Wait For Me

by K. L. Grayson

  “You. I just want to be closer to you.” She reaches for the back of my shirt and pulls it up and off in one fluid motion, losing the blanket from her shoulders in the process. Her eyes light up at the sight of my bare chest, and if that doesn’t make a man feel damn good, I don’t know what would.

  Her fingers skim down my stomach, and I wonder if she notices my muscles trembling beneath her touch. It’s been years since a woman has seen me with my shirt off, let alone touched me, and I’d almost forgotten how good it feels.

  The rush of excitement is heady and powerful, and she gasps when I grip her jaw, tilt her head back, and brand her lips with mine. Nora’s taste invades my mouth, sweet and warm and familiar in a way I can’t explain.

  My tongue touches, teases, and tempts her to fall farther into my embrace, and when I feel her knees go weak, I snake an arm around her waist and haul her in close. She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around my waist. When my cock hits the warmth between her thighs, she sucks in a breath.

  Her lips trail across my jaw to my ear where she nips the lobe and whispers, “Take me to your room.”

  This woman is a seductress, plain and simple. No man has enough will power to tell her no, myself included.

  I carry her down the hall and into my bedroom. It’s dark, and the only sound is our breathing and the rain as it smacks the side of the house. With her still in my arms, I kick off my shoes and step toward the bed. And my foot lands on a stray Lego.

  “Shit,” I hiss, stumbling forward as my eyes water. “Stupid Legos.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I lie, cursing the kids up one side and down the other in my head for leaving the little devil toys lying around.

  Tomorrow morning, the first thing I’m going to do is get rid of every single Lego we own. Even those expensive Harry Potter ones I bought Jack for Christmas last year.

  Gone. Every last one of them will be gone.

  “Lock the doors and pick up Legos,” Nora murmurs to herself.

  I lower her to the ground. “Huh?”

  “Oh, uh, I’m making a mental list.”

  “What kind of list?”

  She bites her lip and grins up at me. “A how-to-date-a-single-dad list. First on the list: always lock the door. Second is pick up Legos before sexy times.”

  “I like this list. Can I add something to it?”

  “By all means.”

  “Don’t waste a second of alone time.”

  “Well, then—”

  I cut her words off with a swift, heated kiss. She’s as desperate for me as I am her. It’s evident in the way she claws at my neck and back, trying to get as close to me as she possibly can.

  I urge her onto the bed. Her breathing is unsteady, as erratic as my beating heart. Nora sits up, lifts her shirt over her head and flings it to the floor. I lower myself into her waiting arms, pausing only to look into the depths of her soulful eyes. The lust I feel shines back at me, strong and bright.

  Propping an elbow by her head, I lower my body to hers. Nora wraps her arms around my neck. She arches against me as my lips trail down the length of her neck.

  “Is this where you want me?” I breathe against her heated skin.

  Nora presses her lips together before sucking the bottom one between her teeth. Her eyes dance between mine, and I pull back.

  “Sweetheart, there’s nothing I would love more than to keep touching you, but you look nervous. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

  When she shakes her head, her dark hair fans across the pillow. “It’s not that. I’m not nervous, I’m excited—and okay, maybe I’m a little nervous, but it’s because I don’t want to mess anything up.”

  “You could never mess this up. Have you forgotten I haven’t been with a woman, let alone touched one, in years?”

  “Well, you’re doing a stellar job of touching me.” Nora grabs my hand and places it over her heart. “Do you feel that? You’ve got me so worked up I can hardly breathe.”

  I don’t how to reply to her with words, so I cup her cheek and close what little distance is between us. I roll us over until she’s straddling me. This way she can control the pace.

  “You make the calls, sweetheart. You’re in complete control.”

  Nora’s lips part as she reaches for my hands and brings them to her chest. I skim my fingers along the cups of her bra and then pull the silky material down. Her breasts fall heavy into my waiting hands.

  She moans, urging me on, and I pull her forward until her breasts dangle in front of my face. I blow across her taut nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers as I tug the bud gently between my teeth.

  My hands roam everywhere I can get them—down her back, over her shoulders, and along her belly, causing her entire body to shudder.

  I release her breast. “Okay?”

  Please be okay, because I don’t want to stop.

  21

  Nora

  Am I okay? Is he serious? I’m so okay. Better than okay. I’m on freaking cloud nine. I thought Grayson’s hands felt good on my body, but that was nothing compared to his mouth.

  I push my hips into his, arch my back, and roll my body against his just to show him how okay I am. There’s an ache between my legs. That’s where I need him.

  I roll my hips a second time. Grayson groans, grips my hips, and stalls my movements.

  “I need more,” I breathe.

  “I’ll give it to you, but if you keep doing that, this’ll be over before it starts.”

  I giggle, and he flips us around once again. I’m pinned beneath him, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be. He’s so big and strong, and the weight of his body on mine is intoxicating.

  A rush of confidence has me grabbing his hand. I guide it between my legs, pushing his fingers against me as I raise my hips. I want his mouth back on me, but more than that, I need him to touch me where I ache the most.

