Page 58 of Until I Found You
“Halle, I promise you she’s alright. I have eyes on her place right now. I need you to trust me,” he whispers.
Hearing him mention he has eyes on her right now, my mind drifts to when I was outside Hudson’s, the night I ran into Krate and how quickly it seemed like Maverick swooped in and ran him off.
I can’t help but wonder if he has eyes on me too. He just promised he would go down fighting to protect us both and to keep us safe. It dawns on me there are times when we are not together, and I wonder if he’s protecting me from a distance when that’s the case.
“Now c’mon,” he says, swatting at my butt as he winks at me. “Let’s get moving.”
My eyes narrow at him, challenging him which earns me a laugh. He’s in for it alright.
Standing in the entryway, I prop my foot up on the bench and slip on my shoe, leaning forward to tie it.
Glancing over my shoulder at Graham, I watch the way he stares at me. His eyes eat up every inch of my lower body. He’s always had a thing for my legs, that goes back to our days in high school.
Clearing my throat, his eyes dart up to mine and he realizes then he’s been busted. He doesn’t even argue how he was blatantly staring at me. Picking up my other shoe, I move to slip it on and bend forward once again to tie it.
“We’re not going to get very far if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Tell me, how exactly am I looking at you right now?”
“Like you want to bend me over this bench and forget every plan we had made for tonight.”
Without a word, his body is pressed against my back, leaving little room between us as his arms band around me holding me to him. One hand is wrapped around my lower body, skating along the waist of my denim shorts while the other is draped over my chest, his palm holding the curve of my breast in his hand.
“Don’t tempt me, Halle,” he whispers in my ear, running his nose over my cheek before he presses a kiss there.
I know I’m challenging him, pushing him to follow through with his warning. Sticking my ass out farther, I rotate my hips just enough to rock back and forth over him. I bite my lip to keep from moaning when I feel how turned on he is already.
“God, you drive me fucking crazy.”
He reaches up, grabbing my jaw in his hand as his other arm is still wrapped tightly around my waist. Moving my face to look at him, he presses a kiss hard against my mouth swallowing my groan.
I rub my ass against him again, wanting more. I whisper “c’mon” to him earning me another deep growl. I want to grin, loving his reaction to me. I think back to the other night and how he has continued to take care of me, pleasure me.
The thought of me on my knees in front of him, like he was with me, giving him every ounce of pleasure and hearing his moans in response to how I’m making him feel has my body breaking out in tingles.
I reach my hand out behind my back, flexing my hand around his steel length. He lets out a deep hiss and hearing how much it’s driving him wild only urges me forward.
“You’re tempting me,” he grits out, as my hand continues to jack him through his denim pants.
“I know,” I breathe out, tilting my head back onto his shoulder. The move gives him better access to my neck and he goes in for the attack sucking and nipping every inch of skin. I know without a doubt that he’s leaving a mark and I love it.
His grip on me loosens and I move to turn so I’m facing him, adjusting my hand but never stopping the steady rhythm of my hand jerking him up and down.
“Halle,” he warns, and I know he’s telling me he’s close.
I drop down to my knees in front of him. The move takes him by surprise, causing his eyes to widen and I can’t help but smile gleefully at his reaction.
Undoing the button and sliding the zipper down, I wrap my fingers into his boxer briefs as I tug them forcefully down his legs freeing him from the confines of his pants. Dear God, he’s a fucking sight to see, as his hard length bobs in front of me.
Wrapping my hand around him again, I circle my lips around the head and take him deep into my mouth. Feeling him bump against the back of my throat, I moan around him. The vibrations have him muttering out a curse, as his fingers wrap around my chin holding me close to him.
I add suction as I pull back before I force him deep in my throat again. I pick up the pace, keeping the same movement over and over. His fingers wrap around my head, but he’s careful not to tangle them into my hair, as he moans repeatedly. Seeing how he reacts to me, how tight his body is wound up, I want to practically beg him to let me taste him.
I don’t let up and I can tell he’s close when he locks his legs and shouts my name. He’s warning me again, only this time I know he’s telling me he’s close. I don’t stop though, and he moans in appreciation, followed by a deep “fuuuck.”
His body vibrate with release, as I hold onto his thighs. His hips piston in and out of my mouth, until they finally come to a stop. His legs almost give out as he moves to sit on the bench seat in front of me.
He leans forward, wrapping his hand around my chin, pressing a hard kiss against my mouth. Leaning back, I run my finger over my chin before sliding my finger into my mouth.
Graham watches me in awe, before he presses another deep kiss against my lips.
“You are trouble,” he moans, kissing me again. “Fucking trouble.”
I want to laugh because I feel like I’m right there with him.
