She’d just finished drying her hair and touching on some eye makeup when she heard a knock on the door. Cole. He couldn’t wait.
Grace stared at her reflection for a moment. He was right that she wanted to use him to forget. She wanted the pleasure of his body to erase everything, just for a little while. She’d never tell him that, but it was just what she needed. Hot, hard sex with a guy who didn’t even want to like her. Bring it on.
She turned off the light and walked slowly to the door.
“Want something?” she asked as she opened it. And then his mouth was on hers, his body against her. Yeah, he wanted something. He wanted it badly. Almost as badly as she did. She was just curling her fingers into his hair when the noise of a man clearing his throat interrupted.
Grace opened her eyes to see Shane standing in the entry of the building, closing the door behind him.
“Pardon me,” he said, tipping his hat. “I’ll give y’all some privacy.”
“Fuck off, Shane,” Cole growled against her mouth. He turned her, putting her back against the wall, and shut the door with his foot. “Now, where were we?”
“Right here,” she answered, sliding her hands down to his ass to pull him tight against her.
“Perfect,” he murmured against her jaw, his mouth going to her neck to tease her.
God, she could get hooked on that. His mouth on her neck, sucking, scraping, biting. It made her moan and whimper in ways she wished she could hide. But screw it. It didn’t matter. Physical pleasure was just that. He made her feel good, and there was no shame in it. She obviously turned him on, too. Good times all around.
He pushed her T-shirt up, and she did the same for him. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, so their naked chests pressed together, their body heat seeming to double with the contact, until her skin felt seared. Burned straight through to the bones beneath.
She reached for his belt and had his pants unbuttoned and open within ten seconds flat. “I want your clothes off,” she said.
“Absolutely,” he answered, but he wasn’t doing what she wanted. He was busy running his hands down her back, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. It felt good, but she needed him naked.
“Your boots,” she complained. “Your jeans. Take them off.”
“Okay,” he said, but his hands slid up to cup her breasts. She moaned at the touch, but pushed him away.
“Naked. Now.”
She shoved her own jeans down to encourage him, and that seemed to work. He toed off his boots and ditched his jeans, his gaze locked on her body the whole time. She returned the favor, her eyes devouring him, taking him in. He was so hard already. Completely ready for her.
As soon as he was naked, he reached out to touch her, but she pushed his back against the wall.
“I love your body,” she whispered against his collarbone as she spread her fingers over his chest. The hair on his chest was softer than she’d expected and feeling it again made her smile against him. And the feel of his thick cock pressed to her belly. That made her smile, too.
She slipped her hands down his sides and around to his ass. She pulled him tighter against her and listened to him moan in response. Oh, God, she loved that. She wanted more of it. More moaning. More loudly. She wanted gasping and groaning. Hell, she wanted to make him shout with lust. For her.
Grace went to her knees.
“Oh, Jesus,” he breathed.
For a moment, she just pressed her cheek to his abdomen. She held his ass and turned her mouth to his belly. She loved the taste of him. The scent of his skin. The heat of his flesh against her. There was something about him. Some chemistry between them. Just the smell of him made her we
t.
She wrapped one hand around his cock and dragged her mouth over that delicious line of muscle that started at his hip.
He gasped and she smiled, trying to decide if she should tease him or give him what he wanted. But it was what she wanted, too. And if she was good at anything, it was taking her fair share.
She tightened her hold on him and slowly slid her open lips over the head of his cock.
“Grace,” he rasped.
She glanced up and found him watching her, eyes narrowed, jaw flexing between granite and steel.
Grace narrowed her own eyes. “Tell me what you want,” she challenged, knowing her breath whispered over his wet skin.