Unexpectedly Yours Page 4

  I check the rearview mirror and Tony keeps his eyes trained straight ahead, on the road, not looking back at us once in the backseat. He’s a professional. He knows to give us privacy and do the job he was hired for—to drive.

  Reaching over, I run my forefinger over that dip at the base of her throat. She gasps at my touch, her heavy eyes finding mine. God, I want all of her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I want to squeeze my dick between her full tits and come all over her chest. I want her full lips wrapped around my cock, milking me.

  I tap her right knee and her beautiful hazel eyes look at me in question. I tap her knee again and she narrows her eyes in confusion. Instead, I nudge her knees apart with my hand and those same beautiful eyes widen in surprise.

  Leaning in to kiss her, I mumble a “shhh” against her lips as my hand slides up the inside of her warm thigh. She leans back further into the seat, sliding her ass forward, giving me better access. My hand finds her warm center, where I meet her wet panties. Instead of sliding my finger inside of them like I want to, I tease her, circling my finger over her clit through the satin panties. I can feel the warm bud grow harder with every circle I make as she purrs in the seat next to me. She’s fucking beautiful when she’s turned on, and her body reacts exactly as I want it to. I see her hesitation and her fear, glancing to the front seat and Tony, who keeps his eyes on the road, not even chancing a glance in the rearview mirror. From what I’ve learned about Grace, one-night stands and backseat rendezvous are not her style. Only I don’t give a shit right now. I need to feel her come on my hand.

  “Wait until we get to my room, baby,” I whisper into her ear and gently nip her neck. She sucks in a breath and rolls her hips gently against my finger, getting herself off. Her nipples are tight, and her breathing is labored, she’s not even trying to suppress her arousal now. I grin. There is nothing sexier than Grace grinding against my hand—her need and want palpable.

  The Town Car slows to a stop at the entrance of the Four Seasons and Grace freezes. I give her clit a hard pinch through her panties before pulling my hand out from under her skirt. She sits up straight and brushes her skirt down as I lean in and brush some stray lipstick off her bottom lip with my thumb. “Thank you,” she whispers before looking at me.

  Something passes between us, but I can’t put my finger on it. Understanding? Loneliness? The door opens and I abandon those thoughts, stepping out into the tepid evening air. I reach in for Grace, and she grabs my hand as I pull her gently from the car. She stands on wobbly legs and I lace my fingers through hers again, this time without her resistance. This feels good…right. Her hand in mine. Her. With me. This is how it should be; this is what I want it to be.

  She straightens her skirt and inhales sharply as we walk through the main entrance of the hotel. Her hand grips mine firmly, as if she’s afraid I’m going to let go of her. The lobby is bustling with people checking in and checking out. Business men and women stand around sharing stories and drinks and enjoying their Friday evening, as I have so many times before in hotels across the country.

  I steer us toward the private elevator that leads to the floor with penthouse suites, one of which I’ll be staying in until I purchase a condo. When I said I planned to be bi-coastal, I really meant if things continue with Grace. I’ll fucking appoint myself the permanent manager of the New York office and relocate here. Someone else can manage the San Francisco office. Regardless, I need a place in New York City.

  I can feel Grace hesitate when the elevator doors open. She’s second-guessing this, second-guessing us. Her brain is telling her a million reasons why she shouldn’t do this again.

  “Stop overthinking it,” I tell her quietly, confidently, and lead her into the elevator.

  She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. It should be me nibbling that full lip, and I will… in about two minutes. Before the doors close, another couple joins us in the elevator. I smile politely at them and squeeze Grace’s hand, a silent gesture of support. She squeezes mine back and I pull her in closer to me, wrapping an arm around her lower back. Shit, she fits fucking perfectly into the crook of my arm, even though she’s almost as tall as me. Her head leans back against my shoulder and her warm body sinks into me. I love that she’s letting me comfort her in this moment. She trusts me.

  The couple discuss their dinner reservation and theater plans as the elevator rises quickly. When it comes to a stop, the couple exits first and turns to the left, presumably toward one of the other penthouse suites on this floor, and we turn to the right, headed toward my room. Grace releases my hand and walks slowly next to me. But I hate the miniscule distance already. I reach around her, pressing my hand to the small of her back, guiding her to my door. I need to be touching her.

  When I wave the keycard over the pad, the door unlocks, and I feel Grace tense up. Pushing through the double doors, she follows me slowly into the grand foyer. She looks around and then back to me.

  “This isn’t the room we were in last night,” she comments, her voice soft, but her eyes still taking in the extravagant surroundings.

  “No, it isn’t. My trip was very last minute, and the penthouse wasn’t available until today.”

  She runs her fingers across the base of her neck as if she’s touching a necklace as she looks around, her eyes taking in the luxury before us. “Penthouse,” she whispers…whether to me or herself, I don’t know.

  “Please, make yourself at home.” I drop my briefcase on the large, round table that sits underneath a giant crystal chandelier in the foyer. Placed in the center of the table is an enormous vase of fresh roses, probably six dozen. A common staple in all the penthouse suites I rent, only I don’t give a shit about flowers, but Grace does. Her eyes twinkle as she looks at them.

