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I moved to her and gave her a hug of my own. It was harder and longer than usual. It was difficult to let her go, and it wasn’t a puzzle to decipher why. I couldn’t stand that she was leaving with a man I had serious doubts about, in more ways than one. “Thank you for stopping by. I’ll see you next weekend.”
“You will.” She kissed my forehead, and then they were gone.
Leaving me alone with Grace.
Six
Or I would’ve been left alone with Grace, had she not immediately made some excuse about Phil needing her desperately at the gallery and vanishing before I could so much as say the words “bacon grease.”
But I’d eaten, so I took care of clean up. It was only after I’d stacked the dishwasher that I realized how freaking domestic this scene was. She’d cooked, now I was cleaning. She hadn’t kissed me goodbye before leaving but hell, close enough.
In our case, a slap would be just as likely as a goodbye kiss anyway. Her slapping me, that is.
She still hadn’t returned by the time I was ready to turn in. I debated calling her, then remembered I didn’t want her to be living in my house. We weren’t about that. I’d only invited her for the one night, and it was important we set boundaries.
She was free to do whatever she wished, and so was I. And what I wished for tonight was to sleep in my own damn bed.
We could flip a coin for the couch tonight if need be.
I took a quick shower and withdrew a pair of sleep pants from the drawer. I was tempted to sleep naked, though I didn’t make a practice of it as a rule. But might as well clearly assert my domain if she came back and found I’d disrupted her cozy nest.
If she came back.
I was already beginning to think she wouldn’t. She had Phil and other friends. Surely she’d be moving on soon.
Maybe she already had.
I fell into sleep without trouble. I’d developed the ability to sleep at a moment’s notice years ago, honed from many quickie naps taken at work during all-nighters. No matter how troubled my mind was, I could drop off and sleep like a damn baby.
Waking me up was just as easy.
The rustle of sheets was my first hint something was amiss. Then the slide of soft material against my skin, and warm, strong, calloused hands gliding up my thighs. A mouth at my throat. My ear. Her mouth. Dirty words whispered in the dark.
I turned to her as if it was a habit. Somehow it already was becoming one. Finding her in the night was just an unexpected bonus.
Everything blurred together, wrapped in the mystery of the evening. Filling my hands with her hair, twining my tongue around hers. Her heartbeat matching mine, beat for syrupy beat. That beat building, turning frantic and staccato as our hands began to grasp. Clothes disappeared. Her kisses on my neck moved lower and then lower still until she surrounded me, drawing me inside the heated bliss of her mouth. Her fingers tightened around me, working without cease. She lapped at the tip of my length and lifted her head enough so that I could see the gleam of her eyes in the faint light from the window.
Oh yes, her power would end me. How had I thought I could ever compete?
Her hands slid higher as she crawled up my body and found my mouth again. She tasted of me and that was the dirtiest, most delicious thing of all. Her hips rocked, encouraging me to race with her, and I couldn’t have resisted if I tried.
And I didn’t. Not even a little bit.
She fumbled with the nightstand drawer and then the latex was between us. It wasn’t enough to diminish the sensation of her sweet pussy gloving my cock, wrapping it tight in her silken slickness. She was close enough that she’d barely even started to ride me when she tripped over the first rise, and fell for what felt like forever. Spasms gripped her and traveled up my shaft, nearly turning pleasure to pain. Still, I drove up into her, my hips on autopilot. My hand in her hair, streaking down her spine to her ass. Hauling her against me harder as I bowed up to latch my teeth around one taut nipple. She cried out and the sound sliced through me, fueling my aggressive thrusts. And she only begged for more.
Always more.
I came hard, sinking my teeth into her shoulder to smother my shout. She wrapped her arms around my head and held on while I battered her through those last emptying strokes, her moans goading me on.
We dropped to the mattress together. Sweaty and finally satisfied, at least for the moment.
“I missed you tonight.” The words came out against her skin, in the delirium of kisses brushed against her lavender-scented skin. I could smell it everywhere on her. Every pulse point, every hidden spot.
She didn’t answer for a moment, then she placed a hand on my forehead. “Should I call the doctor?”
I laughed. Laughing was so easy with her. Too easy, because it would become addictive and then where would I be when it invariably ended?
Alone all over again, just as I had been all along. As it was meant.
