Page 72 of Resting Grump Face
It’s not a forceful kiss, not the longing, I-can’t-wait-another-second-to-finally-ravish-you kiss. It’s careful and gentle and calming.
Our bodies aren’t even touching, except for his hands that are embracing my face, and my hands that are clawing into his arms. And now our lips. He’s even softer than I remember.
Time seems to slow down, creating a bubble of intimacy around us as the outside world fades away. My senses awaken to the intoxicating taste and scent of Ryker Please Never Stop Grayson. His body leans into mine, mine into his, seeking safety and comfort, and ultimately finding something even more profound.
Carefully, his tongue searches for mine, and, once they meet, my burning anxiety is swept away by a warmth that I’ve never felt before, one that’s so fulfilling, the anticipation of it eventually fading already hurts.
He pulls me in. One hand in my neck, the other on the small of my back. He leans over, making me acutely aware of how tinyI feel at this moment. I feel protected. Like nothing could ever happen to me.
His stubble tickles my cheeks and causes me to giggle.
“That bad, huh?” Ryker asks with a smirk on his face.
The ground underneath us shakes gently, making me realize we had been moving once again.
“Terrible,” I lean into his arms to kiss him once more, “but it’s alright. I’ll allow it.”
Both his hands dig into my ass, lift me up and press me against the wall. I can feel his cock. I love how hard he is for me, because of me.
The elevator door opens and Ryker carries me out, then pushes me up against the wall in the empty lobby and kisses my neck. The sensation of his soft lips, his rough stubble and his maddening scent make me moan louder than I probably should in public.
He stops for a second and stares into my eyes, still pinning me against the wall with his heavy body. “Your bathroom or mine?”
I chuckle. “Both. Both sound good.”
“Your place first then, it’s closer.”
With our hands interlocked, we rush to his car and have Miles take us to Haven. When he drops us off, Ryker tells him to take the rest of the night off. I add that he can take the next two days off as well and then race My Mr. Grayson to the apartment.
The door closes with a loud thud behind us and I find myself once again staring into his dark eyes. The mood shifts instantly. We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves during the car ride here, but now that raw sexual energy has shifted to something more profound, something more deliberate. This isn’t just our bodies doing what they can’t help doing like when we first met, this is us deciding to be here, to do this.
Ryker is the first to close the gap between us. Using two fingers, he moves a strand of hair from my face and tugs it behind my ear. “I love your wild sex curls.”
“Thanks,” I gasp with anticipation. “I usually just call it my hair.”
He grins, his face moving toward mine until the tips of our noses are touching. “And I love that adorable button nose of yours.”
My cheeks burn up at his words. “I fell on it really hard when I was like 12. Pretty sure it stopped growing afterwards.”
“It’s perfect.” He gives me a nose kiss and lets his forehead touch mine. We breathe each other in as we slowly begin undressing. I take my time to open each button on his shirt individually, slowly revealing his heaving chest. He showers me in kisses while caressing my body, before unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. When he sees me in nothing but my lingerie, a low rumble travels from his exposed chest to mine. It’s like my body picks up his frequency and matches it, ready to become one. We step out of our shoes, Ryker picks me up, then gently places me in the center of my bed.
“I don’t usually do this,” he says and spreads my legs apart to make room for himself.
“Do what?”
“Fuck the same person twice.”
“We’re not fucking,” I say and follow up by wrapping my legs around his hips to get him closer to me.
He leans down and grunts as his cock twitches inside his pants and against me. “We really aren’t, are we?”
I shake my head and kiss him once more. “No. If that scares you, we can still stop.”
“Nothing about you scares me,” he whispers into my ear and gently nibbles on it, which sends shivers all the way to my toes.
A moan escapes my lips. “How dare you insult me to my face while kissing me like this?” I unbuckle his belt and use my legs to pull down his pants. “You could at least pretend to be a little scared.”
Ryker’s mouth smirks as it slowly travels down my neck. He stops at my collarbone, making my eyes roll back in my head. As his teeth graze my neck, he opens my bra, pulls it off and mumbles how he loves the way I feel to his touch. His trail of kisses moves further down to my tits, and I get the sudden urge to smother him. I don’t know why, but I crave to pull him against me tightly. As tight as possible. So I do.
