Page 17 of Snowed In With the Grump
I caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.
"Getting used to this... to you... and then watching you realize you deserve better."
"Better than a sexy, intelligent man who cooks like a chef and kisses like sin?" She shook her head. "I think you’re confused about whatbettermeans."
"I’m serious, Lucy."
"So am I,” she said.
She shifted in my lap, making me groan.
"I know what I want. Do you?" she asked.
"Yes,” I replied.
I slid my hands under her sweater, tracing the warm skin at her waist.
"You. Here. Always,” I told her.
She pulled back slightly, searching my face and asked, "Always?"
"Too much?" I questioned.
"No." She smiled...bright and beautiful. "Perfect amount."
Then she was kissing me again, and all talk became secondary to the feel of her in my arms.
When she started unbuttoning my shirt, I stood and lifted her with me.
"Bed," I growled against her neck.
"Yes, please."
This time was different from our first night.
Slower. Deeper. More deliberate.
I took my time undressing her, kissing every inch of skin I revealed. She returned the favor, her hands moving over my body like she was learning a language only I spoke.
"Beautiful," she whispered, tracing an old scar on my shoulder.
"That’s my line,” I said.
I laid her back on the bed, hovering above her, taking in the sight.
"You’re incredible, Lucy. Every inch of you."
I slid my hands down her bare legs...slow, deliberate strokes that made her squirm.
“You gonna work your way back up eventually?” she asked, breathless and smiling.
“In a minute,” I murmured. “I’m appreciating the view.”
Her toes curled as I traced the arch of her foot with my fingertips. She caught my eye, something wicked flickering behind her grin.
“You’ve got a thing, don’t you?”
I hesitated. “What thing?”
