so fucking glad she hopped into my Uber a month ago. I slip my hand into her shorts and she’s so wet already. She gasps as I touch her, her nails digging ever so slightly into my back. When she lets out a tiny whimper of pleasure, I groan with her. It feels so good makingherfeel good.
So much for never letting this happen again.
Gracie reaches for my zipper again. I step out of my pants, my boxers, and now I’m the one who’s succumbing to her touch. Breathlessly, I take her face in both hands and kiss her hard. I want to feel her again so badly. It’s not even desire anymore. It’s aneed.
Gracie presses her hands on my chest and pushes me down onto the edge of the bed. She slips off her shorts and takes me by surprise when she slides onto my lap, straddling me. I grab her hips, trying to meet her gaze in the dark. I may not see the blue in her eyes right now, but I see the sparkle.
She trails a kiss down my temple and grabs hold of my shoulders, then slowly lowers herself down onto me. A groan rumbles in my throat at the same time as she releases a breath.Fuck.I throw my head back as I grip her hips even tighter. She feelssofucking good. I can’t even move. All I can do is feel her. Admire her. Adore her.
“Gracie .?.?.” I moan through gritted teeth. I press my forehead to hers, reaching for the hairband of her ponytail and pulling it loose. Her hair falls over her shoulders and I immediately wind my fingers through it. “You feel incredible.”
A tiny little sigh of satisfaction emits from her. She folds her hands around the back of my neck and rocks her hips back and forth, slowly at first, and then gradually faster. I grab hold of her ass, letting my hands follow the movements of her body.
“Fuck, Gracie, you do that so good.”
Gracie switches up her rhythm, rotating her hips in a circle now. I’d be convinced she was a pro dancer if I didn’t know otherwise. The way she moves, so confidently and so sure of herself .?.?. It’s intoxicating. It’s an entirely new side to her that I haven’t discovered yet.
“Do you like that, Weston?” she whispers.
“I likeyou,” I say, and I cover every inch of her neck with kisses.
She tilts her head forward, drawing our gazes level. God, how I wish I could see her in the light. “Do you?”
“Of course.”
And it’s so sexy, the way she grabs my jaw with such dominance and angles my face upward, crashing her lips to mine. I can’t get enough of her. How did she dissolve that pain in my chest so easily?
“You’re going to have to stop, Gracie,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut as I fight to suppress the mounting pleasure. It’s usually easy to distract my mind with algebra equations when I’m trying to hold out, but Gracie is the only thought occupying my mind and that’s getting me there even quicker. “I’m going to—”
“Then do,” she cuts in. “Do it for me.”
Every muscle in my body tenses. Pressure builds deep within my core and I know I’m a goner. I’m past the point of no return. All I can do now is hang on.
“But what about you?” I ask, my breathing ragged.
Gracie rolls her hips faster. Presses deeper. “This isn’t about me.”
Oh, fuck.
