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His hands slid up her ribs, then cupped her breasts. Her nipples pebbled so hard they were sensitive and when his thumb brushed over them, a jolt ran down her tummy to her core. She tensed her muscles, unused to sensations in her nether regions. Her body was so unused to these feelings she worried she'd explode.
His lips softened and felt incredible on hers. They moved and melded with hers perfectly.
She pulled back slightly, a bit embarrassed that he'd see her body in the light of the room. She'd gained a few pounds over the past few years. She'd thought of losing weight or maybe exercising, but honestly, she didn't have the time. She also didn't make healthy meals much of the time, it was just her.
"Can we go to the bedroom?"
His voice was husky and his breath warm as it brushed her cheek. "Of course."
17
Sid checked the locks once more, then took Grace's hand and walked side by side to the bedroom. Of course he wanted her. He'd thought about her nearly nonstop since their first meeting. He'd never met a woman like her. Never. Even his ex-wife wasn't on the same level as Grace.
But, yes, now he was nervous. It had been a long time since he'd had a relationship. It had been years. His divorce was ugly and unsettling in so many ways, especially after her attorney had accused him of being unstable. His PTSD had never made him unstable in the way they inferred. He wasn't a danger to anyone. He just had attacks and had to work through them. His ex-wife never understood, or tried to understand what he was going through. She always accused him of being sensitive, as if that made him weak and less of a man. He'd even started to believe her. They'd stopped having sex long before their divorce. He struggled with erections and intimacy. Of course she blamed him for all of it.
Once he found a counselor and started with therapy, he understood the problem was with her, not him. After the divorce, his attacks came less and less often. And, speaking to his friends, Jace, Quinn, and Myles, he knew he'd get better. They all did it in a different way, but they were all getting healthy.
They entered the bedroom, Chiefy close behind them. He opened his closet door and pulled a blanket out. Laying it on the floor for Chiefy, he patted it and she laid on it nicely. He patted her head, "Good girl."
When he stood, Grace was watching him with a soft smile on her face. He stepped closer to her and pulled her to his body. Their lips met, softly. He felt her shiver and pulled back. "I'm sorry, you're cold."
She shook her head. "I'm not. I'm not cold."
His brows furrowed as he stared into her eyes. Her cheeks turned pink, so did the tips of her ears. He swallowed a dry lump in his throat. "Scared?"
She giggled slightly. "No. Not scared either. I get chills when you touch me. When we're kissing, my body responds. It's puzzling to me too. I've never felt like this with anyone before."
Oh, man, that giant lump grew in his throat. He swallowed a few times to get it to go away and when he was able to speak once more, "Grace..." His fears began to rise up and he wasn't sure he could put his voice to them.
"Sid." She took a deep breath. "I'm nervous too. How about we remove the pressure we're putting on ourselves and just see where this takes us. If we feel it isn't right at any time, we'll stop."
It was his turn to chuckle. "I can handle that."
His lips touched hers once more and her arms slid around his waist. Her body pulled up against his felt so good. The fact she was in his t-shirt was a turn-on. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra right now was sexier. He could feel her nipples pressed to his chest and as his hands roamed down her body, she felt right. Of course, she was feminine and her womanly body against his was exciting in itself. But, she felt right. This felt right. If someone were to ask him what that meant, he couldn't explain it.
He slowly walked her back to the bed, their lips still kissing, touching, teasing each other. Once they reached the bed, he pulled away slightly, leaned forward and pulled the covers back. He tugged his t-shirt from his body and unbuckled his jeans. As he lowered the zipper, he saw Grace pull his t-shirt over her head. She shyly laid on the bed and tucked her feet and legs under the covers. She kept her body slightly hidden from him by crossing her arms over her chest.
Removing his briefs, he slid in next to her and pulled her naked body tightly to his. They laid on their sides, facing each other, their lips still mingling, tasting each other.
His hands found her breasts and enjoyed the fullness in them. Her skin was so soft in his roughened hands, he felt embarrassed. He stopped massaging her breasts and she pulled back slightly. "What?"
"My hands are rough."
She laughed. "I love that about you. You're a man who works with his hands. I find that sexy.”
She kissed his lips and his hands went back to exploring her body.
After enjoying her breasts for a while, he slid his hand down the side of her body and over the slope of her hip. He brushed his hand around to the cheeks of her ass, something he'd visually enjoyed for a while now. He squeezed her tightly and pulled her to him tighter. The erection he had bobbed as her body pulled tightly to his. He moved his hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of her skin against his cock.
Grace moved her hands around his body to his ass and tightened her arm to pull him even tighter. Something he'd thought impossible.
His breathing became ragged, his excitement growing to a feverish level. His fingers shook slightly as he explored her body.
Grace pulled his body over hers, spreading her legs to make room for him. He nestled himself between her legs, his cock was hard and feverish, the feel of her soft skin against it was comforting.
He pulled back slightly to stare into the blue irises he looked forward to seeing each day. "I don't have a condom."
She laughed out loud then said, "I never thought of that and never dreamed I'd hear it at my age."
