Skirt Chaser

by Stacey Kennedy

  A low groan rumbled from deep in his throat. He gave a final swirl of his tongue against hers and then backed away. Pinned between the wall and his hand on her neck, trapped by his smoky eyes that slowly stripped her bare emotionally with each second that ticked by, she lost herself, tumbling into where he wanted to take her. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Her limbs began to tremble as he studied her, sensually building heat between them all with a simple look and an attitude…his passion.

  He gave her that powerful grin, telling her he knew how crazy he made her and that he liked it. Under his potent stare, his hand came to her chin, and he leaned in, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth then giving it a gentle nibble. This kiss was different than any before it. More experienced, maybe. More playful, even.

  Keeping her locked in his hold, taking his time, kissing her chin, her neck, her earlobe, she shifted from foot to foot, outright quivering from his teasing. “Grey,” she heard herself whisper, not recognizing the desperation in her voice.

  He grunted, a masculine sound of pure satisfaction, and leaned away. “I like how you sounded right then.” He said it like a statement, letting her know her desperation pleased him.

  Mental note: be desperate more often. Because that made him act, giving her what she wanted. Him.

  She held her breath, watching him lower to one knee. Feeling the quiver of anticipation deep in her belly, she swallowed the building saliva in her mouth, pressing her hands against the wall behind her.

  He gathered up her skirt, grinning at her. “Hold this for me, angel.”

  Her fingers trembled when she reached for the thin fabric, holding her skirt up above her hips, exposing her white lace panties.

  The side of his mouth curved. “I like the way you’re trembling, Evie.” He kissed the top of her thigh, running his hands slowly up her legs, tucking his fingers into her panties. Boldly, and with his simmering eyes still on hers, teeth nibbling his bottom lip, he slowly pulled her panties down until she could step out of them.

  God, the confidence, the heat, the hunger…her heart banged against her chest, lost to everything that Grey stood for in that moment. Somehow, within his intense gaze, she felt stronger, less shy, freer. He wasn’t thinking of his pleasure now, she could tell. He desired her. The longing she saw as he stared back at her, the knowledge that’d he been wanting and waiting to taste her, brought a ravenous hunger she couldn’t ignore.

  “Do not stop looking at me,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her thighs.

  With his big, strong hand, he gently reached for her leg, hooking it over his shoulder. Spread wide for him, vulnerable, she simply didn’t have the mind space to think about all the things that might make her nervous. Not when he blew across her sex, and she shivered as he took his time.

  Painfully slow, his tongue slid up her inner thigh and then moved over to the other thigh, swirling across her flesh, tickling in the most perfect way. She leaned her head back against the wall and moaned, falling into his pleasure. He played and teased, drawing out the minutes, pooling heat in her pussy, exactly where he wanted it to go.

  Though each second became more desperate. She began shaking in her high heels, unable to wait any longer. “Grey,” she gasped, fisting her hands against the wall.

  Only then did he concede.

  Using the flat of his tongue, he licked across her folds, slowly, sweetly, raising her pleasure. She moaned at his light tonguing, her eyes rolling back in her head. Every nerve ending in her body woke beneath his touch. As if he had a switch to her body that she didn’t even know existed. Something only he had the power to control.

  There, pinned between the wall and his mouth, he flicked out, stroking the creases of her inner thighs, then her folds, then her entrance, but never to the source of pleasure that throbbed for his mouth.

  “Grey,” she shouted, threading her hands into his hair.

  Even then, he waited. Not until she began gasping and quivering, taken so high that the pleasure turned into sweet agony, did he act. With a low groan, he dragged the flat of his tongue upwards to the aching bundle of nerves.

  A harsh moan rushed from her mouth, goose bumps trailing over her arms. He rested his hand on her pelvis, revealing her clit from beneath its hood. She glanced down, watching him tongue her clit, gently. He wasn’t rushing her, she felt that. He was guiding her to where he wanted her to go. And each and every lick, suck, and tickle on her clit that his tongue expertly teased, slowly brought her higher until he wasn’t so gentle anymore.

