Page 18 of True Hearts

“What are you doing?” I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me down the hallway.

“I told you I can’t keep my hands off you.” I’m finding that I don’t want him to.

“So you’re going to carry me around?”

“No, I want to touch you everywhere.” Graham doesn’t stop until he is entering his bedroom. He kicks the door closed behind him. I can see the determination in his eyes. The way he looks at me is so different from how any other man ever has.

Never once had Michael looked at me the way Graham does. You could even take sex off the table, and still Graham wants to be around me.

How could I have missed out on how ill-fitted my ex and I were together? Probably because I’ve never experienced anything like this. With Graham, everything is intense. The idea of being away from him and not getting to spend my days and nights with him makes me a bit panicky and sad.

With Michael, I actually relished my time alone. That in itself should have told me something. The fact that when I would see I had a date on my calendar with Michael, I’d sigh, not looking forward to it.

With Graham, each morning I look forward to seeing him when I wake, and at night I stay awake as long as I can to spend as much time together as possible before going to my room. Hell, a few times he had to carry me to bed after I’d passed out while we watched terrible reality TV.

Graham sits me down on his bed.

“We have guests, you know,” I try to tease him. As much as I want whatever he is about to do to me, I’m a bit worried about my lack of experience.

What will he think when he finds out my ex and I barely shared kisses? They were chaste at best. He’d only tried to slip his tongue into my mouth once, and I’d jerked back in surprise. The thought of having someone else's tongue in my mouth sounded gross.

Plus, I’ve always enjoyed my space. I’m not a fan of someone being so close. Growing up in the system, you have to share everything. There wasn’t much room of your own. I hated it.

"They don't count as guests." Graham reaches for the hem of my sweater, pulling it up and over my head before I can respond. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

I glance down at myself in the tan bra I'd quickly slipped on when Nat and Dylan had gotten here because I was still in my bathing suit. I hadn’t paid much attention to what I was putting on. A decision I'm now regretting.

"Does my tan bra do it for you?"

"You do it for me." Graham leans down to kiss me. It's only a brush of a kiss at first, but quickly it turns into more.

I’m so lost in the kiss that before I realize it, Graham is removing my bra and pushing me down onto the bed, his big body coming down over me. For the first time, I yearn for this closeness. My hand slips up his chest and around his neck. Yeah, with him I definitely don’t want space. The feel of his body pressed to mine brings a comfort I never knew I needed.

“I want to do so many things to you, beautiful, but only if you want them.” He breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes.

“I want them.” I say the truth, wanting to experience this with Graham. He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth trails down the column of my neck, his hands making quick work of cupping my breasts, his thumb stroking my nipple, making it grow harder.

“I had no idea how much I needed you until I found you.” Graham’s mouth travels down farther. “He was so fucking stupid.” His tongue circles my nipple, sending a jolt between my thighs.

“Who?” I ask, not sure I’m hearing him right. I’m unable to focus on anything besides what he’s doing to my body. I had no idea your nipples could be so pleasurable.

“Playing fucking video games when he could have been doing this.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth, making my back bow up off the bed. “Tastes so good. Addicting. I’ll never get enough.” Graham’s mouth moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention. The throb between my thighs grows.

“Michael?” The two brain cells that are actually functioning at the moment finally piece together who he is talking about. Graham’s head snaps up, a feral glint in his eyes.

“Don’t speak his name in our bed.” His tone is low with an edge to it. I’m sure when he uses it on others, it makes them sit up straighter, but Graham doesn’t scare me. At least not in that way. I know he’d never physically hurt me. It’s my heart that I’m more concerned about. Wait, did he say our bed? “I’ll make you forget about all of his touches.”

“You brought him up,” I point out. “And I promise, there is nothing to forget.”

“You’ll only ever remember what I can do to your body.” Graham keeps going, his mouth traveling lower. His fingers slip into the top of my yoga pants, pulling them down, taking my panties with them, leaving me completely naked.

I wait for the shyness to creep in, but it doesn’t come. Instead I spread my legs wider, wanting him to see me. When his eyes meet mine, the hunger in them is undeniable.

“Is this all for me?” He runs his finger down the fold of my sex, causing me to raise my hips. I can feel how soaked I am for him. “Tell me it’s mine, Luna, and I’ll give you what you need.” His mouth is so close to my clit that I swear I could come just from the way his breath flutters against it.

“It’s yours.” The words are barely out of my mouth and he buries his face between my thighs, giving me a pleasure I never knew was possible.

With Graham, I'm starting to see that the possibilities are endless.

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