He froze and then leaned back so he was looking in her eyes. “You’re a virgin?”
“What?! No! Sorry, I meant I’ve never done this with someone who I wasn’t with. You know, like a one-night stand.”
Liv could see the relief wash over him before he grinned. “Well, technically, we’re dating so this isn’t a one-night stand.”
“We’re fake dating,” she said aloud, more to remind herself than anything else.
He tightened his hold around her waist which caused his erection to press boldly against her belly. “This doesn’t feel fake.”
She closed her eyes as tingles exploded in her core. “Nope, that feels very real.”
The only sound in the room was their intertwined, labored breaths. She waited for what was going to happen next, delighting in the unknown, the anticipation. By the end of her relationship with Jordan there were no surprises. She could practically set a stopwatch to their lovemaking, when they actually had sex which was infrequent at best.
From start to finish it lasted eight minutes. The foreplay was always the same. The few times she’d tried to spice things up by changing positions, trying to role play, and introduce toys he’d told her to keep those things for her books.
It had been a little, no, a lot, demoralizing.
“You know we can stop now. We don’t have to do anything.”
Her lids popped open and she found a very serious-looking Grady peering down at her. “No, why?! I mean…I want to do this, to be with you…if you do.”
They say actions speak louder than words, and in this case, they were screaming. With ninja-like agility and speed, Grady unzipped her dress, pulled it off, picked her up and laid her on the bed. She found herself lying on her back wearing only her matching lace bra and panties.
The entire thing felt like it happened in the blink of an eye, but she knew that was impossible. That’s what being with Grady felt like, like the impossible was possible.
Grady moved above her and resumed kissing her neck, but the PG status of the night was clearly over, he quickly moved into R territory. She watched as his kisses moved down to her breast. His tongue lapped across her puckered nipple which was covered with the white lace of her bra. She wasn’t sure why but for some reason it was hotter that he’d left her bra on. The friction of the material combined with the wet lick of his tongue served as lighter fluid to the already raging inferno inside of her.
The flames of desire continued to lick at her, building with intensity. When he finally unhooked her bra and his mouth covered her bare nipple, the sensitivity she had was almost more than she could bear and she wanted more. His foreplay was burning her up and she knew there was only one thing that could extinguish it.
Liv’s hands moved down his back and she began tugging the material up. He was much more clothed than she wanted him to be. Urgency fueled her as she tried to get him undressed so she could touch his skin. He took pity on her failed attempt and was able to remove his button down in less time that it had taken him to get her out of her dress.
As thrilled as she was that he was shirtless, it wasn’t enough.
“Pants, too,” she demanded greedily.
The left side of his mouth curled in a half-grin and he stood, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He stood at the side of the bed looking like a Greek god in gray Hanes staring down at her as if challenging her to tell him to take his boxer briefs off too.
She’d never been one to backdown from a challenge. Her eyes met his as she declared checkmate. “Underwear, too.”
His nostrils flared slightly as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and slid them down his strong thighs before stepping out of them as well. When he straightened, her eyes greedily devoured his naked form. She’d never seen anyone in that good of shape. He could have easily been a body double for Channing Tatum in Magic Mike.
After a few seconds of allowing her to ogle, Grady gruffly stated, “Your turn.”
Her eyes shot to his.
“Panties. Off. Now.”
Liv’s chest was heaving in short breaths as she lifted her hips and pushed her panties down her legs and off her feet.
“Spread your legs,” he rasped.
The whooshing sound in her head intensified as she did as he instructed. She moved her legs apart, revealing her most intimate place. His jaw ticked as he stared down at her with male appreciation.
She was so glad she’d taken the time to do some grooming in the shower today. For the past year she’d let herself go full bush, because shaving her vag didn’t really make the list of things that needed to be done. But she’d cleaned things up down under today and now had a simple triangle of hair on her pelvic bone.
Laying completely naked, her legs parted, was not something that Liv would have ever thought would be a turn on. She was the furthest thing from an exhibitionist that you could get. But the way Grady was staring at her made her feel sexy, powerful, and like the seductress she’d always wished that she was. It was 9½ Weeks erotic.
Grady took himself in his hand and stroked himself once. Her inner walls clenched at the sight. She’d never seen a man pleasure himself, and she had to admit, it was working for her. He stroked himself once more and the seam of her opening pulsed with need.