  With his head buried between her thighs, he moved a little harder, a little more intently. She forced her eyes open, needing to see him. He wasn’t looking at her. This wasn’t about sensually teasing her, she realized that now.

  He demanded her orgasm. It belonged to him.

  Dear God, if he kept doing that, she would come, and come in ways she’d never come before. “Don’t stop,” she eagerly begged. “Please. Please. Don’t stop.” She was close, so damn close…

  He shifted his shoulder, raising her leg a little higher, and groaned against her hot sex. The vibrations tickled across her flesh, hitching her breath. And with another groan, he went harder, became more focused, more determined. He swirled his tongue over her clit in waves, and it snapped her head up as she absorbed the pleasure. That’s when she caught sight of herself.

  Across the room, there was a mirror on the wall. The view of Grey between her thighs, with her pinned to the wall, she saw what he saw. They were strikingly erotic, staggeringly beautiful.

  A blast of heat rippled across her as his mouth sealed over her clit, and his teeth gently came around the bud, holding softly, but somehow building a pleasure that had no beginning and no end. He’d taken her so high, but when his thick finger slowly slid up inside her, soon joined by another one, she only knew the sensations he was offering her.

  In the mirror, she watched her hands tighten in his hair, sliding through his gel-coated strands. She pressed his face into her sex, begging him not to stop.

  He didn’t.

  In fact, he went even harder.

  His arm moved rapidly as his fingers pumped into her, his tongue stroking her clit, his teeth creating sensations and causing her pleasure to rise. But it was him and her and this stunning view that kicked her over the edge.

  With a final hard thrust of his fingers and a deep suck on her clit, she screamed and then was free falling into the pleasure that he had created and then delivered on.

  Time passed while she recovered, her head still hung as she caught her breath, her leg still hooked over his shoulder. She forced her eyes open and watched him slowly remove his fingers, raising them to his mouth. He sucked them deeply, his eyes fluttering shut with the pleasure of her taste.

  He remained silent when he reached for her panties, and she gripped the table next to her, so as not to fall over as she stepped back into them. With the same power he exuded when he dropped to his knee, he rose.

  “Kiss me,” was all he said.

  She smiled and raised her hands to his face, thanking him with her mouth for what he’d given her. She smelled her scent on his lips as he kissed her, not with the passion he had, but almost with gratitude as if she’d somehow given him a gift.

  Within that, something was born that was unexplainable but there. A tight bond between them that connected her to Grey in ways no man had demanded before. It might have been invisible, but the strength of the connection was more powerful than anything she’d ever felt before.

  He gave her a final peck on the lips, then leaned away. She smiled at him, and he smiled in return. “There’s that pretty smile I like so much.”

  She laughed easily, feeling all the tension that had been there before now gone. “It appears you’re very good at making a woman smile.”

  “That should not come as any surprise,” he said in that strong tone belonging to him. “But you, however, have surprised me.”

  “I surprised you?” she repeated.

>   “Greatly, in fact,” he said with a sly grin. “There’s a very filthy woman inside this sweet little body screaming to get out.”

  Her cheeks warmed, eyes cast downward. “Don’t be silly.”

  “Oh, I am being anything but silly.” He reached for her chin, lifting her gaze to his, and one of his eyebrows slowly arched. “You like to watch.”

  Her gaze fell on the mirror over his shoulder, reminding her how turned on the sight of them had made her. It was a revelation that surprised even her.

  She cleared her throat. “Well, I…”

  “You don’t need to say a thing,” he said, stroking his thumb over her heated face. “Believe me, Evie, by the end of our time together, that gorgeous flush of your cheeks will be because of desire, not embarrassment about how you like to get fucked.”

  She gaped at him.

  He chuckled, low and deep, before turning away and adding, “Now, you have an event to go to. You’d better be on your way.”

  She should’ve left and said nothing, but in the haze of her pleasure, maybe her mind didn’t have the same barriers it usually did because she found herself saying, “When are you going to take something for yourself?”

