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Grace places her fingers against my mouth to cut me off, her eyes swirling with so many emotions. “I don’t need sleep. I just need you. I need to feel you—your solidity, your heartbeat, your kiss ...”
I crumble. I’m fucking done trying to push her away. I can’t deny her or myself anymore.
Without a word, I stand, pull her to her feet, and lead her to the bedroom.
ChapterNine
Grace
Nothing has ever felt so rightas Fletcher closes the bedroom door and takes me in his arms.
I gaze at his strong face, tracing his high cheekbones and firm jaw. “I haven’t had sex before. I haven’t done much of anything in that department, but I’m not nervous, Fletch. Not of this. Not with you. But … it’s okay if you are.”
Fletcher exhales a ragged breath. “Fuck, you are something else, Grace Newton.”
I smirk. “Yeah, I am. And all yours.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile. His hands tighten on my waist, and his huge palms burn through my T-shirt.
Then his lips are on mine. I clutch his broad shoulders, surrendering to the heat of his mouth and the thrust of his tongue.
“Fuck,” he curses, pulling away to nibble along my jaw. I gasp when he suckles on the sensitive place below my ear. “You have no idea how much I need you, Gracie.”
“I-I think I have some idea,” I whisper, sinking my fingers into his shoulders as I close my eyes. A shiver races down my spine, and every part of me tingles from his kiss.
He drags his T-shirt over my head and tosses it on the rug. I gasp when he trails his lips down my neck and over the tops of my breasts.
He slides his hands up from my ribcage to my back, and his fingers tug at the clasp of my bra. Unhooking it, he eases the straps down my arms so my breasts spring free.
He growls roughly as his lips land on one pebbled, aching nipple.
“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes widening, my fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as I shamelessly anchor him to me. Because I never want him to stop kissing me there.
A small moan escapes me when he switches to my other breast, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth and suckling hard. Warmth floods between my thighs, and the room spins as pleasure washes over me.
“Fletch,”I moan softly between ragged breaths.
He releases my breast and hooks a finger in the waistband of the tracksuit bottoms he loaned me, tugging me forward and capturing my mouth again. I meet his tongue as it slips between my lips, acting purely on instinct, and he groans deep in his chest.
“Want you,” he growls into my mouth. “Need you, sweetheart.”
His grip tightens, and I’m eager to explore this potent, heady desire with him. I’ve never experienced this desire for a man, and it makes me feel womanly and powerful.
I gasp as he yanks the tracksuit bottoms down my legs, and I step out of them, leaving me in only my lacy knickers. Fletcher strips them down my legs with one fluid motion, leaving me completely naked to his hungry gaze.
He brings my underwear to his nose and inhales deeply. “You smell like heaven. I’ll be keeping these,” he says, stuffing them in his jeans pocket.
I stare at him wide-eyed. “They’re my posh knickers.”
“I’ll buy you a dozen more pairs. Not that you’ll be needing them,” he growls.
Oh. That’s hot.
His eyes are heated on my body as they trail over my naked breasts, waist, and hips. When his gaze reaches my bare sex, his expression sharpens with primal need. Bloody hell, this Fletcher is intense. And I love it. He surveys me like a predator stalking its prey, and I find it incredibly erotic.
Fletcher prowls towards me, and I take a step back. My knees hit the bottom of the bed, and I plonk onto my bum. Shuffling back, I lie on the mattress, opening myself to his heated gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasps as he drinks me in. “I’ve imagined this so many times since we met. Dreamed of you like this and woken up aching for you.”
