“Enjoying the show?” he asked.
“Immensely.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I wouldn’t mind if you did a little dance for me either.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Agnes.” Graham smiled and unfastened his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers in one efficient motion. And then he was standing before me, completely naked, and my throat tightened.
I’d forgotten how substantial he was. Thick and hard, curving up toward his stomach. I’d felt him pressed against me, of course, but seeing him again was something elseentirely. Graham’s lips quirked and he put his hands behind his head, swiveling his hips like a stripper would, and I choked on a laugh that dissolved into a deep-rooted need for him.
“Think I should start dancing on the bar?”
“The moves could use a little work, but your body is…” I trailed off as his eyes went dark. Sitting up, I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length. He sucked in a breath, his whole body taut.
“My body is what?” Graham’s voice came out, a touch shaky.
“Beautiful,” I said, stroking him slowly, loving the way his muscles tensed under my touch. “You’re properly beautiful, Graham.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“You are.” I stroked him again, watching his face. His jaw clenched and his eyes fluttered closed at my touch. I tightened my grip and his hips jerked forward. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Agnes—” His voice was strained. “If you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
“We can’t have that then, can we?” Even so, I couldn’t help but lean in and run my tongue over him, needing a taste. He hissed in a breath and swore, and I giggled against him. “Whoops, sorry.”
“Bloody hell, woman, you’re trying my last bit of patience.”
He was moving before he’d even finished speaking, pushing me back on the bed and covering my body with his, settling between my thighs, and the feeling of him—all that warm skin against mine, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress—made me dizzy with want.
“Wait,” I said, pressing a hand against his chest.
He froze immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just—” I pushed at his shoulder. “Lie back.”
He rolled onto his back, looking at me with curiosity. I straddled his thighs and bent down to press a kiss to his chest.
“You’ve had years to think about what you wanted to do to me,” I said against his skin. “I’ve had years too.”
“Bloody hell, woman, I can’t…”
I kissed my way down his body, tracing the path that trail of hair made across his stomach. His muscles jumped under my lips, his breath coming faster as I moved lower.
“Agnes, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I’ve thought about this, Graham. I’ve ached to have you in my mouth again. I want to make you feel as desperate as I’ve felt for years.”
His head fell back against the pillow with a groan. “I’m not going to last.”
“You’ll have to.” I wrapped my hand around the base of him and licked a slow stripe up his length. “Consider this a lesson in patience.”
“All I’ve been is patient with you, you damn insufferable woman,” Graham bit out.
He tasted like rain and salt and something uniquely him. I took him into my mouth, as much as I could fit, and felt his body shudder.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Agnes, fuck?—”
I set a rhythm, slow and steady, using my hand to coverwhat my mouth couldn’t reach. His hands fisted in the sheets, his hips fighting to stay still.
I wanted to destroy him. I wanted to unravel him completely, this man who had loved me so patiently for so long. I wanted to give him everything he’d been denied.