  He stopped, turned back to her. “I did get what I wanted, Evie. You came against my tongue.”

  Again, he began walking toward the bathroom. She needed to understand his game. “But when will you come?”

  “When your eyes beg me for it,” was all he said before the shower turned on.

  Chapter 6

  Minutes before eight o’clock in the evening, Grey reached for Evie’s hand, walking side by side down the stone pathway leading to the restaurant. Dressed in a flowy, white sundress and sandals that laced up her toned calves, with her hair pulled into a side braid, he was tempted to skip dinner altogether and see what those sandals looked like dangling over his shoulders.

  They strode beneath the palm trees lining the pathway, and he let the silence fall between them. She radiated satisfaction mixed with hints of desire for more. He understood why her mind kept circling back to lust, he felt it, too. His cock remained semi-hard from their earlier interlude. His nostrils remembered her scent. His mouth recalled her taste. But no matter how much he wanted to drive himself deep inside her, he would wait until she craved him. That was the high for him, when a woman wasn’t only seeking to satisfy her needs but was desperate for his touch. She was nearly there, and he planned to enjoy every moment of watching her inch higher and higher toward total surrender.

  “What are you smiling about?”

  Grey blinked out of his thoughts. He glanced down into her smoldering eyes, gazing upon her pinkish cheeks, and he chuckled softly. “I like seeing you this way,” he admitted.

  “What way?” she asked with raised brows.

  “Wanting me.” The widening of her eyes only heightened the desire in their depths. “It’s a nice change from when you were at work and had completely shut me out.”

  She laughed softly, glancing back out ahead of her. “Well, I am a professional, you know.”

  “Yes, angel, you are.” He liked this side of her, however. The uninhibited version of her. A little more relaxed, happier, maybe even freer. “Believe me, so am I, but I do have to admit it’s nice not to worry about sexual harassment lawsuits,” he joked.

  “It is that,” she said, laughing.

  A couple of steps later, when they reached the Italian restaurant edging the beach, instead of going inside, he tugged on her arm, pulling her close. He folded her arms behind her back, lacing his fingers with hers. Right there to keep the heat burning between them, he sealed his mouth across hers, and he kissed her properly until he felt her soften beneath his touch.

  “You asked why I was smiling. It’s because of this.” He dragged his finger across her bottom lip, something he couldn’t stop from doing. It was the way her eyes burned with lust in response. Every damn time. “It’s the way you react to me. It’s incredibly sexy.”

  She pressed her lips against his thumb then smiled. “You make it easy to want you.”

  “Well, I’m damn glad for it, then.” He chuckled, taking her hand, guiding her through the door, knowing she had maid of honor duties to attend to. He didn’t want to make her late.

  The second the door shut behind them, Holly called, “Evie, over here.”

  A quick look to the right showed Holly hurrying toward them, easing her way through the white linen-covered tables scattered throughout the candlelit restaurant.

  “I didn’t get to tell you at the rehearsal, but I love that dress on you,” Holly said when she reached her, taking Evie into a tight hug.

  Grey watched the exchange, trying to get a better sense of Holly. By all appearances, Holly seemed like a kind, upbeat, loving friend to Evie. But what kind of friend would do what Holly did to Evie? Grey didn’t understand their relationship. Though he couldn’t discount that might be because he usually didn’t understand women in general.

  When Holly stepped back, she gave Evie a very thorough once-over then repeated the gesture to Grey. “Seriously, you two make such a gorgeous couple,” she said, hands on her hips. “It’s enough to make anyone barf.”

  Evie chuckled. “Grey is pretty.”

  “I. Am. Not. Pretty,” he retorted harshly, causing another round of laughter.

  “Fine,” Evie said, wrapping her arms around one of his. “Handsome. Sexy. Total stud. Is that better?”

  He nodded firmly. “Much.”

  When he glanced back at Holly, she smiled from ear-to-ear. “Honestly, though, you both look so happy. I’ve never seen Evie like this before.” She squinted her eyes, regarding Evie intently. “She’s all lit up inside, and that makes me happy because Evie deserves all the happiness.”

