Burning Love (Hearts on Fire #2)

by Heather Lyn

  This guy is going to be the death of me. Seriously.

  ***

  It’s finally Friday. This has been the longest week ever. I’m exhausted from not sleeping well at night, and I’m so anxious to see what this weekend brings for Grayson and me. While I needed the space and time for myself, I secretly wish I hadn’t needed it. I’ve missed him more than I thought possible. He’s meeting me at my apartment when I get home. I swear I end up spending the entire day just staring at the clock.

  At three o’clock, I’m heading home. I already packed a couple bags and I even bought a few new items for this weekend, having made a trip with Aubrey to this fancy lingerie shop in Nashville. I have my windows rolled down, and I’m singing along with the songs on the radio. For the first time in a long time, I feel content. I have no concerns. No worries. Sure, the whole thing with my mom is lingering in the back of my mind, but I’m not too worried about it.

  When I pull into the parking lot to my building, I look around, not seeing Grayson’s Camaro. Getting out of my car, I go to grab my bag when I hear my name being called. I turn around and there he is, standing in front of a shiny red Ford truck, a huge goofy smile on his face. I drop my bags and race to him, leaping into his arms and giggling like a school girl.

  He grabs me around the waist and kisses me, tangling his tongue with mine.

  “Miss me, baby?”

  “You have no idea,” I tell him, kissing him again and running my fingers through his hair.

  He gently places me back down on the ground.

  “Let’s go get your stuff.” He kisses the top of my head, then follows me to my car, grabbing my messenger bag as I pick my purse up off the ground. Wasting no time, we grab all my things and head back outside.

  “So where’s the Camaro?” I ask as he leads me to the truck.

  “Traded it in. I’ve been wanting to for a while now. I know we don’t get a lot of snow here, but when we do it’s always a nightmare. Plus, I wanted a truck. Do you like it?” He helps me into it and I can’t help but smile. I love this truck. And the idea of Grayson driving it completely turns me on. A second later, he’s climbing into the driver’s side and turns to look at me with a huge smile on his face, leaning over for a quick kiss.

  “Let’s roll. You’re mine this weekend.” He winks and, with a roar of the engine, pulls out of the parking lot. I swear I spend the entire drive home pressing my thighs together. I’m like a fucking cat in heat; I can’t control myself around this man. His hand is resting on my thigh, and with every brush of his fingers he’s setting me more and more on fire.

  I can see him watching me out of the corner of his eye, and I have to bite down on my lip when his fingers gently brush against where I need him most. Since I’m wearing a skirt, it doesn’t take him long to find what he’s looking for. Shamelessly, I open my legs a little bit more as he slips a finger under the edge of my panties. He never takes his eyes off the road as he slides another finger under. He groans when he finds how wet I am.

  “Fuck, baby. That’s so fucking hot.” He glides a finger through my wetness, tracing circles around my opening. I lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes as I let the pleasure wash over me. He slowly pushes a finger into me and I open my legs even more, crying out at how good it feels. As he pumps his finger in and out, he adds a second. Every time he glides them back out, he curls his fingers, hitting me in all the right places.

  I feel the truck speed up and I know he’s in a hurry to get us home. Through heavy eyelids, I can see the bulge in his jeans; he’s just as turned on as I am. Never removing his fingers, he continues the slow torture and I know it won’t be long before I reach the peak. I slowly circle my hips against his fingers, but he never changes the pace. I open my eyes when I feel the truck stop, realizing we’re in his driveway. Unbuckling his seat belt and then mine, he removes his fingers and pulls me on top of him.

  Straddling his lap, I lean down and kiss him, a messy kiss filled with clashing teeth and sharp nips. He shoves my skirt up and rips my panties from my waist. Cupping me with his hand, he starts thrusting his fingers in and out at a more brutal pace.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait until I get my cock inside you, making you mine. I can feel that pussy squeezing my fingers. You want to come, baby?” He attaches himself to my neck, sucking and licking. I’m frantically rocking my hips up and down, chasing my release as I grip his shoulders for support.

  “Grayson...please!” I’m lost to the pleasure, my legs starting to shake.

