Page 97 of Grit
“Then what I want you to do is take off your shirt. Do what I say. Don’t argue. Don’t think. Just take it off.”
Without another word, she rolled away from him and pulled it up and over her head.
Thank fuck.
“Toss it on the ground. Leave your bra on.”
She tossed it.
“Now your pants.”
She unzipped her pants and shimmied them down her legs with Cary’s help. He took his time after he’d thrown her clothes on the ground, stroking slow hands over her bare legs, teasing the sensitive skin around her thighs and the curve of her ass.
“I’m going to take your panties off.”
Goose bumps rose all over her body, and she released a deep breath. He could see her shoulders relax. Her abdomen went soft. The lines on her forehead smoothed out as she stopped thinking about what she was supposed to do and simply did what he asked.
Cary slid her panties down her legs and smoothed his hand up the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs as he lifted one so he could roll between them.
He kissed up her legs, going higher and higher. He slid his arms under her knees and pushed them up, opening her body to his gaze.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“You too.” She breathed out. “Sorry. Little bit nervous. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, me too.” He kissed her once. Twice. “Let’s see if we can figure out what goes where, huh?”
Her nervous laugh turned into a moan. Then she was panting, gripping his hair as he went down on her. He hummed in satisfaction, which just made her grip harder.
“Cary, Cary, Cary…”
She didn’t say anything intelligible, just his name, and when she came, she didn’t say anything at all.
He stood while she was still breathing hard. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, making her glow in the low light from the bedside table. She watched him silently as he took off his shirt. His pants. He stripped down to his skin before he joined her back in bed, lying next to her, skin to skin.
“Hey.” He traced a finger around her lips.
“Hey.” She slid her fingers into his hair. “Have I mentioned I love your hair?”
“Yes.” He spread hers across the pillow, a golden-brown waterfall on his ice-white sheets. “I love yours too. You never wear it down.”
“It’s long. Usually a braid is easier when I’m working.”
“Keep it down when we’re in bed.”
“Okay.” Her cheeks turned pink again. So did her breasts. Cary put his head down and tasted each one.
“Cary.” She was squirming underneath him.
“Stay still.”
Melissa fell motionless, and he felt the tension drain out of her again. He lifted her upper body to his mouth and tasted every inch of it. Her neck. Her breasts. Her belly. He was hard as a rock, but he didn’t want to miss an inch.
“Do you have condoms?” she whispered.
He came up to kiss her mouth and laid her back on the pillows. “Yes.”
She smiled. “Good.”