  Grace sets her handbag on the table next to my briefcase, slips off her shoes, and we move into the living room, where there is a full-sized sectional couch, two chairs, and a large table that could double as a conference room table or a dining room table.

  I should ask Grace if she’s hungry or needs a drink, and I will—after I’ve buried myself so far inside her, she’ll never forget me. Fuck first, food later.

  She digs her perfectly painted toes into the plush carpet, her arms wrapped protectively around her waist. She looks vulnerable but not scared.

  “Stop overthinking this.” I toe off my shoes and walk over to her.

  Grace’s hands fall to her sides and her bottom lip quivers. “I’m not,” she whispers.

  “You are.” I place my hands on her biceps. She’s trembling. “Grace…Trust me.”

  She shakes her head to silence me and drops her eyes from mine. “Can I use the restroom?” Her voice is so quiet, I can barely hear her.

  “Of course.” I reach for her hand and guide her through the living area of the penthouse and into the bedroom. I gesture toward the bathroom and miss her touch the moment her hand breaks free of mine.

  After she disappears behind the closed door, I hang up my suit coat in the closet. Unlatching my watch, I set it on the built-in shelf in the closet next to the wallet I pulled from the pocket of my suit jacket. I run my hand over my wrist where my watch just was, noticing it’s rough and dry in comparison to Grace’s soft, supple skin. Skin I plan to touch, and suck, and mark—letting her know who owns her body…me. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want Grace. Our connection is undeniable but maybe she’s scared. Maybe I should back off, but I can’t. I won’t.

  I’m caught by surprise when I hear Grace clear her throat and I turn around to find her standing in the doorway between the closet and the bedroom. Her hands are twisted together in front of her and she rocks slightly in place from heel to toe. But it’s when I notice she’s wearing nothing but my white dress shirt that my breath hitches. She’s fucking stunning, her long brown hair hanging in loose waves over her shoulders.

  “Grace,” I hiss as my eyes fall from her beautiful face to her chest, which peeks out from the unbuttoned shirt
, and then down her long, bare legs. Those tan legs peek out from that white dress shirt and my dick stiffens immediately. It takes everything inside me to not push her over to the bed and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before—the kind of fucking where every fiber of her soul becomes mine. Which is a problem, because I promised her casual. Only, after one night with her, I don’t want casual.

  Two steps are all it takes for me reach her, my hands finding each side of her face as I pull her mouth to mine. Our kiss is soft yet intense. Needy yet caring. I feel her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt as her breaths become needier.

  She pulls away, breaking our kiss when she gets the last button undone. She stares at me, her eyes scanning my face, my chest, and down to the bulge on full display under my thin dress pants. She stares at all of me like she’s never really seen me before. Grace reaches a shaky hand out and tugs on the shoulder of my shirt and I help her—shrugging out of it. It falls to a pile at my feet and Grace’s breath hitches.

  “Like what you see, Gracie?” I ask smugly. I know she does. I can see the effect I have on her…her hard nipples poking through the white dress shirt, and the way she tries to clench her thighs together to stop the throbbing between them.

  “I didn’t really look at you last night—” She pinches her eyes closed and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.

  “Hey,” I say softly, reaching out to her, but she pulls away and takes a deep breath. Then she looks me in the eye and her arms fall to her sides. She’s beautiful and complicated, a mix of raw emotions and natural beauty and her hazel eyes speak a million unspoken words. I see her trepidation and her fear, and I also see her need and want.

  “Drew,” my name falls off her trembling lips, “I don’t typically do what I did last night,” she states and takes another step backward.

  Instead of letting her put distance between us, I take a step forward and right into her, pulling her to me. If she wants to pull away, she can try, but I’m not going to let her. I’m not some monster who wants to fuck her and leave her. Her chest is pressed against mine, and even through the dress shirt, I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples, those tight little balls pressed against my chest, aching for me to suck them.

  “Don’t do what, Grace? Fuck, as you call it?” I smirk, using her word from earlier today against her.

  She shakes her head and I snake an arm around her waist, not allowing her to back up any further.

  “Casual sex,” she says. “I don’t go home with strangers.”

  “I’m not a stranger.”

  “You were last night.” Her eyes fall in shame.

  “Technically—”

  “I don’t do one-night stands. I don’t go home with men from bars or restaurants, or even on first dates. I’m not that kind of girl. I’ve never been that girl until last night,” she hisses as she tries to defend her actions, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.

  “Then why did you go home with me?” I slide my hand from the small of her back, down and under the hem of my dress shirt that she’s wearing, resting it on her ass. Her bare ass. She’s not wearing any panties. My already hard dick gets even harder. I don’t let her answer before I crash my mouth into hers—claiming her. It’s raw and feral. One-hundred-percent pure need and lust. My hands find the collar of her shirt, and in one swift motion, I rip it open, tearing the shirt from her body and tossing it to the ground.

