Page 35 of The Corner of Heartbreak and Forever
“Wow, Gracie. How can I miss you this much after only a few hours?” He kissed her neck, and she leaned to the side, giving him better access.
“I don’t know, but I think we need to spend a few hours apart every day just so I can come back to this.”
He brushed his lips teasingly over hers. “That can be arranged.”
“I’m interrupting your painting,” she said between kisses.
“I thought I’d be done before you finished your class, but since I wasn’t…” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, his hands moving up her sides. “How do you feel about a painting date?”
He sank his teeth into her neck, and she gasped.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
He touched her pretty blouse, then ran his fingers along her thighs as he kissed her again. Her skin was warm and soft, and painting was the last thing on his mind. “This isn’t reallygetting dirtyattire.”
“I think it’s working pretty well,” she said, and looked down at the streak of cream-colored paint on her leg.
He glanced at her leg, then at the paint on her blouse and cringed. “Sorry, babe. I’ll pay for that to be dry cleaned.”
“Maybe I should take it off.” She began unbuttoning her blouse, eyes trained on him. “Oops.” Her hands stilled on her buttons. “I might distract you too much to finish painting.”
“Distract me, baby.” He kissed her deeply, but as he’d come to expect, it wasn’t enough for either of them. Their kisses turned urgent and messy as he fumbled with her buttons and she worked open his belt buckle.
“I swear I don’t only want you for sex,” he said. “I want to hear about your class.”
“It was fantastic.”
She kissed his chest, her nimble fingers playing over his pecs as he struggled with her buttons. He managed one more button and stilled at the sight of her beautiful curves restrained by a skimpy pink bra. A heavy groan escaped before he could stop it.
“Holy…Gracie. You know how much I love you in pink lace.”
“Then you’ll probably enjoy the matching bottoms.” She blinked flirtatiously, gazing up through her long, dark lashes as she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing sexy pink lace panties.
He crashed his mouth to hers, and then their hands were everywhere at once. She grabbed at his head and shoulders, her softness pressing into him.
“Oh,Reed—” she said, and tugged at the button on his jeans.
He grabbed her wrist, and her eyes flew open, dark and ravenous. “First I take my fill.”
And he did.
Afterward, he held her so tight he didn’t know where she ended and he began.
She rested her cheek on his shoulder, her warm breath coasting over his skin as she said, “We were never very good at waiting.”
He could hear the smile in her voice and pressed a kiss to her neck as a car door sounded outside.
She lifted her head, eyes wide. “Who’s that?”
“Probably the pizza delivery guy. Good thing we were fast.”
“Reed!” she snapped as he set her on her feet. She grabbed her panties and the bag she’d brought. “What if they’d caught us?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she bolted up the stairs.
He hiked up his jeans and called after her, “Then I’d say they got a pretty big tip!”
After paying for the pizza, he set it in the living room and went upstairs to wash up. He followed the sound of Grace humming and found her in the master bathroom. She held the hem of a dark T-shirt in her teeth as she zipped up a pair of cutoffs. Her hair curtained her face, and she looked eighteen years old again. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she released her shirt, lifting sultry eyes to his.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly.