  Grayson lowers his head and latches onto my breast as his fingers work the button and zipper on my shorts. His hand slips inside. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as his fingers slide over my panties. He toys with the edges but doesn’t dip underneath.

  “Are you teasing me?” I pant, anxious for more.

  “Never. Lift your hips.”

  I lift my hips so he can pull my shorts off. My heart slams against my ribcage, and for a split second I wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin.

  But I don’t even know if this is heading in that direction. It sure as heck feels like it, and I already know I wouldn’t tell him no. Grayson is different. The way I feel around him is different than any man has ever made me feel: happy, confident, safe.

  My legs fall open, allowing him to sink between them. Grayson takes my mouth with his, and pushes his tongue deep with long strokes against mine.

  I dig my fingers into his back to hold him to me, although I don’t think he’s going anywhere if I let him go.

  My lips follow his when he pulls back and rolls to the side of me. Well, that’s not what I want, but ohhhh, this is. Grayson’s hand skims down my stomach and beneath the waistband of my panties until his fingers meet my damp skin.

  The sound he makes, a low growl from the center of his chest, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I want to hear it again.

  “Please,” I beg, squirming beside him.

  “Slow down, baby.”

  Finally, finally, he drags a finger through my wetness, caressing the sensitive folds. In one swift motion he pushes a finger inside of me and all coherent thought flies out of my head.

  Grayson plays my body like he’s been touching it for years, stroking and rubbing in all the right places. Every nerve inside me lights up, causing sparks of energy to shoot through my veins.

  There are too many sensations, too many feelings and emotions rushing through me. I can’t even think straight; my body is wound too tight. I turn my head to look at him, but Grayson’s e
yes are locked where his fingers are sliding in and out of me.

  “How does that feel, baby?”

  “So good.”

  Grayson looks at me with hooded eyes. His lips are parted, and it’s exhilarating knowing he’s getting turned on just from playing with me. I haven’t even touched him yet.

  “Do you want more?”

  I lick my lips and nod.

  Grayson pulls his finger out, slides the wetness through my folds and pushes two fingers back in. My body stretches, trying to accommodate his thick fingers.

  “So tight,” he growls.

  Shifting his hand to the side, Grayson pushes his fingers deeper than he did the other night. When he curls and twists them, there’s a pinch of pain that causes me to gasp.

  Grayson stops and pulls back to look at me. “Did that hurt?”

  “No.” I wiggle my hips to keep him moving. “Just…it just…oh God, it feels so good.”

  I tilt my head, and his lips meet mine. Our tongues dance as he winds my body tighter and tighter. In a special kind of rhythm, he strokes inside of me and then pulls back and plays with my sensitive clit—over and over until tears prick my eyes, not because it hurts, but because what I feel for him in such a short amount of time is overwhelming.

  My body climbs higher and higher, a knot forming in the base of my stomach. That knot grows and aches before exploding into millions of little pieces that race down my legs.

  I’ve had orgasms before, but nothing like this—never like this. My body quivers and shakes all the way down to my toes. My pussy pulses around his fingers as he draws the pleasure out as long as he can. When I go lax against the bed, Grayson presses a kiss to my cheek and then my nose.

  “I’ll never get tired of watching you come.”

  “I’ll never get tired of you making me come.”

  I close my eyes and wince as Grayson slowly pulls his fingers from my body. The pressure is gone, my body empty, but there’s a delicious ache where he was.

  “Nora?”

  “Hmm…” I drag my eyes open and follow his gaze to his hand, which he’s holding up in front of us.

  His fingers are soaked from my orgasm, and there’s a tinge of blood smeared across his knuckle.

  Crap. I should’ve told him.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I tuck my breasts into my bra. It’s bad enough that we’re having this conversation. I sure as heck can’t do it with the girls hanging out.

  “I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you. I wanted to tell you,” I ramble. “But it’s just not something you go around announcing, you know? And—”

  “Nora.” Grayson wipes his fingers on his jeans and shakes his head.

  I can’t determine if he’s in shock or pissed.

  “You should’ve told me. I could’ve hurt you. And the other night…Christ, Nora, I could’ve hurt you.”

  “I—I liked everything you did both nights.”

  He lets out a low curse. “That was the point, but baby, I wasn’t easy on you tonight.”

  He’s still calling me baby. That has to be a good sign, right?

  Grayson flings his legs over the side of the bed and sits up.

  Tears prick my eyes, a familiar burn crawling up my throat as I stare at his bare back.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  He turns toward me, his eyes wide. “What? No.”

  I sigh. In my relief, a tear slips out. Grayson crawls across the bed and wipes it from my cheek.

  “I’m mad at myself, but not you, Nora. Never you.”

  “Why are you mad at yourself? You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

  “Maybe not, but I was about to take something from you.”

  “Nothing I wasn’t willing to give. I wanted that, Grayson. Stop acting like you deflowered me. I’m still a virgin—although not for long, I hope.”

  “I’m still trying to wrap my head around this,” he says.

  “I’ve messed around before.”

