Page 47 of Grit
She draped her arms over his shoulders and frowned a little. “Youaredistracting. I was waiting in the car the other day and all I could think about was you naked.” She glanced down. “Kind of like you are right now.”
He’d never been happier that he lifted weights. Granted, it was mostly because he was getting older and he wanted to keep mountain climbing, but impressing Melissa was a definite bonus.
“And when I think about kissing you…” She sank lower and let her lips hover over his. “Youaredistracting, but you’re nota distraction. Does that make sense?”
Well, when she put it like that…
“Yeah, that makes sense.” He put his hand on her nape and pulled her mouth to his. Cary wasted no time sliding his hand from her hip back to cup her ass.
The sound she made in her throat was both shock and pleasure. Cary left his hand there, massaging the round curve as he devoured her mouth. He put his arm around the small of her back and pulled her close.
Her breasts were against him, and she slid her arms around his neck. He slowed down, savoring her mouth, tasting her over and over. He didn’t want to go too far—it was the first time she’d initiated anything, and he wanted her to lead.
She rose to her knees and kicked one leg over his, pressing closer. When she brushed against his erection, Cary let out a hard grunt.
“Oh.” Her voice was breathless. “Hey.”
“Ignore him.” Cary squeezed her ass. “He has no sense of timing.”
“I didn’t plan—”
“I told you.” He shifted his hips. “Ignore him. Come here.”
He kissed her over and over, running his hands up and down her back until he felt her shiver. The stiffness in her back disappeared and she melted against him.
Thank fuck.
“I know you probably need to get home,” he whispered against her lips. “Just stay with me a few more minutes.”
“Okay.” Her eyes were closed and her lips swollen. She played with the thick hair at his nape. “I love your hair.”
“Good.” He liked his hair too, and he’d always worn it long. Some women didn’t like it, but there was nothing like the feel of a woman running her hands through it—like Melissa was doing—or gripping it when he went down on her.
Another time.
Cary lost track of time. Melissa tasted so good, and she was soft and hard at the same time. He loved the dip of her waist and the curve of her breasts. They were just enough for a handful. She liked it when he teased her nipples and squirmed when he licked her neck. Her legs were muscular. Her arms were lean. He really wanted to see her naked back.
He was in the middle of imagining possible sexual positions when Melissa pulled away.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It’s midnight.”
He frowned. “We’ve been making out for two hours?”
“Don’t be silly. We were fighting. Then I was crying. Then we were talking. Then we were making out.”
“Oh.” He kissed her again. “I’m glad we’re so efficient when we have time to see each other. We really get a lot done. A note for future meetings? You’re very fun to kiss.”
“You too, friend.”
“Friend?” He remembered.Friends who kiss.“Right. You’re very fun to kiss… friend.”
The corner of her mouth turned up and told him she knew he was full of shit.
“I need to go,” she said. “I have to get up early with Stu tomorrow. I should have been in bed two hours ago.”
He took a deep breath and felt his eyes drooping. “I’d love for you to just sleep here, but I also know that’s not going to happen.”