  Now I’m the one who breaks our kiss, pulling her across the room to the bed. I guide her to the center of the bed, where I lay her down on the silk sheets and spread her legs. Her pink, wet pussy is on full display and I run a finger through her slick slit, spreading her juices. Grace gasps as I circle her clit, much like I did in the car over her panties, only now I get to feel her skin to skin. A low growl erupts from the back of my throat, and selfishly, all I want to do is slide into her and fuck her hard, but tonight, I need to taste her.

  Her hips buck as I continue running circles around her hardening bud, applying pressure every few seconds. Grace’s head falls back and her fingers grip the sheets with each rotation around her clit. I can see her orgasm build and I slip a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. I withdraw my finger and bend her knees, spreading her wider. Settling between her legs, I run my tongue from clit to center, teasing her wet entrance.

  “Drew!” She gasps my name and reaches for my hair. One of her hands grips my head, the other is still wrapped tightly in the sheets as I continue my assault on her clit. She tastes like summer…sweet and salty. With one hard suck of her clit, she’s falling apart beneath me. Her legs shake and she screams my name, her hips bucking under my face. Her entire body convulses and her arms fall to her sides. After she rides out her orgasm, I take position at her center, sliding into her.

  “Condom!” she manages to say, but with one thrust, I’m fully seated in her. Her walls grip me as she comes down from her orgasm.

  “We discussed it last night,” I remind her. “We’re both clean and you’re on the pill.”

  She gasps as I begin to move and a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips. Her tight pussy grips my dick and every movement has both of us highly aroused. Her eyes close and her head falls back as I move in and out of her slowly, watching what I do to her.

  “Fucking beautiful, Grace,” I manage to say before pressing my lips to her neck. “All of you.”

  Six

  “Fucking beautiful, Grace,” he says, nipping at my neck. I whimper in pleasure as he gently stretches me with each careful thrust. I’m mesmerized by him. All of him. His mind, his body, and his ability to make me do things I never thought I’d do.

  I wrap one leg around his waist, allowing him deeper inside me, and I move my hips in rhythm with his.

  “Fuck, Grace!” he mutters, pressing his pubic bone against my still overly sensitive clit as I writhe underneath him. I moan, and he knows he’s hit the right spot as he applies even more pressure. “That’s it, baby.” He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks…hard. He just called me baby and I didn’t blink an eye. I’m so entranced by him right now, I gasp at the intensity of the pressure as I feel another orgasm building low in my stomach.

  My hands instinctively find their way to his muscular ass, palming each firm globe. “Oh, god!” I cry out when he hits that spot inside me I’ve never felt anyone hit before…until last night. He chuckles as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of his ass when he purposely hits that spot again and again. He knows exactly what he’s doing. If there is one thing this man knows how to do, it’s fuck.

  Every movement is careful, deliberate, and nothing short of erotic. He has found every sensitive part of my body and played it like a guitar. Slow and soft, fast and hard, a different sound erupting from me with every strum of his methodical fingers.

  Bringing me to the edge of orgasm yet again, he suddenly stops. This time, he denies my pleasure and I whimper at the denial. A grin spreads across his face when he sees my disappointment and he rolls his hips slowly, bringing me to the edge once again.

  “Please,” I beg him as he slows, withdrawing from me completely. He hovers at my entrance and I raise my hips to draw him in again. It’s a game of cat and mouse and he’s winning.

  “Say it again,” he says. Pulling my other nipple into his mouth, he rolls it between his teeth and I scream in pleasure. He teases my entrance again with his cock, edging in slowly before he slams into me with one solid thrust. Simultaneously, he bites my nipple and a jolt of electricity shoots straight down to my core where he is stretching me. Every nerve in my body is on high alert with each heady thrust.

  “Please, Drew. I need to come,” I pant between ragged breaths as his movements become faster. He’s now succumbing to his own needs. Where he was once gentle, he’s now rough, every plunge into me harder than the last. “Drew, please,” I beg him again.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat, and with one swift motion, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, allowi
ng him complete access to me. The way he looks at me with hunger, concern, and want, is enough to make me weep.

  With one last deep stroke, he’s the deepest he’s ever been inside me and I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. With this last thrust, he empties himself in me and matches his ragged breaths with my own.

  “Unbelievable,” he mumbles as he falls on top of me, staying firmly rooted inside me. As our breathing finally returns to normal. I can feel him soften inside me as we lie together in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Then my eyes fall closed and I soak in the closeness of him.

  * * *

  I suddenly wake with a start, realizing I must’ve dozed off. The bedside clock reads twelve twenty in the morning. Drew still lies between my legs, his head resting on my stomach. Soft, steady breaths tell me he also fell asleep after our lovemaking. I gently coax myself out from underneath him and search for my clothes in the dark.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Drew’s gruff voice startles me.

  “Jesus!” I jump up, trying to cover my naked body with my hands. “You scared me.” I hear him shift in the bed, and suddenly, the bedside lamp turns on.

  There sits Drew, in all his naked glory. Rippling abs and tan skin, not a self-conscious bone in his body. “You didn’t answer my question.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up, his perfectly round, muscular ass on full display. He walks around the perimeter of the bed and right over to me, a man with intention. I try to use my right arm to cover my full breasts and my left hand to hide my stomach and bottom half, but Drew reaches for both of my arms and pulls them away from me, exposing me fully.