Page 11 of Gracefully Yours

But I couldn’t get lost in memories of the past. Not right now, when all that separated us was a layer of clothes. His, to be more specific.

“It seems really unfair to me that I’m practically naked and you’re still in all ofthat,” I chuckled, gesturing to his suit.

God, Daniel in a suit was like fine wine; he was my personal brand of catnip. It was unfair how lethal it was to me, and I was sure that if I saw him like this daily, I would have lost my resolve a long time ago. Luckily, as an engineer, he wore slacks or nice jeans and a simple button-up to work most days.

Not the deadly suit, vest, and tie combo that currently had my mouth salivating.

“Take it off of me then,” he said, his lips tilting up into a smirk as he let the suit jacket fall from his body.

Who were these people currently dancing around each other in this hotel room? Certainly not the Charlotte and Daniel who had flown here for his sister’s wedding. I didn’t know who they were, but something had irrevocably changed since this morning.

Maybe it was the lack of two beds. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that all our friends were in relationships, and we were the only ones still alone. Or, perhaps it was because I simply just wanted tofeel.

And forget. I wanted to forget all the reasons this was a bad idea. I didn’t want to think about what happened in the morning when we regretted this decision. Right now, I just wanted him.

I stepped closer, grabbing the end of his tie, and using it to tug his face down towards me—bringing his lips to my level. It had been far too long since I’d had them on mine.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, and I wondered if he was thinking of the moment too. When I’d asked him to take my first kiss. Not much had changed since then.

His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers weaving through the strands of my hair to massage the back of my skull. When his lips met mine, everything else melted away. It was just him and I, alone in this room. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered.

We broke apart long enough for me to loosen the tie from his neck, and then I fumbled with the buttons as Daniel kissed me again, the way his tongue swept through my mouth making my knees go weak.

Truly, I thought it was unfair that he’d kissed enough girls to be this good at it. Why was I jealous of them, anyway? It wasn’t like this was a thing.

This was just one night. Mutual pleasure, and nothing more.

Freeing the last button, he helped me ease the white fabric off his shoulders, before pulling off his undershirt and leaving his chest deliciously bare for me.

God. I’d seen him shirtless so many times before, but I’d never taken the time to appreciate it, had I? He worked every day to maintain his body, leaving the house before the sun even rose most mornings for his daily run, plus whatever time he spent at the gym.

I traced his abs with my fingers, wishing I could do the same with my tongue. Maybe I was inexperienced, but I definitely wasn’t clueless.

“Easy, darling,” he chuckled as I wrestled with his belt, trying to push his pants off his built frame.

“Need you,” I practically panted as he pulled the belt from the loops, finally,finally,his pants hitting the floor.

Allowing him to guide me backwards onto the bed, I landed with anoof,before he pulled me to the edge of the bed, fingers hooking into my panties as he dragged them down my skin.

When his eyes met mine, the reverent look on his face almost broke me. He lifted my hips, that slow pull of lace driving me crazy with want.

“Please,” I begged, “Touch me.”

Daniel kissed down my breasts, my abdomen, until he spread my thighs with his hands, his breath ghosting over my core. “Patience,” he said against my skin, before licking a line up my slit. “I want to taste you first.”

I moaned when his tongue made contact with my entrance again, and my eyes fluttered shut as he devoured me, brushing his tongue against my core. He was a man starved, treating me like the best feast he’d ever tasted.

And then he changed his focus, flicking that wicked tongue against my clit, andoh god,I never imagined it would be this good, the pressure, the scrape of his teeth against me, and then he slipped a finger inside me.

“Oh my god,”I practically screamed.

“You’re so wet,” he practically hummed as he pushed his finger in and out, like he was getting me ready for later. “Is this all for me, Charlotte?”

I nodded, words failing me as he inserted another finger, plunging them in and out before he crooked them inside of me, hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed inside of me, but one that made me grip his hair and push his face further against me, his lips descending on my clit again.

And I was greedy, because I just wanted more, more,more.

“Don’t stop,” I chanted, so close, soveryclose to coming apart just from whatever he was doing to me.

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