  “Your pussy is fucking dripping all over my hand. I can’t wait to taste you, baby. You feel so good. Come for me, baby. Come all over me. Squeeze my fingers, darlin’.”

  He twists his hand and rubs fast circles on my clit, never stopping the pumping of his fingers. Arching my back, my mouth opens on a silent scream and I convulse around his fingers. His groans tell me that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. He holds me tight but doesn’t stop rubbing my now-sensitive nub.

  “Grayson, it’s too much. I can’t—” I break off in a breathy moan, knowing he’s not gonna stop. He continues his motions and curls his fingers again, hitting that spot just right. Collapsing on top of him, I feel myself quickly building back up to another orgasm. He captures my mouth with his, sucking on the tip of my tongue. His other hand comes around my waist, pushing me up and down on his fingers. He’s breathing hard through his nose, chest moving up and down against mine as he starts twisting his fingers, drawing circles on that spot inside me. I can’t do anything but lie against his chest, helpless to the pleasure.

  “I need you to come again, Kennedy. I fucking need to feel it. I can’t fucking get enough of this pussy. And it’s mine. Fucking all mine. Give it to me, baby.”

  And with that I detonate again. This orgasm racks my body; my legs won’t stop shaking. I’m panting and crying out his name. I have never felt anything this good, and I can only imagine how much better it’s going to get. When he finally removes his fingers, he flattens my skirt back down and then looks at me from under hooded eyes, licking my release off his fingers.

  “That’s what this weekend is going to be filled with, Kennedy. Your body crying out for me. Begging me. And only when I’m good and ready will I make you mine. And then, when you finish coming all over my cock, I’m gonna turn you over and take you from behind until you come again. I’ll never get my fill of you.” He kisses me, cradling the back of my head with one hand while the other rubs up and down my sweaty back. After breaking the kiss, I climb off his lap and pick up my ripped panties from floorboard. I climb down from the truck and Grayson grabs my bags out of the bed. He comes around the side of the truck and leads me into his house, his hand on the small of my back the whole time.

  “So we have early dinner plans tonight. Why don’t you go take a shower and get changed? It should be ready in about an hour.” He kisses my cheek, then heads into his kitchen.

  With a huge smile on my face I walk into his bedroom, dropping my bags onto the bed. I grab my toiletry bag and bring it with me into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I start the shower and strip out of my clothes. Standing there in the steam, I replay what just happened in my mind. Never in my life have I been this way with somebody. Just six months ago I would have never allowed someone to do that to me. But Grayson barely touched me and I was ready to go off like a rocket. And he’s the same way with me. Always touching me, caressing my hair, kissing me. We just have such a connection, and I’m starting to think we always have.

  After finishing my shower, I quickly dry my hair. I’ve scrubbed my face of any makeup and head out to my bag to get changed. I had planned on changing into this before bed, but I want to jump-start this process. I want to be with Grayson, and I don’t want him to treat me like fine china. I grab my new nightgown that I bought with Aubrey. It’s pale blue and goes perfect with my complexion, with lace along the top and bottom and delicate spaghetti straps. It’s not too sheer, but shows off my cu
rves perfectly. I’m not too curvy, but I’ve always had a butt and reasonably sized breasts. I feel sexy in it. I don’t bother with a bra, and quickly rub my arms and legs down with some of my favorite lotion. Dropping the bottle onto the bed, I head out into the kitchen.

  I can smell something heavenly and my stomach growls. Grayson is standing at the stove stirring something, his back to me. I’m barefoot, so he doesn’t hear me pad into the kitchen. He has our favorite country radio station playing in the background.

  “Something sure smells good,” I say over the music.

  “I hope you’re hungry because it’s almost ready. I’m heating up some of my mom’s leftover beef stew and there’s bread warming in the oven.” Grayson turns to look at me and stops in his tracks. His eyes widen briefly, and then a smirk comes over his face.

  “Shit, Kennedy.”

  “What? You don’t like it? Crap. I can go change.” I can feel myself turning red and I’m instantly humiliated. I turn and hurry back towards the bedroom.

  “Kennedy, stop. That’s not what I meant,” he shouts.

