Page 86 of Resisting the Grump

I pretended to smack my forehead. “The bedroom! I almost forgot.”

She narrowed her eyes on me as she walked over to meet me by the closed door. “You did not almost forget.”

“Only because you look good enough to eat.”

She blushed.

“After you.”

She looked up at me before turning the doorknob, and I followed her inside, flicking the switches for the bedside lamps on as soon as they were within reach.

“You like a dark bedroom, too, huh?” She looked around, her eyes straying from my closet to my bookshelf to my bed, which was freshly made with clean black sheets.

“I do.” I pushed the door closed behind us.

She spun around to face me, her soft, porcelain skin practically glowing in the dark room.

I stepped up to her.

“I just wanted to say—”

I set a finger across her lips and lowered my voice. “We’ve been talking all night, Avery.” I swept her thick hair behind her shoulder. “Let’s just listen to each other.”

She shrugged the silk robe off her shoulders and exhaled through parted lips.

My eyes dripped down her body and back up again. “You’re beautiful when you stop talking.”

She threw her eyes to the sky. “Very funny.”

I leaned in so close I could’ve kissed her, but I grabbed a fistful of her hair instead, pulled her head back slowly, and lowered my lips to her neck. Her breath hitched in her throat when I kissed her pulse, and I fought the urge to sink my teeth into the place where her pounding heartbeat met my mouth.

“Go ahead and say it,” she whispered.

I ran a hand over the curve of her breast as I kissed my way down to her smooth shoulder. “Say what?”

“That I’m weak for coming back.”

“I don’t think you’re weak,” I said, squeezing her breast as my lower body ached for her attention.

“I feel pretty weak in the knees right now.”

I found her lips and kissed them, pulling her body against mine so she could feel my need. “Fuck, it feels good to hold you close again.”

She kissed me back with an urgency that made heat shoot up my spine, and I slid a hand over the silk fabric between us and squeezed her sexy ass so hard she whimpered for me.

“I can’t remember,” I said against her lips as I slid my hand between her legs. “If this thing came with matching panties.”

Her mouth smiled against mine when my fingertips met her silken slit. “That answers that.”

“You’re already wet for me.”

“I’ve been wet since I saw how hot you look in the kitchen.”

I growled as I teased her, trailing my fingertips along her wet slit and coating her clit with her silk. “I’ve missed your moaning,” I confessed, high on the sound of her soft, shallow breathing. I waited for her exhale and then plunged two fingers inside her, relishing the way she cried out and grabbed me before she gasped for breath.

“Oliver,” she whispered.

She said it so quietly I might’ve missed it if I hadn’t been so tuned into every tremble of her lips and body, every drop of liquid pleasure pouring out of her.

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