Page 54 of Milkshakes and Mistletoe

“I don’t need that kind of romance. I need you.” She pushed her blouse off her shoulders and unhooked her bra.

Grady’s eyes widened when he looked at her bare breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah.”

He shoved his jeans and boxers down together and stepped out of them. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His cock stood proud, looking as eager to get to her as she was to feel it.

They both shed the rest of their clothes and then Grady was there, settling on top of her.

“I want you.” Hannah usually liked to keep conversation to a minimum in bed, but she liked telling Grady how she felt, what she wanted. Loved seeing the effect her words had on him.

He reached for the condom he’d set on the nightstand, and she watched him sit back on his heels and roll it on. “How?”

“Huh?”

“You said you want me. How do you want me?”

She held her arms up to him. “Plain vanilla for now.”

He lowered himself onto her, spreading her legs wider with his knees. “Any way you want me, I’m yours.”

Her heart clenched in her chest. She loved the idea of him being hers – of being his. But that wasn’t what he meant, and it wasn’t somewhere they needed to rush into yet. She pressed a kiss to his chest as he hovered over her. “I want you every way I can get you. But there’s something about this; straightforward, nothing unexpected…”

He smiled. “And yet, still incredibly pleasurable.”

She gasped out a “Yes,” as he entered her in one deep thrust.

He kept his weight on his forearms and rested his forehead against hers. With his cock buried deep inside her and his eyes looking deep into hers, she felt more deeply connected to him than she had to any man.

“I want to make love to you, Hannah. I always thought that expression was a euphemism. That people called it that to make fucking seem more socially acceptable.”

She wanted to laugh at the way he put it, but the look in his eyes was deadly serious.

“Now I get it. We don’t know each other that well yet, but I do believe this is how love is made.” He started to move inside her, and she moved with him, their bodies finding that rhythm that was so perfectly and uniquely theirs. It felt like she was made to move with him this way. He was what she hadn’t known she needed her whole life. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his, and as he drove her closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, she couldn’t help feeling as though they were creating a bond between them. Her heart clenched when his words echoed in her mind.This is how love is made.

She clung to him as he drove deeper and harder, the tension building low in her belly, until she felt him tense.

“Hannah!”

“Yes!”

His release triggered hers. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, which only intensified when he kissed her, his tongue mirroring the movement of his body as they carried each other higher and higher before slowly coming back down.

He rested his forehead against hers again and looked into her eyes. “I could fall hard for you.”

She nodded. She felt the same way.

“Any time you think it’s too much, you tell me, okay? I know I come with issues.”

She pecked his lips. “I wouldn’t call Ava an issue.”

“Yeah, but you know what I mean. You could do so much better than me.”

“No!” She tightened her arms around him. “I told you. I’ve been around the block. I’ve never met anyone who …” She made herself stop.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s good. We’re good. But technically this is only our second date. And maybe we need to do what you said – stop talking about what might be and just enjoy what is. See where it goes of its own accord, instead of trying to steer it somewhere.”

“Okay.” His smile was back. “Where I have to go right now is to the bathroom to get rid of this. But when I come back, how about we enjoy just snuggling. I want to fall asleep with you all wrapped up in my arms.”

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