cool it.”
“Oh,” she said, deflating.
Score. She would totally be in my bed in some form or fashion tonight.
“But let’s talk about this lasagna! That must have been a lot of work! It seemed like you had a whole operation going, handmade pasta, the sauce, and I’m sure there were multiple cheeses.”
“Yep,” she said. “It was pretty complicated. Especially the béchamel.”
“This was one of the versions with béchamel?” I asked politely while trying to figure out how to turn the conversation toward us without clothes in my bed.
“Was it on top or layered in with the noodles? I didn’t really notice it.” I cut another bite of the lasagna and began to inspect it.
Grace stood up abruptly and knocked the fork out of my hand.
“I changed my mind,” she said. “I think actually I do want your cock.”
37
Grace
In my defense, I needed some way to shut Chris up about that damn lasagna. I mean, what the hell was he, some sort of lasagna connoisseur?
Only heavy petting, I told my libido, but my inner sex goddess had already taken the pleasure boat out and gassed it up.
This is just a distraction.
My inner sex goddess cranked the engine and slipped on sunglasses.
I am in control.
Except I wasn’t. Chris was.
He pulled me down on his lap then ripped open my blouse, buttons bouncing everywhere. He pulled my breasts out of my bra, taking them in his mouth.
I moaned loudly. Between the wine and the stress of the lasagna, I had very little willpower left to resist him.
This is just a distraction.
His hand worked under my skirt to press against my panties.
Think of being homeless!
But all I could think of was Chris and his hand, rubbing me too slowly through the sheer lacy fabric.
With my last ounce of willpower I pushed him off of me.
He made a frustrated noise.
“I’m not trying to use you,” I said, breathing hard, trying to make him understand.
He gave me a heavy-lidded look. “Except I want you to. I want you to use every inch of me.”
My inner sex goddess cheered at that.
Well… maybe I could make an exception. This one time.
Gripping my hand, Chris led me to sit back on the couch. Now that I had given in and finally admitted to myself that, yes, I was doing this, I decided to give just as much as I got.
Grabbing the lapels of his shirt, I pulled him into a kiss. He made a surprised little grunt—and our teeth might have clacked once or twice until he got with the program. Then he was all on board.
Turnabout was fair play. I practically ripped the buttons off as I clawed off his shirt. Finally, I was able to run my hands over his bare skin. He was like a slab of marble under his shirt.
He smiled—a charmingly boyish look that took me aback. Then his hands rose to cup my own breasts. “I only think it’s fair that if you get to admire me, I get to admire you.” His thumbs circled my nipples, and I abandoned feeling him up in favor of hooking a hand around his neck to pull him into another kiss.
As usual, Chris took the time to go the extra mile.
He pushed me down onto the rough fabric of the couch. I reached behind my head and pushed off an overbearing couch pillow. He took the opportunity to kiss down my neck, his thumbs still at work around my nipples, teasing them into twin peaks.
I moaned, arching my chest up to give him as much access as he wanted.
We played like that for a few minutes, kissing and petting one another. Me, becoming acquainted with his ridiculously hot body, and him rediscovering mine with aching slowness as if he had not had his face in between my legs before.
He gripped my thigh, and then his hand moved inward to slip under the hem of my panties. I gasped as his fingers found home. They weren’t quite as talented as his tongue, but hey, I wasn’t complaining.
“You’re so wet for me, Grace.”
Instead of replying, I grabbed for his belt. “And you are still wearing pants. Why?”
He laughed, dropping kisses on my bare skin again and hissing when I finally got my hands down his pants and wrapped around the prize.
My eyebrows shot up. This man was packing some serious heat.
Could it be twelve inches?
“Want to take it for a ride?” Chris purred as I pushed down the silky boxer briefs.
He kissed me as he pushed down my soaking