Page 39 of New Girl in Town
“Yes.” The word had only just slipped from my mouth before Grant pulled me to him and kissed me.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss.
It was hungry and needy. His mouth moved against mine in a way that had told me it wasn’t the first time he’d thought about it. I opened my mouth to him and groaned when his tongue slipped inside.
The man could kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. It felt good to touch him the way I wanted, the way I had thought of more times than I wanted to admit, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, earning me a moan of pleasure.
“What are you doing?” I rasped when we finally parted. He leaned his forehead against mine and chuckled, the low sound of it making my hands clench and my stomach tighten because I wanted more than just a kiss in a coat room from him.
“Kissing you,” he said, and he kissed me again, mouth warm and searching against mine. His hands fisted in the curls I’d worked so hard on. “Doing what you want me to do.” He punctuated the statement with another hungry kiss that left me gasping.
“We’re on dates,” I told him, though I leaned into his touch, and gave as good as I got.
His lips trailed down from my mouth to nuzzle against my neck. “I know,” he said, his warm breath puffing against my skin.
“With other people,” I insisted as my hands slipped beneath his suit jacket and tugged him closer.
“Do you want me to stop?” He lifted his head to look at me, eyes half-lidded with want.
I didn’t even take the time to think about my answer. I just said what I felt. What I wanted.
“No.”
Grant’s hands tightened on my hips and he let out a low groan. “God, I was hoping you would say that.” He moved forward to kiss me again, but I was already reaching for him. My arms went around him as tight as I could manage as I went up on my tiptoes to press a bruising kiss to his lips.
“Aurora. Honey.” His hands moved to my back, palms flat against me and pressing me to his chest as we continued to explore each other’s mouth in a frantic dance of lips and tongue. I’d wanted to kiss Grant St. John since the moment I’d laid eyes on him on the side of the highway in the middle of a snowstorm, and now every bit of that want made itself known in the shape of my mouth and the way I devoured each and every moan Grant uttered. I was so lost in the man in front of me that I was startled when he pulled back from me.
“What are you doing?” My hands reached for him. “Come back here.”
“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing?”
His hands went to the bottom of my dress, just skimming the material of my hem, and realization dawned on me why a man would stop a perfectly good kiss to be on his knees.
Oh my god.
My breath hitched and I began to reach for my skirt when Grant asked, “Is this okay?”
“Yes, oh god, yes.” I’d begun bunching up the red material of the dress but at my answer Grant’s hands slid on top of mine, his fingers pulling the skirt away.
“Let me do it,” he murmured, leaning his head close and pressing a kiss against my knee. The warm feel of his lips against me made me jerk in surprise. I took in a calming breath and dropped my eyes to his.
“Are you really doing this?” I asked.
“Are you really letting me?” he replied, hands stilling where they had been inching their way up my legs.
I bit my lip, hand going back to the wall of coats behind me in an effort to steady myself. “I think so.”
“Tell me, then.” Grant’s hands left my thighs. He rocked back on his heels and looked up at me.
“What? Tell you what?” I was so dizzy in a fog of lust that I had no idea what he wanted me to say, but I was going to do it. Anything to get his hands back on me. If this man wanted me to recite the Gettysburg Address, I was going to damn well do it.
“That you want this. Not ‘I think so.’ Tell me you want it, Aurora.”
“I want it,” I blurted out. “I want this.” My hands dropped to his shoulders and I tightened my fingers in the material of his suit jacket. “I need this, Grant.”
