Page 18 of Beauty and the Grump

He rolled up the bag and headed into the kitchen. “I got three. I ate mine on the way over, and the other one is for us to share later.”

I hummed and enjoyed the chocolatey goodness.

“Stevie.” Claus’ tone was low and rumbled through me. He was standing in front of me, and his eyes were filled with lust. “What did I tell you about moaning like that?”

I finished the last bite and licked the frosting off my fingertips. “Not to do it unless I wanted to take things to the next level.”

It had been five days since Claus had kissed me, and every day since then we had spent together rediscovering who we were. And also discovering each other’s bodies.

I was ready for the next level.

“So knock it off,” Claus growled.

I shook my head. “Nope, sorry. The only thing that is going to get off is you and me.” I jumped up from the couch and launched myself into Claus’ arms. “I’m not into waiting anymore, Claus. I want you, and I don’t care what you say.”

He grunted and wrapped his arms around me to keep me from crashing to the floor. “It’s not that I don’t want you, sweets, I just want you to be sure that this is what you want. I’m already addicted to your taste, and I know once I get all of you, I’m not going to be able to let you go.”

I trailed a finger over his lips and smiled. “Then take me, Claus, because I plan never to let you go either.”

Claus’ mouth assaulted mine, and all I could do was give in and hope he never stopped. I had never been kissed with such passion or need before. His tongue swept into my mouth, caressing and tasting as he took everything I had to give. Both of his hands were tangled in my hair, and I moaned low as I pressed my body flush against him and held on as I tried to feel everything at once.

“Tell me you don’t want this, sweets. Tell me to fucking leave you alone,” he growled against my lips. “You’re too good for me.”

Wrong, wrong, and wrong.

Claus was everything I wanted, needed, desired.

I panted as I leaned back and looked into his dark brown eyes that were pools of desire. A desire that Claus felt for me. “No,” I whispered. That was the last thing I wanted right now. Claus was the only thing I could think of. I knew deep down that this was going to be so much more than anything either of us knew.

“I waited so long for this, baby. I plan to take my time with you tonight and taste every inch of you.” He leaned down, his lips next to my ear, and a tremor rocked my body. “You deserve so much more than you’ve ever had, sweets. So much more,” he mumbled. “And I’m going to be the man to give it to you.”

Claus cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my lip. “I’m not good enough for you, but I don’t care anymore. I’m going to make you mine and treat you like a fucking queen until the day I die.”

His lips descended on mine, firm and unyielding. His hands slid down my body, winding around my back, and he grabbed my butt. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’m not waiting any fucking longer,” he growled against my lips. My arms circled his neck, and he moved up the steps, his lips never leaving mine as he stalked down the hallway and into my bedroom.

“Aren’t you going to turn on the lights?” I asked as I ripped my lips from his and looked around the dark room.

Claus chuckled low and flipped on the lights. “They’re on, sweets. I want to see every inch of you.”

He tossed me on the bed, and I pulled my shirt over my head. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor. “I’m ready.”

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Claus

Her lush, round, perfect tits were on display, and all I could do was stare. “You’re fucking killing me, sweets,” I croaked. Her hands went to the zipper of her jeans, and I stopped breathing as she slowly pulled the zipper down.

She shimmied out of the pants and kicked them onto the floor.

I stepped to the bed and reached out to wrap my arms around her and pulled her flush against my body. “Hmm, I think you have too many clothes on, Claus,” she hummed.

“I guess you’re going to have to help me get out of them.”

Her fingers went to the hem of my shirt in the back, and she worked the shirt over my head, flinging it over my shoulder. Her lips were a breath away from mine, and I couldn’t resist her any longer. I threaded my fingers through her hair and slammed my lips down on her mouth.

She whimpered and wrapped her arms around me, her body melting into mine as I ravaged her mouth. I grabbed the waistband of her underwear and slowly worked them down her legs. I tore my lips from hers and kneeled on the bed in front of her as she kicked off her underwear.

She fell back on the bed, and I kneeled between her spread legs.

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