  I rush to the bag, looking for the pair of yoga pants and a tank I packed. I’ve just started to pull them out when I feel his hands on my upper arms, spinning me around to face him. His lips are immediately on mine, his hands in my hair.

  “You don’t need to change. You look fucking beautiful, baby. I just wasn’t expecting that.” He kisses me again, holding me close to him. “I just wanted tonight to be perfect for you. This is a big deal, for you and for us. I don’t want to ruin it by saying something stupid.”

  “Grayson, I don’t need flowers and romance. I need you.”

  “Kennedy, you deserve that. You deserve to have your first time be perfect and special. You’re worth all of that.” He runs his knuckles down the side of my neck.

  “And you have no idea how much that means to me, but I won’t break. I need you to understand that. I’ve been taking care of myself for so long that having someone do it for me is still so new to me.”

  “I’m not gonna treat you like you’ll break, baby, but you deserve to be respected. And we’re gonna do tonight my way. I want to take care of you.” Placing a chaste kiss to my lips, he brushes my hair off my forehead. “Dinner is done. Let’s go eat so I can take you to bed.”

  Nodding, I follow him out to where he’s set the table. Candles are glowing and music is still playing softly. I don’t want to cry, so I blink back the tears threatening to fall. He’s taken such care to make sure that tonight is perfect, and I have never in my life felt so special.

  Grayson holds a chair out for me and I take a seat. He places a bowl filled with stew in front of me alongside another large serving bowl of French bread. He takes a seat next to me and grabs a piece of bread. I follow suit, taking a bite.

  The bread is warm and soft, and his mother’s beef stew? Holy cow, I haven’t had anything this good in a long time. I clear my plate in almost record time and help myself to seconds. Grayson chuckles, watching me with a smile on his face.

  “Good, huh? My mom is the best cook.”

  “Yeah, this is amazing. Thank you.” I take a few more bites and then sip my water. I’m freaking stuffed. Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I grab my dishes and take them to the sink. I go to turn the water on and he reaches out to stop me.

  “Stay here for a second.” Grayson kisses my cheek, then walks over to his stereo. He hits a few buttons on the front and “H.O.L.Y.” by Florida Georgia Line starts to play. He turns the volume up and then walks over to me, his arm outstretched. I raise an eyebrow at him, but take his hand. He leads me into the open space in the dining area and pulls me into his arms, swaying lightly to the music. He buries his face in my neck, humming the lyrics.

  I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, leaning into him. We continue to dance together until the song ends, and then the next begins. His grip never loosens, and he places gentle kisses to my neck, my forehead, and finally my lips. After a few seconds, I break the kiss and pull back to look up at him.

  “Make love to me, Grayson. I need you.”

  Picking me up, he carries me into the bedroom, setting me down next to the foot of his bed. Grayson grabs all of my stuff and places it on the chair in the corner, then comes back to stand in front of me. He pulls his T-shirt off, throwing it behind him. Leaning down, he kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip. I open my mouth, his tongue caressing my own. He groans into my mouth, his hands moving down my back to stop on my ass. Grabbing me just under, he lifts me, his mouth never leaving mine as he lays me down on the bed, coming to rest on top of me. Grayson shifts so he’s lying between my open legs, his hardness pressed against me. I wrap my legs tight around his narrow waist, pushing my hips up to meet his gentle thrusting. I run my hand down his back, resting it just above his waistband. As I reach down to undo his pants, his lips trace a path down my neck to the swell of my breasts. He sits up on his knees, reaching down to pull my nightgown up and over my head. Lying there in only my barely there panties, he looks down at me, his nostrils flaring slightly.

  “You look like a fucking dream, Kennedy. I’ll never get over how goddamn beautiful you are. And you’re mine.” He leans back down, licking the tip of my hard nipple. Groaning, I throw my head back and tangle one of my hands in the sheets. He continues his torture on both breasts until I’m a panting, sweaty mess. He kisses a path down to my belly button, his tongue dipping inside, then continues his way down to my soaked panties. Hooking his fingers in the band, he pulls them down my legs and throws them onto the floor before spreading me open for him. He runs a finger up and down, circling my clit every time he comes back up. Moaning loudly, I arch my back.

