Page 72 of Grace's Redemption
I stared back, not backing down, not giving in.
I was a grown ass woman now with a life and a future here.
If he was here to finish what his father wanted, well fine. If he was here to convince me to disappear again, he wasted a trip.
We continued to stare. Our breath syncing as he pressed his body into mine.
The heat from his body seeped into me.
The tingling felling I got as a girl being near him was ten times more powerful. His muscular chest pressed into my tits. My nipples ached.
His hard on rubbed against my leg. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shut me up before a sound escaped my lips.
His lips landed on me, hard and firm. His tongue didn’t wait for an invitation, it pressed into my mouth as his hands tightened on my waist.
He released me and grabbed my chin. He tilted it back and deepened the kiss.
An alarm in my brain registered my now free hand and it’s close proximity to multiple weapons, but instead of reaching for them, I reached for him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back.
The anger and rage we both felt, along with something else. Longing, loneliness and sadness all turned into lust and passion. It felt so good and so right and I knew I was wrong. I’d felt like this before and it got me shot and cast away.
I bit his lower lip and pushed him off of me.
We stood in the middle of my safe room, panting, watching, and waiting for each other’s next move.
Despite the warnings from my brain, my body and my heart won out. I wanted him.
Surprised the fuck out of me.
I smashed my body against his and climbed him to press my lips on his. He grunted and kissed me back. His hand fisted the hair on the back of my head and held me to him.
He was going through the same debate.
He bit my bottom lip.
I pulled away and whimpered. I tasted blood.
I raise my hand and slapped him, hard.
The pain radiated down my arm, but I reeled back and slapped him again.
His head bobbed a little, but the handprint formed red and hot on his skin.
His nostrils flared. He cracked his neck to the left and right before charging at me again.
He gripped my arms and turned me around.
His fingers gripped back of my neck and pushed my head down on to the bench.
He grinded his cock against my ass. I felt it through his jeans and my skirt. He was rock hard and hot.
I rocked my hips back onto him, welcoming the friction. It did something to my insides, feeling him so turned on after I defied him.
“This what you want, Gracie.” He slapped my ass before rubbing his hardness on my backside. He dry humped me.
Like a dog in heat, I bounced back on him, trying to get more contact to the spot that needed it most.
