Page 34 of Never Always
“This, with you, is different, Fire. The pressure is on. Politics of a different sort.”
“Seriously? How is it possible you are distinguishing between a normal day in the sack and me?” My self-conscious nag rears her head and I wonder if it’s because I’m different than the normal women he’s with.
“Don’t bring politics into my bed, Fire.” He smirks, but the nervous energy is still vibrating off his body. “In case you didn’t notice, the whole thing with my ex messed me up for a while. No one is bulletproof.” He steps out of his jeans and is fully naked. Just like that. Sculpted everything. There’s this desire to trace every hard line and muscle to make sure they’re real. He looks hotter naked, and I didn’t even know that could be a thing. Grange is using his body as a distraction, and I’m happy to let him.
I take off my clothes until I’m down to my underwear. He inhales sharply, and his hard-on jerks up. My body didthatto him. Stomach in my throat, I move up the bed until I’m closer to the headboard. “Less than bulletproof,” Grange mutters, gaze trained on my legs. “You make me weak, Fire.”
Desire wets my panties. I swallow hard. “That’s a shame. I was hoping for a strong showing.”
A devious, delicious smile lights his face, eyes narrowed on mine. He bites his lip. “Hoping for, huh?”
“Yes,” I reply. It sounds a bit like a pant.
Grange reaches down between his legs and strokes his cock a few times. “Strong and hard? That what you want?”
I nod. A meek reply, I know, but I don’t feel like myself, I’m in too deep with my feelings—physical and emotional. Patting the bed next to me, I clutch a foil wrapper and extend it to him. He shakes his head, a slight gesture so he can keep his focus on me, my body. “Not yet.” Crawling up the bed toward me, he stops when his face is level with my panties, dips down and inhales. “I want everything. Your scent.” He grabs the edge of the cotton and slides them down my legs and lowers a kiss on the skin below my belly button. Watching him closely, I’m able to view the emotions playing across his features. It’s like he’s unwrapping a gift he’s waited his whole life for. His lips on my skin are warm and soft, but his touch? It’s reverent. Delicate. Purposeful.
My body quivers as his lips and tongue glide lower, where I desperately want his touch. Grange reaches up with both hands and pulls my bra down. Lifting, I unhook it and toss it on the floor. There’s a small snow globe on the nightstand. A dolphin jumping through a ring. He slides a finger inside me and I’ve lost all train of thought that doesn’t involve sex with Corrick Granger. This is how it happens for me, how I become addicted to something and lose control over my feelings.
Arching my back, I put my head on the pillow and let him devour me. Oh, and he does, with deft fingers, throaty rumbles, and a tongue that seems to defy gravity as he laps at my wet entrance. It takes my breath away and my whole body feels like it’s electrified. Suddenly, I can feel places on my body I didn’t know existed. His hands are splayed on my thighs, and even the warmth of that touch seems heightened. The orgasm takes me unexpectedly, because the entire act of him eating me out and fingering me at the same time felt so good I wasn’t worried about getting there—I didn’t need focus or preparation. It happened quick and hard. My legs tingle and my stomach muscles tighten as I ride the bliss-filled seconds full of pleasure.
When I open my eyes, Grange is looking at me, an unreadable expression flickering behind his lust hazed eyes. “Finally,” he says, pulling his finger out.
Breathing heavy, I smile wide. “Finally what?”
“You have the most magnificent O face that I nearly come when I see it. Finally I got to see it again.”
I giggle, leaning up on my elbows to get a better view of the wall of muscle settled between my legs. “Even with the chess piece?”
“Especially with the chess piece.”
He strokes my clit with his thumb, eyes dancing over everything below my waist. Pleasure stokes, growing once again. “It’s not very fair. I haven’t seen your O face… ever.”
Grange pauses, halts his fingers, and whispers, “We’re about to remedy that. Thank fuck.” Sighing heavily, he crawls up my body, dragging his shiny lips against my stomach, breasts, shoulder, neck, and then ear as he rises. My body trembles with anticipation. Leaning up from the crook of my neck, his gaze locks with mine, then dips to my lips. The longing I see in his eyes is palpable.Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. I’ll always be here for you.Grange bites his bottom lip, and I lose my breath and I think my stomach drops all the way to my feet. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” Bringing up my hands, I cradle his face.
He shakes his head. “No, not like I want you.”
I could argue, but his lips are so close that I’m completely distracted with the forbidden. “Take me.” It’s a breathy plea. Closing his eyes, his jaw works. His self-control in action is only more of a turn on. Grange rolls off me onto his back and takes one of the condoms. Tearing it open with his teeth in an obviously practiced move, he rolls the latex down his impressive shaft. I shiver when I smell the pungent scent that is only condom. I remember the first time that I smelled it and the memory is vivid and jarring, and wholly unwelcome right now. A quake begins at my core and I can’t reconcile how different this is than with Billy from Advanced Physics. Grange was right. How did he know I’d feel this connection with him? It’s unnerving and exciting because it means he feels this weird lust buzz, too.He has to.It’s that present.
“I don’t want to ruin this moment because your body is perfect, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more than I want you right now, but I have to tell you that you were right. I probably won’t want to tell you when we’re not naked and you’re being awful.” I smile.
He narrows his eyes, and grabs my arm and sets my hand on his hard shaft. “Every once in a while, I get things right. Surprising, isn’t it?” The girth is impressive as I wrap my fingers around the base and slide my hand over it. His eyes flutter closed. “What am I right about this time though? While you’re humoring me,” he asks, lips barely a whisper as he enjoys my touch. One that I’m trying desperately not to mess up. The flesh heats under my grip and his dick hardens further.
“That it’s not just sex right now. I… I… feel everything.”
His grin is victorious. “Not a transaction then?” He reaches between my legs. “More than that, huh?”
“More,” I moan out, “than that.”
“Good. Same page. Let’s get this first time out of the way.” Rolling over, he pulls out of my grasp and kisses my stomach. We both watch cold shivers prickle from his touch. “You’re tight and I’m not sure how gentle I can be if we wait much longer.”
Moving over me, like some sort of predator, he lines up his shaft at my entrance and this is the second I hesitate, not knowing how I’ll react or what he’s thinking, where does this go from here? Anywhere? Nowhere? Everywhere? I stiffen and Grange senses it, gaze questioning. “Are you okay?”
Such a gentlemanly question for a man poised to kill. With his free hand, he brushes some of my hair away from my face to get a better view of my eyes.
“Overthinking. I’m more than okay.” I reach between our bodies and pull him into me. Grange’s eyes screw shut as he hisses in a surprised breath.
