Grace Lane is strong, soft, curvy, and muscular. If anyone should be confident in her underwear, it’s her.
“Definitelyor.” I hold up a finger. “I’ll be right out.” I step into the pantry, where blankets are stored on the top shelf. I grab two and return.
Grace’s eyes pinch together in the most adorably confused expression. “Why are there blankets in the pantry?”
“This is the earthquake shelter.” I round the table and sit next to her. So distracted by her bare legs, I hadn’t noticed that she’s still wearing black ankle socks.
She tucks her feet under the couch. “Who knows what’s on this floor.”
I open one of the blankets, and she helps me spread it on the couch. Usually, I know what to say, but my mouth will not work with Grace showing this much skin. “I know this was supposed to be our second date, but you know I’d wait for you a lot longer.”
As her expression falls, it’s like a wall of bricks stacking up between us. She turns toward the bathroom. “Oh. Sorry. I thought…”
Faster than I have ever moved in my entire life, including running track through high school and college, I reach out and capture her in my arms. “If what you thought was that I want to make love to you, Grace, you’re one hundred percent right. I want to make you come a dozen different ways. I only need to know that’s what you really want. I’m not a fan of empty sex either. And I have feelings for you that make it important you’re sure about making love in the break room of this studio.”
Three
GRACE
Being held from behind with Landon’s cock pressed against my ass has me more turned on than before. When I thought he didn’t want me, my embarrassment almost pushed me to tears. I mean, what could be worse than walking out of the bathroom in my underwear and him rejecting me? Nothing.
Even if I’m too much of a coward to ask him about those feelings just yet, I like the sound of him having feelings for me. “It wouldn’t be empty sex for me, Landon.”
His arms tighten, and I swear his cock gets even bigger and harder. He presses his lips to my neck then along my shoulder. “I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you.”
With his lips and tongue tracing a path back up my neck and behind my ear, it’s hard to think straight. I should be embarrassed that a little necking has me making all kinds of sounds, and my panties soaking wet, but I’m too turned on to care.
If I’m honest, which I always am, I’ve been wet for Landon Scott since I first saw him at lunch. I can’t even count how many past self-love sessions I thought of his gorgeous eyes and arms, and imagined what the rest of him might look like.
Turning into his embrace, I kiss his throat. The dimple in his chin. His face is rough with five o’clock shadow, and I run my fingers over the stubble. “I wouldn’t have made you wait long.”
“No?” His fingers tickle my skin just under the band on my panties. “How long?”
It’s hard to catch my breath. I need his fingers lower so I lift to my toes, trying to get what I need. “Second date, maybe third.”
He groans, palms my stomach and slides into my panties until his fingers graze my wet pussy. “You mean we could have been doing this for the last two years?”
The idea that he believes we would have worked out for the long-term is heady and unbelievably sexy. I press my hips forward. “Let’s just concentrate on now.”
His finger slides between my folds. His cock presses against my hip. “So fucking wet. Is this just for me, Grace?”
“Mmm. Just you. Landon, I need…” I can’t finish the sentence.
He strokes back and forth through my folds, rubbing my clit, circling it and my pussy, then dipping inside. Every touch is heavenly pleasure.
I want to touch him, but it’s all I can do to keep upright.
Palming me, he slips two fingers deep inside me.
Clinging to his neck, I fuck his hand. “I’m going to come.Oh, God.” My body tightens on his long thick fingers, and he stills his hand but keeps it tight to my clit while wave after wave of pleasure rocks me. “That was really good. Holy crap.”
He kisses my forehead. “You’re amazing.”
Him taking his fingers from my panties makes me moan. He sucks them into his mouth and licks them clean, and I’m ready for more Landon. “You taste so good, baby. I’m going to need to lick that sweet pussy.”
My body pulses as if I haven’t just had an earth-shattering orgasm. There’s something so satisfying about this man wantingme, and even more so that he wants to give me pleasure. I pop the button on his jeans, lower the zipper, and dip my hand inside his underwear. His cock is hard and big, and I want to suck it more than I want to breathe. “I think I need this in my mouth first.”
He grips the back of my head and devours my lips. His tongue demands entry, and I’m all for it. Easing into a slow, languid kiss, he sips at my bottom lip, then the top, before sliding inside again. Kissing my cheek and my ear, he nips the lobe. “I love your mouth. I have the dirtiest dreams about your pretty mouth.”