Crain's Landing (31 page)

“Natalie?” Grant’s masculine voice reverberated behind me. It was all I needed to boost my confidence. I knew what I needed to do to make this right between us. Ignoring anything else he was about to say, I turned abruptly and ran as quickly as possible in his direction and launched myself into his embrace. My lips captured his, arms and legs wrapped around him. He wasn’t responding, but I kept kissing his stubbled face, chanting, “I’m so sorry,” over and over. I knew I was overwhelming him, but I wouldn’t consider the possibility he might not want this, which he confirmed as he has grasped my ass cheeks. His body finally responded to mine, as he returned the kiss with as much urgency as I was giving him.

“I should have said something, done something.” His admission, while noble, was also completely unwarranted.

“Grant, you didn’t know she was coming and, honestly...” I took several deep breaths to get my thoughts together, clear the lust-filled haze we were currently in. “It doesn’t matter why she’s here, because I won't let her get between us, or separate what I feel for you.”

Grant’s eyes searched mine, finding only need there. I didn’t know how much time we had before our parents returned and, while I knew we needed to talk, in this moment, I needed to feel his touch.

It was still dark outside when I woke from my slumber. It took me several minutes to gather my thoughts and remember where I was. The warm leg that was resting between mine gave me all the confirmation I needed that last night had really happened.

“If you tell me this is too soon, I’ll completely understand.” His lips were placing open-mouthed kisses on my collarbone, his hands and lips causing me so much pleasure I couldn’t make myself respond. “Natalie, tell me you want me as much as I want you, but dear God, if you don’t, please stop me now.” He pulled away to look into my eyes, keeping his hands on either side of my face.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too fucking much?” My brash words surprised even me. I was never one to verbalize my wants or desires. Holden had
always
just kissed me a few times and jumped on for the ride. I had assumed he was doing what every other man did. Grant, however, was not any other man.

I gasped as he kneeled down, placed me over his shoulder, and then sprinted up the stairs. Once in his room, he slowly placed me back on my feet and resumed the kisses he had started downstairs. I was so overwhelmed by his passionate kisses that I didn’t realize we had moved across the room and now stood by his bed.

The feel of Grant’s fingers, as he began to unbutton my shirt, was enough to cause my first orgasm. The pressure he was creating in my lower region was something I had read about, yet never experienced. I shivered slightly as my shirt fell from my shoulders and landed on the floor.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll warm you up.” His wanton voice nearly did me in. My shivering had nothing to do with the temperature of the room; it was my body’s reaction to Grant’s skilled actions. He broke away from kissing my neck long enough to raise his hands above his head and tug at the top of his shirt. As we stood with bare torsos touching, Grant cupped my cheek as he began to lower me to the mattress.

“The first time I saw you, I knew I had to get closer to you.” I didn’t need to say anything back. Grant was speaking his thoughts to me, letting me inside his head. “When you turned me down time after time, it made me want to be with you that much more.” His fingers made quick work of the button of my shorts. “I watched as you treated everyone with such kindness and grace.” His fingers came in contact with my heated and, embarrassingly wet, core. I jumped at the sensation as he continued to explore my folds.

“When you stood in those tiny panties on your deck, you have no idea what you did to me that day.” His fingers stopped as he began to kiss me lower and lower. “Then I watched as you stood beside Peyton’s bed and I let my mind wander to a time where it was our baby you watched over.”

My eyes shot wide open as I realized where his mouth was going. I had no issues with his words, but the thought of having Grant’s mouth in such an intimate area suddenly had me panicking. Holden had always commented on how disgusting the act was. How pussy had a rancid smell that was so unpleasant, he would never put his mouth anywhere near it. He never had a problem with me sucking him off, but it was something he refused to do in return.

“G-Gr-Grant,” my voice was a little louder than it needed to be, but I had to stop him before he discovered for himself the unpleasant smell.

His face came back up to mine, and he placed gentle kisses along my cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you.” He smiled as he tried again to descend. However, I grabbed his shoulders and brought his face back to mine. “Grant, you can’t be serious.”

His smile was gone as he shifted his head back to look into my eyes. “Do you not...did I...?”I placed my hand against his face.

“No, Grant, I want you, so much.” His head turned to the right slightly, his confusion clearly written on his face. “It’s not you, Grant. I don’t want you to have to do that. I know it can be...” I couldn't find the words to use. Grant was a doctor after all, and I was certain he had experienced firsthand some pretty awful smells. I just didn't want my crotch to be one of them.

“Babe, if you don’t like having that done, I won’t do it,” he tried to resume kissing me. “No, Grant, it’s just...I know the odor down there can be...less than pleasant.”

His face took on the look of humor.“Wait,” he interrupted, placing his index finger against my lips. “Let me guess, Holden didn’t like going south of the border. No one has ever done this for you, have they?”

I found the hair that rested on the top of his ear very interesting. “No, he told me he couldn't get past the smell and the thought of having his mouth anywhere near it was enough to make him sick.”