  Evie glanced at Grey with a knowing look, to which he chuckled. All right, maybe Holly wasn’t the spawn of Satan. He turned to Holly and gave her a genuine smile. “I will endeavor to keep that light lit.”

  “Good,” Holly said with a nod. “So, enough of that.” She folded her arms over her light blue sundress. “I have a question to ask you, Grey. Don’t feel like you have to say yes, but—”

  “What’s the question?” he interjected.

  “One of Seth’s groomsmen got heatstroke on their fishing trip today, so they need someone to fill his spot on the golf trip tomorrow.”

  This is a bad idea. Instead of saying that, he glanced at Evie and sighed at her pleading expression. “Of course, I would love to go,” he said, glancing back at a gleaming Holly.

  “Awesome,” she all but bounced. “Let me go tell Seth. He’ll be so pleased.”

  “Can you golf?” Evie asked with a smirk, while Grey led them to the table. “We don’t want you to be embarrassed out on the course.”

  When he reached the table where a dozen people he didn’t know sat, but whom he assumed were Holly’s and Seth’s friends and family, he tugged her against his chest, earning wide eyes and a delicious gasp. “I would think you would know by now that I’m good at everything I do.”

  Her gaze flashed red-hot, but he didn’t get to appreciate the heat nearly long enough because Holly said, “Come on, lovebirds. We saved you a seat at our table.”

  Evie stepped back, and Grey sighed against the strain of his cock. Soon, he’d have Evie in all the ways he wanted her, and that time couldn’t come quickly enough. His gaze slid to the table where he noticed Seth watching Evie approach. There was something in the way Seth watched her. Something that caused Grey’s back to stiffen as a man.

  Seth finally glanced away, talking to a woman who seemed to be in her early fifties next to him, likely his mother, and Grey grabbed the chair, pulling it out for Evie.

  When she took a seat, a soft voice said, “A gentleman. Now that is a rare find these days.”

  “Violet,” Evie gasped, obvious elation in her expression. She shot up from her seat, and Grey stepped out of the way, watching Evie embrace the woman clearly of importance to her.


  The hug lasted long enough to declare a deep love between them. When Evie backed away, a beaming smile on her face, she introduced them. “Grey Crawford, this is Violet Atkinson, Seth’s grandmother.”

  Grey smiled at the short, stocky woman he guessed was in her early seventies, but she held quite the regal air. Her wrinkled eyes were soft and blue, and there wasn’t a strand of her short, sliver hair out of place. “It’s my pleasure,” he told her, offering his hand. “I’m the boyfriend.”

  Violet smiled, returning the handshake. “A very nice-looking boyfriend, too.”

  Evie laughed. “I see you haven’t changed at all, Violet.”

  Grey cocked his head, noticing the warmth in Evie’s expression. He realized this was what Evie looked like with all her guards down. Curious now over her relationship with Violet, he slid out the seat he was meant to take, offering it up to Violet instead. “Why don’t you sit next to Evie so you can catch up.”

  “Thank you, dear,” Violet said, pressing her fingers with their purple fingernail polish against the table and rising from her seat.

  Once she sat again, he helped her scoot her chair under the table, and then held the chair as Evie returned to her seat.

  She smiled in thanks at him, and he took his seat next to Violet. Evie was wholly focused on Seth’s grandmother, taking one of the woman’s hands into both of hers. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

  “Why?” Violet asked blandly. “Did you think I’d be dead?”

  “Oh, my God, no.” Evie snickered, her eyes twinkling. “I thought you wouldn’t be here because you hate flying.”

  “Yes, well”—she gestured across the table to Holly and Seth—“those two over there didn’t give me any choice since they decided on a destination wedding.”

  The way she said the latter with a bit of a bite told Grey there was history there, and he got the distinct feeling that Violet liked Evie more than her grandson, and that he could relate to.

  Violet added with a proper smile, “So, it was either be the worst grandmother in history or drink myself silly before the flight.” She winked at Grey. “Which called for a nap, and is the reason for my tardiness.”