  “You’re so responsive, baby. I fucking love that. I want to make you come before I make you mine. Should I do it with my fingers? Or my tongue? How do you want to come, baby?” He continues to lightly touch me as he talks.

  “Please, Gray—” I break off when he leans over me and gently bites one of my swollen nipples. He soothes the sting with his tongue, then looks at me again.

  “Tell me, baby.” His voice is deep and husky, and I swear I get even wetter.

  “Your mouth,” I rasp. He doesn’t respond, just grabs my knees and pushes them open even wider. He scoots down the bed and slides his hands under my ass, lifting me higher.

  “I’ve wanted to devour your sweet pussy for so long, baby.”

  I can feel his breath on my inner thighs. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is almost too much.

  He dips his head and without warning wraps his lips around my swollen clit, sucking gently. I moan in ecstasy, sure nothing has ever felt as good as this. He has a finger inside me, stretching me, and he makes love to me with his mouth. There is nothing gentle about this. He’s devouring me as if I’m his last meal.

  And I fucking love it.

  I almost come off the bed when his tongue enters me, his thumb rubbing fast circles on my hardened nub. Both my hands fisting the blankets, I arch my back, thrusting my hips against his mouth. I can feel the tingling in my lower belly, my orgasm getting ready to hit me full force. He replaces his tongue with his fingers, and at the same time he curls them to my sweet spot he sucks my clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth gently over it.

  I close my eyes and begin to come on a low wail, crying out his name, my head digging back into the pillows. I swear lights flash across my vision, my entire body convulsing. He drags the pleasure out for a couple more minutes before he removes his fingers from me. I’m lying there panting, looking up at him through hooded eyes as he climbs off the bed.

  Grayson pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down in one motion, stepping out of them. His hard cock bounces off his lower stomach, the tip glistening in his arousal. I sit up with the intention of having my own fun, but he stops me.

  “If you even try to touch me it’ll all be over. And I’m not finished with you.” He reaches into the top drawer of his bedside, grabbing a condom. Opening it quickly, he rolls it
down his rigid length. Grayson climbs back onto the bed, coming to rest on top of me and taking my lips with his. I can taste myself on him, and I find myself even more aroused by it. He pushes me up the bed until my head is resting on top of the pillows. Leaning back, he takes his hardness in his hand, stroking it from base to tip before placing himself at my opening. I tense, and his eyes immediately find mine.

  “Hey, eyes on me, Kennedy. I know it’s gonna hurt at first, and I’m so sorry, baby. But I promise it will be better in a few minutes.” He begins to slide inside me, stretching me with his hard length. He’s going slow, only moving in a tiny bit before pulling back, going a little deeper each time. Finally he looks down at me, his eyes locking on mine.

  Grayson thrusts all the way inside me, claiming my body. I was unprepared for the pain, and when I feel it, I squeeze my eyes shut.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. Just breathe through it. Tell me when I can move.” He kisses me gently, cupping my face. Nodding, I wait a few seconds. The pain is starting to subside, and while I still feel an ache, it’s a good ache.

  “I’m okay, Grayson. I need to feel you.” Tangling my hand in his hair, I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. Slowly he pulls almost all the way out, then snaps his hips forward.

  “Jesus Christ, Kennedy. Feels so fucking good.” He caresses my breast, his fingers rubbing my nipple. Moaning, I meet him thrust for thrust, my hands on his back. With each thrust he goes faster, leaning up on his hands for support. He moves his mouth to the base of my neck and bites down, his hips pumping even faster.

  Resting on his knees, he grabs me under my ass and lifts me, going even deeper than he was before. He’s grunting loudly with each thrust, his eyes locked on where we’re connected.

  “Your pussy is fucking strangling my dick. So fucking tight. So fucking hot. Jesus, you feel so good. How’s it feel, baby? You like my hard cock in your tight pussy?”

  I can’t do anything but nod, moaning loudly when one of his fingers moves to circle my clit. When I tighten my muscles around him, he throws his head back and groans.