Arm Candy (Real Love #2)(50)

It hits the floor next.

Parting my knees, Grace slips between them, and I smooth my hands over the globes of her ass.

And squeeze.

“Strip, Mr. Price.” Her tone is not teasing. I love that her tone is not teasing.

Fingers on the button of my pants, I draw the zipper down and strip my socks and pants off, along with my shoes.

Every thought zooms out of my head the moment Grace goes to her knees before me. She’s a gorgeous sight, looking up at me with those jade greens, her red hair in bright contrast with her pale skin and winter white lingerie.

She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, and I’m rewarded with a view of her naked breasts. I reach for her but she takes my hands, pressing them to the bed.

“No touching, Mr. Price.” That smirk. She’ll pay for this in the most orgasmic way possible.

She pulls my boxer briefs free and my erection salutes her. He’s been standing at attention since she ditched the sweater.

“Oh, my,” she purrs. “What have we here?”

Eyes on mine, she lowers her red mouth to the head of my dick and delivers a long, intentional, mind-erasing lick. I mangle the bedding, balling it in my fists as I watch, captivated.

She opens her mouth wide, takes the head onto her tongue, and then, so slowly my hips lift off the bed, sucks my cock into her mouth.

“Gracie.” Her name bursts from my lips. I anchor myself to the bed while she works me into a brainless lost cause, watching me the entire time. When I’m going to come, I warn her by palming the back of her head.

She doesn’t stop so I shift my palm to encourage her instead.

She accepts the encouragement.

A few minutes later, I’m pumping into her mouth, and Grace, hands braced on my thighs, is letting me, greedily swallowing all I have to give.

My mind blanks, borderline animalistic sounds coming from my throat. When I finally come to, I’m on my back looking at the stomped plaster ceiling.

Grace appears in my line of vision a moment later, rosebud pink nipples puckered and her smile smug.

Her red curls tickle my face as she brings her lips to mine for a kiss.

I swear on everything holy, I love this girl.





Grace


Davis and I enjoy a shower. The hotel stall is narrow but the ceiling is high. We soap each other’s naked bodies, a pastime I’m not sure I’ll tire of anytime soon.

“Ms. Buchanan,” he says with a lopsided grin—the same one he’s been wearing since I went down on him. “The decks are unevenly stacked.”

He pairs this statement with his fingers between my legs. I admit, I’ve been wanting him since we set foot in the hotel. His pleasure is all mine, trust me on that one. I’m primed and ready to go.

Another slide of his fingers through my silken wetness and I’m tilting my hips in the direction of his hand. Nothing feels as good as him touching me.

He soaps my breasts and then his other hand goes to my nipple and pulls sudsy bubbles over the taut peak. Nerve endings pop and sizzle as his fingers find my clit and massage.

“Gracie,” comes his reverent growl. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I wanted to treat you.” I hold on to his shoulders so I don’t slip and fall. Davis continues touching me—alternating between rubbing and plunging two fingers deep into my core.

“Honey, you treated me.”

He picks up the pace and a shudder overtakes me. Trying to hold myself up while I let go is no easy task.

“You know what, Gracie?” Davis’s gray eyes are filled to the brim with heat.

I can’t speak. I’m too busy begging for relief. No wonder “please” is the favored cry during lovemaking. I might explode if I don’t come soon. The pleasure is so intense, it borders on painful.

“You’re the most beautiful woman.” His fingers glide over my pussy. “You’re incredible. I’m glad we’re here. Glad you’re here,” he whispers before he consumes me with a deep kiss.

I let go, an electric bolt zipping down my legs. Davis doesn’t stop kissing me. Not even when my knees buckle. He simply relocates his hands to my ass to hold me in place.

Lazily I open my eyes, my skin chilling in the lukewarm spray. We’re losing our hot water.

“Your lips are turning blue,” I joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

Instead his controlled expression shifts to awestruck. In a tone that smacks of that same wonder, he says, “I love you, Grace.”

I was numb before with pleasure, but now it spreads through my body, fanning out from the center of my soul to encapsulate him.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, my voice as awed as his.

Davis grins and kisses me hard. Sheer joy explodes in my chest.

Love.

I’m in love.

He shuts off the water and steps out, handing me a towel and taking one for himself.

“I didn’t expect to say that,” he muses as he swipes the towel down his legs.

I step out and mimic his movements. “I didn’t expect you to say that. Did you…mean it?” I bite the inside of my cheek. “Or were you caught up?”

“I was completely caught up. And”—Davis palms my cheek—“I meant it. Did you?”

“I…did.” I let out a thin laugh. “It’s soon, right?”