Fall From Grace(91)

He unzipped his jacket and peeled it off.  “Come here, Grace, you’re freezing.”  He gathered me into his arms and easily pulled me onto his lap.  Of course, it would be an easy task, my mutinous body helped him right along.  He held me in his arms and draped the coat over us.

Not having any control over my body, I nuzzled into his chest under his jacket. It was as if I floated on warm tropical waters.  Somewhere in the back of mind, I thought about those ancient blue eyes, just three miles away.  The image blurred and faded in and out.  I clung to Shane, not wanting to move a muscle, for fear the friction and heat between us would spark a fire. I laughed at the thought.

Shane moaned and held me tighter, “What are you giggling at under there?”

I poked my head out from under his jacket, our faces so close to each other I could barely breathe.  Our lips so close.

“I’m losing it,” I muttered.  “I’m desperate for some hot cocoa; you know the thick and creamy kind with those sweet sugary little marshmallows.  I want to sit near a roaring fire with my hands wrapped around the warm cup and I want to feel the velvety heat coat my mouth and slide down my throat,” I ranted.

His breath pitched.  “God, Grace you can seriously make anything you say the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”  His eyes lowered their gaze to my lips as he unzipped my jacket.  We locked eyes as I slipped my arms out of its sleeves.  Wrapping both our jackets over us, he pulled me closer and nestled his face into my hair, his breath sparking flames down my neck.

I gritted my loudly chattering teeth. Traitorous body! I wasn’t the least bit cold.

He slid his warm hands under my shirt and slowly traced his fingertips along the small of my back and up my spine.  His touch was killing me, killing my soul; just leaving the body of Grace wanting and needing.

I slid my hands up the front of his shirt, telling myself it was for the warmth, but I was never a good liar.  His body was soft and deliciously warm, and the restraint was torturous.

A low moan escaped from his lips.  He pushed himself up against me and gently pulled me into a sitting position; my legs straddling him.  This is too dangerous, too toxic; too beautiful.

I glanced down at him and immediately I wished I hadn’t.  He was watching me closely.  He hesitated and fixed me with his intense icy blue stare.  He raised his beautiful hand to my face and traced his thumb softly against my lower lip.

“One kiss, Grace, just one simple kiss.  Baby, please,” he begged.  “Just one.”  His hands reached up, grabbing my hair and pulling me towards him.  His smell was intoxicating; I inhaled deeply.

He ran feathery fingers through my hair and around to the nape of my neck.  I trembled under his touch. I was a complete dripping hot disaster; falling into pieces wanting him to fill me and put me back together.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Grace?” His voice was low and husky, and he gazed at me, ice blue eyes concentrating hard.  It took my breath away.  “Just one.  Grace...”

His slow deliberate hands moved over my skin, fingers trembling. It unleashed an inferno that coursed through my body. Every move he made was so freaking erotic.

“Just one,” I whispered.  Then his lips touched mine.  It was barely a kiss; his lips hovered over mine, taking the briefest of moments to savor the intensity.

I told myself, just one, a little one, then that would be it. I would stop myself from going too far.

“Grace,” he sighed and his lips devoured mine.  I fell completely apart in his arms, his touch unraveled me, and his kiss brought me back together; complete.  I wanted all of him; I wanted to taste every inch of his body.  I moaned desperately into his mouth and he pulled me closer.