Page 105 of Fish out of Water
My stomach clenched at the desperation in his voice. The edginess of his words.
I waited until his lids lifted, eyes looking right into mine. “You’re the only one, Grant Servantes.”
It was like I flipped a switch. The man in front of me changed in the blink of an eye.
All hesitation was gone.
All caution cast away.
He fell against me, the weight of his body pressing mine down to the velvety soft plush of the sofa. The bottom of my dress parted at the slit, falling open to free my legs so they could tangle with his.
I ran my hands through his hair. “I love your hair loose like this.”
“I’ll wear it however you want.”
I gripped his dark waves, using them as leverage to lift his head. “Don’t you dare do anything because it’s what I want, Grant Servantes.” I glanced down at the flamingo pants he still wore. “Is that why you bought those? Because I liked them?”
“You liked these?”
“No.” I lied, but it was short-lived. “Yes. But what I think is completely irrelevant.”
Grant relaxed against me, fighting the hold I still had on his hair. “What if we trade?” His hand slid up my side, easing over my rib cage. “I wear my hair loose and you wear this dress whenever I want.” His palm curved around my breast, thumb and finger going to pinch the nipple through the gather of fabric banded between us.
“I want you to do what you want, Grant. Not what I want.”
His thumb hooked under the center of the dress, dragging it to one side to expose the breast under his hand. “I don’t give a shit about my hair, Jules.” His head dipped, lips locking around my nipple in a move that threatened to steal my focus.
Did for a second.
“Neither do I.”
“You just said you liked it this way.” His lips didn’t move from my body.
“I do.” I arched toward him. “But I like it slicked over too.”
Honestly I just liked Grant however I could get him.
And maybe he needed to hear that.
I grabbed his face, dragging it up to mine. “You can shave it off for all I care.” My fingers pressed into his cheek as I held him in place. “I just like you.”
A low sound rumbled through his chest as he rocked against me, the rigid line of his dick raking against the fabric of the panties I wore. “I might get Vito a thank you card for bringing me to you.”
“Are we always going to talk about old people when we have sex?”
“Only if you want me to last more than thirty seconds.”
I traced my fingers down his neck. “I guess that depends on what you can accomplish in thirty seconds.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
“It did, didn’t it?” The width of his chest was covered with dark hair that I hadn’t really had much of a chance to explore.
I actually hadn’t gotten to explore much of Grant and that suddenly seemed very unfair.
To both of us.
I dragged one fingertip across a flat nipple. It pulled tight as Grant sucked in a breath and it made me a little bolder.
