Page 11 of Our Unexpected Beginning
She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth until he groaned. She released it with a pop, trailing kisses down his jaw.
Her tongue ran across his Adam’s apple, the taste of salt and sweat bright on her tongue. Julia playfully pressed her teeth into his neck. Her bite was sharp, not enough to break the skin but enough to mark.
Graham hissed and his hands tightened on her hips. She felt the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans against her belly. He ground himself against her, and his moan in her ear caused her pussy to weep with need.
“Graham,” she breathed.
“The table is sturdy enough to bend you over.” His tone was teasing, inching them apart.
Julia looked up at him with wide eyes. “I’m not saying I’m not down for a good time…”
“I tend to agree with you.” He fixed her hair and kissed her forehead. “Have any ideas, kitten?”
“Well, seeing as the guy behind the counter got an eyeful up my skirt because of your gorilla hands. So maybe give me a ride to my house?”
“Julia Sinclair, are you inviting me to your place?” His gaze turned dark. “Aren’t you a forward one?”
“Your mind is the one in the gutter.”
Graham nipped her bottom lip. “If Chuck weren’t at the counter my fingers would be in your pussy.” He kissed the gasp from her mouth. “Get in the truck.”
*
They barely made it through the door to her apartment before Graham pulled at her jacket, his mouth hot against her shoulder. Both of them were desperate to touch the other.
“Wait, wa-oh-wait!” Julia struggled away from him. “If I ruin Mia’s dress before I start it, I’ll be chopped liver!” She had made him stop at her car when they left the garage. There was no telling how long she’d be without the car and couldn’t risk leaving Mia’s wedding dress behind.
Julia picked up the garment bag and brought it down to the hall closet. She ignored the scattered pile of sewing items that covered the walk-in closet floor.
She pushed past the theater costumes and retired cosplay pieces to hang the dress on the back wall. It hungnext to the fabric that Lexi had changed her mind after it was ordered. There were two previous discards and another wedding dress hanging next to Mia’s that Julia had been commissioned to create.
Julia shut the light and pushed the door closed, hiding the mess before Graham could see and judge like everyone else–except Melody of course.
She tossed her jacket over the back of the couch and turned to Graham. It was her turn to give him a wolfish grin while she pulled the first few buttons of her dress.
“Not to sound crude…” She was locked in his hungry gaze.
Julia continued to pull the buttons.
“Fuck, babe. You have got the most beautiful body. I could get lost exploring.”
Julia smiled as she pulled the clip from her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. The compliment was flattering and not something she was used to. Coming from Graham, it made her belly flutter.
She let her hands run down her neck and over the sides of her breasts. “That’s not crude.”
It was endearing to her when his cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink. He leaned against the door as his hands grabbed her sides and pulled her into him. It snicked shut with the force of their union.
“Fine,” he grunted, his hands coming up to cup her half-exposed breasts. “I could die a happy man if I spent the rest of my life worshipping these tits of yours.”Graham’s grip tightened, his thumbs teasing beneath the edge of her bra.
“Oh.”
His brown eyes darkened and in one quick motion, he wrenched the fabric down, freeing her breasts. They spilled into his hands and he roughly pressed them together. He bent down and licked the slope of her neck.
“Warm, soft, and so responsive.” Graham mused. “Big enough to display my handprints when I parade you through the club.”
She gasped as his calloused fingers pinched her nipples in unison. The pressure tightened until she rocked onto her toes.
“Well, I’m not a girl to complain.” Julia lifted her foot and pulled the zipper, letting her boot drop to the floor. She did the same with the other foot.