  “I really don’t want to know about other men who’ve touched you.”

  I smile at that. “There have only been three, including you, and you’re the only one who’s been inside of me.”

  Grayson rolls on top of me. “Now what do I do with you?”

  I lift my hips. “I can think of a few things.”

  “Were you saving yourself for marriage?”

  “No,” I answer honestly. “I’m saving myself for someone who makes me feel special. Someone I can trust and be myself around.”

  “You deserve to give it to someone who can give you the world.”

  “I don’t want the world. I just want you.”

  “I want you too. I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that I’ll be permanently engrained in your body.”

  I like the sound of that. I wiggle my hips to show him just how much, but Grayson pushes me against the bed, stopping the movement.

  “I’m not taking your virginity.”

  “I know you’re not; I’m giving it to you.”

  He pauses. Oh no. What if he doesn’t want it. What if—

  “Wipe that look off your face right now.” He kisses me. “Trust me, I want you so damn bad, but Nora—”

  “You want me, and I want you. I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m a big girl of sound mind, and I know what I want.”

  “It is a big deal. It’s a huge deal. You’ve held on to it this long for a reason, and I want you to be sure.”

  “I am sure,” I stress.

  Grayson stares at me intently. I feel stripped bare and vulnerable, trying to convince him that I choose him. I want him.

  “I believe that you think that,” he says, stroking a finger down my cheek. “This is new and exciting, and I think we should take things slow. It’s important to me that you’re not making a rash decision in the heat of the moment.”

  How do I argue with that? He’s a true gentleman and is only looking out for what’s best for me.

  “So, you’re not saying no?”

  “Sweetheart, I’d be stupid to say no. You’re so goddamn perfect you make my body ache. Has anyone kissed you down here?” he asks, cupping my mound.

  I shake my head. “Never.”

  Dropping his head to my shoulder, he groans.

  “Grayson?”

  He kisses my shoulder and then my collarbone. “Hmm…”

  “Does taking it slow mean I can still touch you?”

  Before he can answer, I slide my hand between us and stroke his erection. He hisses, and I do it again.

  “Nora.”

  I pull at the waistband of his pants. “These need to go.”

  He curls an arm around my waist and rolls us until I’m on top of him.

  “Then take them off of me.”

  I’ve had my mouth on a man before, but I’ve never wanted to do it the way I do with Grayson. He’s large behind the fabric of his pants, much larger than anyone else I’ve touched, and my body clenches in response.

  I pop the button, pull his zipper down, and tug his pants over his hips. Grayson lifts his lower body, giving me room to pull his pants down. I leave them around his knees rather than taking them all the way off.

  I lower my head and lick the underside of his cock.

  Grayson’s hips jut up off the bed.

  I gaze up at him from between his legs and smile.

  This is going to be fun.

  22

  Grayson

  This is going to be pure torture.

  What the hell was I thinking? My heart hammers inside my chest, need pulsing through my veins as my cock grows larger, ready to be inside of her.

  Her lips part, her heavy eyes blink twice, and then my beautiful girl draws me into her hot, wet mouth and I nearly lose my shit.

  Oh, fuck me.

  “Is that okay?”

  I’m a goner. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

  Her delicious mouth tilts into a grin around the head of my cock, and my heart
skips a beat. This girl does things to me. Things I can’t describe, let alone control.

  I can’t look anywhere but at her as she takes me fully into her mouth. She pulls back, licks her lips, and dives in for another taste. I drop my head on the bed and groan, because if I keep watching her, I’ll embarrass myself. I’m already hanging by a thread, and the sight of her pink lips and delicate hand working my cock is almost too much.

  She licks and sucks, taking me deeper with each pass until I hit the back of her throat. I push my fingers into her hair and hold her head down, forcing her to keep me there while I try to regain some form of composure, but the little minx makes it hard when she swallows, pulling the head of my cock even deeper.

  I nearly swallow my tongue.

  I don’t want to know where she learned to do that.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, clenching my fingers in her hair.

  She does it again.

  Pushing her tongue against the base of my cock, she sucks and slowly releases me.

  “Did you like that?”

  I open one eye and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glossed over, and she blinks innocently.

  I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s a virgin.

  A virgin.

  And she wants to give it up to me.

  She was tight around my fingers; she’ll be even tighter around my cock. Knowing that I’ll be the first one to bury myself in her body is unfathomable.

  You’re doing the right thing, I remind myself. Slow and steady, that’s how we’ll take this.

  “Fucking loved it.”

  I fist my cock, stroke from base to tip, and feed it back into her mouth. Cupping my balls, she rolls them around in her hand with a sexy little sound of appreciation.

  Watching her pink lips slide down my shaft while she looks at me is singlehandedly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never forget the way she looks right now.

  Nora dips her head to take me deeper. She licks and sucks until my abs tighten, along with my thigh muscles.

  I brush a hand along her cheek, pushing her hair out of her face so I can watch myself sliding in and out of her mouth. She runs her tongue up the giant vein along the base of my cock, and when she gets to the head, she sucks hard, dips her tongue into the slit, and I lose it.