Grant lowered his head and began to kiss my face gently. “Just when I thought he couldn’t have been more of a complete moron, he proves me wrong.” I couldn’t help myself as I let out a laugh. “First he gives you up and denies that amazing little girl. Now, to find out he ignored the opportunity to make you scream his name. Oh, well...his stupidity is my delight.”

I didn’t have time to react as he quickly pounced, his body landing between my legs, his hands holding my legs apart as his tongue ran from my slit to my clit. I had no control of the scream that escaped my lips as I arched my back. The feeling of his tongue as he licked and sucked was enough to drive me mad. With my hands fisting the sheets and my head going from side to side, I swore to God I saw heaven. He knew what he was doing, and he showed his skills as he slid two fingers inside me, hooking them as his lips and tongue continued to attack my swollen clit. I didn’t know how many times he hit that spot inside of me, but out of the blue my body began to tremble and I felt this overwhelming warm sensation fill my body. I couldn’t move or say anything as wave after glorious wave passed over me.

Grant’s mouth once again claimed mine, his tongue invading my mouth. His tongue had a new flavor, it wasn’t a bad one, slightly tangy and there was no real smell. I felt my chin slide against his; he hadn’t wiped my orgasm from his face. If it didn’t bother Grant, then I wouldn’t let it bother me.

His very talented mouth was now wrapped around my left nipple, his teeth making tiny nips. My hands fisted in his hair as I tried to get him closer. I could feel that warm sensation beginning to build in my pelvis again. He switched to the other nipple, causing me to cry out his name, as I felt the wetness increase between my legs. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

His fingers were once again rubbing up and down my folds, while his face was buried in my neck. I could feel the head of his cock waiting to enter me. I wanted this, him, so badly. With what he was able to do with just his fingers and tongue, I couldn’t wait to see what that appendage was able to do.

He gently slid the head between my folds, then slowly pulled back only to repeat the process several times. “Oh, Natalie, you feel better than I ever imagined.” With his tender words, he slid into me, filling me completely. The sensation of having him resting inside me caused me to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Uunnnng,” was the most coherent thing that came out of my mouth. His thrusts increased as his breathing became labored. My hands ran up and down his sweat slicked back. Again, that warm sensation began to build, as my pelvis met his every thrust. His movements became erratic, his breathing was more grunt-like. I worried briefly that he would finish before I did. However, this wasn’t the case, as it hit me completely out of left field and I came hard.

Grant’s body began to shake as his thrusting slowly stilled. He laid his body weight on me, and I welcomed the warmth of it. “I’m so sorry,” his words were barely a whisper.

“Why are you sorry?” I quietly questioned. I knew he didn’t regret what had just happened.

“It’s been a long time, but I wanted to last longer, make it better for you.”

I ran my fingers through his wet hair as I chuckled. “Then I’m sorry, too.” He lifted his head and looked into my face, the light from the moon illuminating his confused features. “You gave me multiple orgasms, I only gave you one.” We both sighed as he rolled off my sweaty body.

“Oh, but the night is still young, love.”

He’d made good on his word, as we loved each other deep into the night.

I was so lost in my memories of the way his body felt against mine that I was startled when his hand cupped my breast, and then he slid his erection between my folds from behind. It wasn’t the first time we had been in this particular position and I prayed it wouldn’t be the last. Grant’s fingers ran down my arms, caressing my stomach and finally my clit. “Mm, you like my mouth there, don’t you?”

I turned my head and captured Grant’s lips with mine. He picked up his pace as my hands wrapped in his hair, pulling as his fingers increased in speed and pressure. He knew just how to make my body sing for him. Regardless of the amount of time we had been intimate, he knew, without question, what I needed to reach my release. I tugged a little harder as my orgasm filled my body and he joked that he had a bald spot now. He placed his fingers on my shoulder and made long strokes on my back and collarbone. The sensation of his soft fingers was gentle enough to lull me to sleep.

The sun was bright when I woke. I shot up in bed as I remembered I needed to pick up my daughter.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Grant stood in the doorway naked as the day he was born, holding two cups of coffee.

“Shit, it has to be after noon, and I have to get Peyton.” I had tossed the sheet back and stood up from the bed.

“Hold on now, beautiful,” He walked to my side of the bed, blocking my hunt for my clothes. “Kiss first.” His lips were puckered and waiting, so I eagerly complied. “Coffee second.” He handed me the steaming cup. “And third, look at the video message I got an hour ago that has Peyton putting hot pink curlers in my father’s hair.”

I nearly choked on my coffee as I watched Peyton and Savannah playing dress up with Martin. The look on his face was of complete joy. “He looks so happy, Grant.” I grinned, my finger tracing the picture on the screen.

“He has every reason to be happy.” Grant placed the phone on the nightstand and wrapped his arms around me. “He’s married to the woman of his dreams and is surrounded by two of the most beautiful little girls in this world. He has a job he loves and a family who adores him. He has it all.”

I looked into Grant’s eyes. Was he simply stating a fact or revealing his deepest desires? Something told me it was the latter. Something inside prayed I was right.