Page 40 of New Girl in Town
Grant hummed. “Baby, that’s more like it.” His hands slipped back up my thighs and a second later his head ducked under my skirt.
“Oh shit,” I gasped at the first ghost of his breath against my upper thighs. The brush of his lips against my skin had me flailing again against the rack of coats. My hips trembled when Grant nosed against me, the gentle but firm pressure of his hands on my thighs forcing me to step wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. His hands pushed higher until his thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties and my eyes fluttered closed in anticipation.
“Grant,” I sighed, feeling the delicious hot warmth of his mouth inching closer to where I wanted him. Just a little bit further and he would be pressed right against my clit. That bundle of nerves was screaming for pressure, for friction, for Grant’s mouth.
“Grant, please,” I gasped. “Please.” I looked down to see that he had appeared from beneath my dress and the ache of my clit increased by an untold amount at the sight of him with my skirt around his neck and looking up at me with nothing short of adoration. Did I mention he was on his knees? Because he was, and it wasworkingfor me.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
My panties went down and landed around my ankles. I shook when his warm hand landed on my ankle and slid up to my knee. I muffled a startled cry when he threw my leg over his shoulder and gave me a squeeze. “You’re so beautiful like this, Aurora. Are you going to let me take care of you?” he asked, his hand massaging my thigh.
“Hell yes.”
He chuckled, the low throaty sound of it vibrating against my thigh. He pressed a kiss to it and then moved forward, my skirt shoved up and around my waist in what had to be the single most lewd thing I had ever done with a man. Not the least because I was on a date with someone else, not the public part—although that did register on myWhat the hell am I doing?!scale of measurement.
But just as my common sense threatened to cut through my lust, he leaned forward to press a hot kiss against my skin, tongue moving against my clit, and my head dropped back with a sigh. This kiss was so unlike the one he’d just laid on me, his mouth and tongue moving as if coaxing me to follow him.
I shuddered, and his hands slid back to cup my ass, big palms spread out across the width of me. He moved his tongue in circles meant to drive me closer and closer to the edge
“More, I want it,” I groaned, hips canting up to meet his eager mouth. “I want it, I want it so bad.”
“Baby,” he panted out as he continued to lick, suck, and kiss every last part of me he could reach. I hadn’t been on the receiving end of passion like this in years. It was a heady and intoxicating thing that had me soaring higher and higher on a current of pleasure so good I was left shaking and crying out his name when I climaxed.
The pleasure that rocked me was blinding, and for a moment I forgot that I was in the coat room of a tapas bar, and my date was paying the check while I was being treated to a ravaging via cunnilingus. In that moment it was just Grant and me, our bodies pressed close together, my hands still twisted up in his hair, his hands holding me up, face pressed against my thigh as he gasped and whispered my name in the quiet stillness of the room.
It was beautiful and perfect despite all the reasons we shouldn’t have done it. I still thought so when a knock at the door brought us back to reality. We locked eyes, the weight of what we had just done crashing down around us.
“We’re closed,” Grant yelled when another knock at the door came. The person grumbled something unintelligible before stomping away.
I slid my leg off his shoulder and let out a shaky laugh. “We’re closed?”
He shrugged, sitting back on his heels, watching me from where he knelt. “Seemed like the most logical thing at the time.” He reached forward and slipped my underwear back where it belonged.
“Thanks,” I whispered, smoothing down my skirt.
Grant stood, and I had to step back so that we didn’t bump into one another. His hands settled on my waist and he grinned at me. “How’s that for a first kiss?”
I shook my head but couldn’t help the smile playing on my lips. “It was...good.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just good?”
“Fantastic. Phenomenal.” I put my hands on his chest and leaned into him. “Is that better?”
“Just more accurate.” He kissed my cheek and then reached out a hand, grabbing the leather jacket I had been searching for.
“How’d you…?” I threw my hands out in confusion. I’d been a frenzied mess looking for my jacket, but somehow he knew where it was.
“Things are easier to find when you aren’t chanting ‘find it and run,’” he told me, holding the jacket out for me to slip my arms into.
I winced. “You heard that?”
“About me and the entire restaurant,” he said, laughing.
I blanched, my eyes going to the door. “Theentire...restaurant.”
He nodded, slipping his hand into mine. “Yep.”
“You don’t think they know what we were just—I mean, what we—you did to me in here,” I breathed, digging my heels in when he began to march us toward the door
