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Last night, Grimm and I watched two other movies, one he picked, which was super good and another we decided on together. Again, really good. Between movies, we’d cleaned up dinner, had dessert, which was delicious, and the two of us relaxed. It was something I never expected to feel in my entire life. This doesn’t mean I didn’t wish for it. I did so many times.
Now blinking away the sleep, I stare into the dark living room, the TV having turned off, I’m guessing some time ago. I debate whether I can move or not without waking Grimm up from behind me. Then I start to wonder about the confrontation between Tripp and Grimm. It’s like they knew each other. Tripp had called Grimm Kings. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone call him that. I mean, I know his name is Blaine Kingston, I figured that out, but still, it doesn’t sit well with me the way they acted around each other. Sure, I didn’t expect hearts and roses, either. Then again, I didn’t expect Grimm to show up at my house or claim me the way he did.
God knows the man is confusing. Regardless of everything else, he still holds my heart in his hands. This I fear is a massive mistake that I won’t be able to stop him from hurting me when he walks away from whatever game he’s playing with me.
I roll ever the slightest, intending to get up, but I’m unable to move farther than the inch I got before I’m tugged back in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Oh my. If the raspy, sleep-filled voice that belongs to Grimm doesn’t go straight between my legs. It has got to be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Um.” I bite my lower lip, trying to think of what to tell him. I mean, it is my house, I could just say to bed and that he can leave. Though, I highly doubt he’ll listen to me giving him his marching orders.
“Dimples,” he says, squeezing my middle.
“Bed,” I blurt out and clear my throat. “I’m going to bed, and you need to leave. I have things to do tomorrow and . . .” I don’t get to finish my sentence mostly due to my head being tilted slightly to face Grimm, and he’d lifted on an arm. But it’s his mouth being on mine and his tongue slipping past my lips into my mouth that has me shutting up.
My toes curl, and I somewhat realize my body twists until I’m chest to chest with Grimm . . . his hand going under my shirt at the back. I moan and arch deeper into his touch, wanting more. So, much more.
Grimm shifts us until I’m flat on my back, and he’s between my legs. I can feel the juices wetting my panties. The way he grinds himself against me has me nearly wanting to rip his lips away from mine and beg him to do more than what we’re doing. Suddenly Grimm breaks his lips from mine and stills his hips.
“What are you doing?” I pant, breathless.
He doesn’t answer my question rather, he lifts off of me, coming to his feet. Grimm looks over me with a heated look in his eyes and leans in, scooping me in his arms. “Time for bed,” he rasps and carries me through the living space and up the stairs into my bedroom. He closes the space from the entryway to the bed with long, even strides.
A gasp leaves my parted lips when Grimm dumps me on the bed with a bounce. “Do what you gotta do to get ready for bed,” he says, rounding the bed to the other side. I don’t move, transfixed by the sight of him walking around my room. His eyes come to mine, and he gives me a grin. “Dimples, bed. You gonna get ready, or you stay in what you’re wearing?”
I lick my bottom lip and come out of my stupor, climbing back out of bed. I don’t bother saying anything though there are loads I could. However, that means I’d need to know what I was going to say in the first place. I gather my stuff together and pick out a pair of burgundy silk shorts and a matching camisole. It was either that or one of my pajama sets that have a character or whatnot on them. And there’s no way I’m going to be anywhere near Grimm in anything unsexy.
I quickly change, brush my teeth and hair out, gathering my hair at the top of my head. I release a breath and step back into the bedroom, only to come to a halt. This is due to the sight of Grimm in my bed, his back to the headboard, and lordy, if it’s not a sight I’ve wished for, for a long, long, long time.Oh, so maybe not that long, but still, from the moment I knew what sex was and how I knew I was in love with this man, I’ve wanted him right where he is.
“Come here,” Grimm commands, eyeing my sleep clothes. The way his eyes seem to flash with desire sends a shrill of goodness straight down my spine and between my legs.
Without thinking, I move to the bed and climb in. Grimm grabs me around the waist instantly and pulls me flush against him.
“Now, what are we doing?” I blurt out.
“Sleep, baby. Come tomorrow, we’re going to finish our talk, and after, we’re goin’ out on the bike.”
My heart skips a beat, and I decide for the time being to live in the now and worry about what’s to come later.
CHAPTERNINE
GRIMM
The feeling of having a woman in my arms as I come to is something I’ve never experienced. I’ve always been one for when I’m done, I’m gone or they gotta go. Sleeping with someone is completely different and, in my opinion, far more intimate than fucking.
Apricot’s ass wiggles, pressing into my cock, and from the steady breathing, I know she’s still out. Last night, watching a movie with her was again something I don’t do. Not with anyone. The best part of it all is waking up on the couch and making out with her. I could feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans, and it was all I could do to keep from fucking her right then and there. I’m sure Apricot wouldn’t have protested, considering those moans she whimpered into my mouth.
Fuck, it was hard as hell to keep from pulling her clothes off and taking her as I wanted. Even now, my cock is throbbing with the need to sink inside her, but I’m trying to do the right thing. Not rush this shit more than needed. I also want her to know where I’m at with all this and make sure she’s good with it all. I know me giving her the brush off and now telling her she’s mine is probably screwing with her head.
Either way, it’s happening, and she’ll get on board with it. Sooner or later.
I run my hand along her waist, trailing my fingers up the silk of her shirt. My mind drifts to the sight of her first stepping out of the bathroom and me seeing her in the pajamas. To say my already stiff cock went rock solid. There’s something to be said about how beautiful she is.
Apricot wiggles some more, and I have to bite back a groan at how good she feels and how I’d like to sink inside her pussy.
To keep from doing what I know I gotta wait to do. I’m gonna have to wake my woman up so she’ll stop fucking teasing me.
