Page 51 of Until I Found You
“Lace,” he mutters, as he bites down against the curve of my neck to stifle his moan. He doesn’t do it hard, but feeling his moan vibrate against my skin has me pressing my ass against him wanting to drive him wilder.
His hand, however, doesn’t stop its exploration. Pushing the button through, he lowers the zipper of my pants and with little effort, the denim falls to the floor at my feet.
“Mm,” he hums his appreciation, as he stares hungrily at me in the window.
“Graham,” I say, my words coming out breathy with each heavy rise and fall of my chest.
“Yes, baby,” he says, trailing kisses down my neck to where the strap of my tank top sits. He uses his free hand to pull the strap down, giving him better access to my skin as he continues his path.
He stops, grabbing the hem of my shirt as he pulls the material over my head. When he sees the lace of my strapless bra, I know this is it.
“Dear God,” he mutters, as he drops to his knees behind me. He kisses, licks, and nips the skin from the back of my knee up my thigh to the curve of my ass.
My hand reaches blindly behind me, grabbing his hair, holding him to me. He growls back, loving my nails against his scalp, as he gently bites my backside.
His hands grab my hips, turning me to face him as he presses his forehead against my stomach just before he continues the same path he had made before from my knee, up my inner thigh, stopping as he presses his lips against my lace covered pussy.
His warm breath over my heated skin is nearly my undoing. My fingers grab his hair roughly, holding him closer to me. His tongue darts out, wetting the material and I feel his body shake against me.
We’re both sitting on the edge, need consuming every inch of our bodies, but we hold back not wanting to give into it just yet.
Graham tilts his head back. Seeing his eyes bright, glossed over with how turned on he is makes me want to beg him to keep going.
“Stay with me,” he says. My brows furrow in confusion. Of all the things I expected for him to say in this moment, that isn’t the one I thought I’d hear.
“You mean tonight?” I say, confused for a second if I understood him correctly.
“Yes, tonight. Or this weekend, why not keep these good times going?” He winks. I want to laugh at his smirk, as my fingers dig into his hair again.
“Can’t we talk about this after?”
“Oh, so you want me to keep going?”
My eyes bug out of my head at the audacity of him. He’s playing it cool, like he’s oblivious to the way my body is practically shaking with need.
He sits back on his haunches. He’s waiting for me to scold him, beg him, anything to stop this conversation and go back to the sweet torture he was inflicting upon me just a few moments ago.
“I’m hungry,” he says, clapping his hands together as he looks back up at me. “How about you? Are you hungry?”
Then he winks at me again. The mother fucker has the audacity to wink at me when I want nothing more than to grab him by his hair and put his mouth back on me, making him shut up.
“Graham,” I say, grinding my teeth.
He’s loving this, and I want to stomp my feet and command him to stop. He pushes to his feet, reaches for the chair at the head of the table, and takes a seat as he looks over at me. He reaches his hand out to me and I place mine in his, just before he yanks me closer to him.
His hands wrap around my waist as he moves me so I’m standing between his legs, positioning me between him and the edge of the table.
“Mm, yes. I’m very, very hungry.”
He looks up at me and my breath is caught in my throat at the hunger I see in his eyes. I realize then he’s not at all talking about serving me a three-course meal.
No, it’s the furthest thing from his mind and I want to yellhallelujah.
He picks me up and sets me on the edge of the table, as he commands me to lie back. This is a new side of Graham that I’ve never seen.
He’s always wanted to take care of me, pleasure me, but the edge of authority in his voice is so fucking hot. I want more of it, so I do as he says and lie back.
My heels are both positioned at the edge of the table. Peering down, I watch as Graham stands. He’s like a man on a mission, as he wraps his fingers around the lace of my underwear, whispering for me to lift as he pulls them over my hips and down my legs.
