The reaction this gets floors me. My poor heart twists itself into a pretzel for him, the dull ache reminding me that he has the unmitigated power to hurt me.
“Did you wish for me?” He looks a little lost and a lot anxious.
How can he not know his value? How can he not know he’s the best thing since the invention of fire, and Krispy Kreme donuts and drive-thru Starbucks and e-readers? How can he not know that I love him completely and entirely?
I place a chaste kiss on his lips. “No. But only because I stopped believing men as good as you existed.”
Wonder and hope stare back at me, undiluted by responsibility and complication, by fucked-up childhoods and uncertain futures. He shakes his head as if he can’t believe his ears. Then his lips curve up slightly.
Something inside of him snaps. He comes at me hungry and needy. His body hard and ready presses against my stomach. Holding my face, he kisses me. He kisses me like it’s the first and the last time he’ll ever kiss me. Like he could pour all the meaning in the world into that one ravenous kiss.
His tongue traces the corners of my mouth, his fingers dive into my hair and grip it firmly. Slanting my head, I open, let him in, let him take what he wants, and let him give me so much more in return.
In the background I can hear the music. A cover of Don’t Stop Believin’ comes on.
The truth rocks me. I would do it all over again to get to this point right now, with him. I would. All of it. Every stumble, every mistake, every lonely night, and disappointed hope.
Suddenly he pulls away, panting, a crooked smile making him appear ten years younger. “I’m barely hanging on and if you kiss me like that again you know what’s going to happen.”
“I want you,” I say breathless. “You’re all I want. I never let myself want anything. But I want you.”
He blinks, his gaze sharpening. “Baby––” He shakes his head. “You had me from the get-go. I was yours the minute you bulldozed your way into my life.”
“Now, Grant. Naked. Hard. Over me. I mean it. I can’t wait another minute.”
He kisses me gently, slides his tuxedo jacket off. It falls to the floor. I rip open his shirt. His hands glide up my thighs, pulling up my dress along the way. It slides over my head and off. He throws it up and a lavender cloud floats down, coming to rest in a halo of clothes around us. I push his shirt off his shoulders and he unbuttons his pants.
Not long after, we’re both naked. Reflecting the flickering lights above, his eyes watch me with primal hunger.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…no one even comes close.”
There are stretch marks on this body. Too many to count. There are scars from bad razor blades and stupid accidents. There are pockets of fat on the insides on my thighs and knees that I will never be rid of no matter what I do.
He doesn’t see any of that.
I launch myself at him and he catches me, picks me up with ease and kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck. The heavy, thick weight of his erection slaps me between my thighs. Soft, he’s impressive. Hard, he’s got to be the sexiest man in the universe…and all mine.
“Leave the crown on,” he orders, breathlessly between kisses.
“Why?”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a prom queen.”
I break the kiss and stare. “You didn’t…um, with the last one?”
He shakes his head, the look in his eyes practically feral.
“Well, by all mean––get to it, young man. And leave your crown on too. I’ve got a Burger King fetish.”
He laughs and pushes me up against the side of the house, thrusts his hips, rocking the underside of his dick against my clit. I almost shoot to the moon there and then.
Roxy starts barking and barking, running back and forth. When it doesn’t stop, Grant’s shoulders start to shake. He buries his face in my neck as a deep rumble works it’s way up his taut stomach. I can feel the tremors against my chest till laughter finally explodes out of him.
“Fucking chaperone,” he croaks between laughter. His amusement is so contagious it kick starts my laughing fit. “Stop cock blocking me, Roxy! Hold on…”
Gripping my cheeks tightly, Grant carries me to the bedroom while I feverishly kiss him, holding his face, claiming his mouth the way I’ve wanted to for weeks.
As soon as he’s inside he slams the door shut and Roxy out. I fall back onto the bed while he stands gazing down with triumph on his face. That and ownership. Gripping his dick tightly, he strokes up and down roughly.