Falling Into Grace (20 page)

“I wish I was able to do that after I lost my dad. I would give anything to have my father in my dreams, just to see him and talk to him.” Grant shifts and kisses a tear from my cheek, then licks his lips.

“I have the perfect cure for you,” he says, looking over at the tray. It has fifteen cups on it and two spoons.

“Ice cream makes everything better,” he whispers in my ear, and I start to smile.

“See? It’s starting to work already.” He leans over and grabs the tray, placing it on my lap. He starts telling me what each one is. I take the cookies and cream first. It is heaven in my mouth. I leave half and move on to the next, leaving each cup half full. When I make it to the seventh one, I stop for a drink. He also brought up bottled water. I try to open it, but I’m so tired, I can’t get it open. He opens it, then takes a sip and hands it to me with a grin on his face.

“I like that you’re not afraid to eat.” I look at him, confused.

“Normally girls don’t eat around men, or at least not the ones I have dated.” I laugh at him.

“I like to eat, and I don’t care who is around. I could finish all of these on my own. I’m just being nice and sharing it with you.” When I nudge him, his hand fumbles, and his spoon drips ice cream on my shoulder. His pupils dilate, and he leans over and licks it off. I get chills. He kisses his way up my neck and kisses my jawline. He trails around my face and leaves the last kiss on my lips. He grabs the tray off my lap, placing it back on the nightstand. His weight pushes me
flat on the bed. His hands hold mine on either side of my head. Our hands are tangled and our souls are touching.

I don’t push him away this time. I just let him in. I let him in everywhere. His breathing is getting faster as he nibbles on my lips. His stubble tickles, but I like it. He makes his way down my throat to my chest. He peels off my shirt and bra with ease. I lift myself up a bit to make it easier, and once everything is off, I run my hands down his chest and take his shirt off. I look at his body, and he looks at mine. He gently leans back down and kisses my lips softly.

“You are so beautiful, Hannah.” His eyes are wild with desire and something else. I can’t place it still. He starts to make his way down my body, stopping at one of my breasts, circling my nipple with his tongue before he takes it in his mouth. My back arches, and I let out a moan. His hands go down my sides and stop on my hips. I can feel his hands wrap around my hip bones as he moves to the next nipple, and it makes me arch my back more. After he sucks on it, he blows gently, making it harder. The feeling echoes throughout my body. I grab his face and pull him to my mouth. I kiss him with everything I have. I feel vulnerable and nervous. I start to feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.

His hands run down my body, and he finds his way down to my wet heat. He circles my clit before plunging into me with his finger. I moan louder into his mouth. He circles his finger inside me, and then adds a second finger. I feel like I’m close, so I roll him over and get on top of him. He doesn’t take his fingers out of me. I leave his mouth and start to kiss down his chest. I feel his chest rise as he takes deep breaths. I can feel his hardness, and I want to get it in me. He has to pull his fingers out as I get lower, and when he does, he brings them to his lips and slips them into his mouth. I can hear him moan in appreciation as he savors my taste.

I kiss his happy trail and unbutton his jeans. He bursts out of his jeans, and I take him in my mouth. I can taste him, and it turns me on even more. I plunge him deep in my mouth, and he lets out a groan. His hands make their way into my hair. I wrap my hand around the
base of his length and ease my hand up and down as I suck on it. My other hand cups his balls, and I gently play with them. He starts to move his hips with my rhythm. I take him out of my mouth and lick from the base to the tip and gently suck on the tip. I can taste him more.

“Fuck, Hannah,” he says, almost pleading with me to keep going, and I do. I suck harder and deeper. His hands start to push my head so I can go deeper. I take a good portion of his length into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it as I come back up. This makes him crazy. His hips are moving faster, and I can tell he’s about to come.

“Hannah, I’m going to,” he breathes, and I let him, sucking harder, taking him deeper. He comes, and I drink him up. I suck a little more after he does. Then he flips me over and gets on top of me.

“Fuck, Hannah. You taste so good, I want more.” He pulls my pants down and spreads my legs. He looks at me, completely exposed, before meeting my eyes. He kisses me hard, then trails down my body. He goes down on me. He sticks a finger in again and swirls it around. I can feel how wet I am. He starts to lick me. I moan again and pull on the sheets. My hips start to sway. I feel the buildup. He leaves my clit, removes his finger, and plunges his tongue in me. When he hits the spot, I come fast and hard. He sits up and puts a hand over my mouth, then quickly plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb on my clitoris. I come again, pushing my hips up to his fingers, and he goes deeper in me, swirling them around. When I finally finish, he lies next to me, slowly sliding out his fingers. He looks at me and licks them.

“You taste better than the ice cream,” he says, grinning at me.

“So do you,” I reply as I kiss him.

“You are always surprising me, Hannah,” he says as he runs his finger over my collarbone.

“I have to tell you, that was the best head I have ever gotten. Do you not have a gag reflex?” he asks as he rolls over and stretches with a sly smile on his face. I lie on my side and enjoy the view of his body.

“Not that I know of,” I say, raising my eyebrows and biting my lip so I don’t start laughing.

“I feel like I’m a teenager again. I haven’t fooled around in so long, especially in this bed. I forgot how good foreplay really is.” He slides his hand down the side of my body and stops on my hip. I smile at him and think how different he is like this. The man I met earlier this week has disappeared. I like this one much better. I grin at the thought as I look over his body.

“Let’s finish the ice cream,” I say.

“Yes, you need it,” he says as he squeezes my hip bone.

I roll over and grab the tray and put it between us. He feeds me and I feel pampered. We lie naked in bed, eating ice cream and talking about anything and everything. I find out they all went to Harvard. He graduated with a 4.0. I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. He talks about his father, and I talk about Chase. When I look over at the TV, the Weather Channel is still on. It’s three o’ clock in the morning, and we are still talking. Grant sees the time and orders us to sleep. I roll over and he pulls me into him. I fit perfectly in his arms. It’s like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. He kisses my neck.

“Good night, Mrs. Grace,” he whispers.

“Good night, Mr. Grace.” I smile as I float away. Chase’s death won’t haunt me tonight.

When I wake up, the Weather Channel is still on. Grant is still wrapped around me; I haven’t moved. I stretch a bit, arching my back, and my butt rubs right into him. His body responds to mine, and his hand glides down to my hip, but stops there. I realize he is still sleeping. I just lie there and see that it’s a quarter after six. I should get up and start to get ready so we can make it back to the hospital before eight. I gently slide out of his arms and sneak into the shower. I stand under the water and let it hit my face.

I struggle in my mind with everything that has happened this weekend. It’s not like me to act like this. I don’t know who I have become. I think about Aiden, and how we had such an animal attraction. He makes my body swell up just being around me. Then I think about Grant. I have sexual desires for him, but there is something else I just can’t place a finger on. I finish washing, and I am standing under
the water when I hear the door open. Grant gets in the shower, slipping his body behind me, hugging me while kissing my neck.

“I didn’t hear you get out of bed,” he whispers in my ear.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” I whisper back and start to get out.

“Hey,” he says, grabbing my hand.

“Hey, yourself,” I say, smiling back at him. When he lets go, I walk back into my room and get dressed before he gets out. I don’t need any temptation from either him or his brother. I have to stop this.

I battle with myself once again and suddenly realize I will never see them again. A part of me is relieved. I can just say good-bye, because we have no attachments to each other. They live in another state, and when they are in New York, they are in the city. I will never have to deal with this again. I can breathe a little better as I think about this. I will be just a memory to them soon enough. Maybe in the future one of them will say something about me, and they might even realize what I did. I will never have to face them about it, because at that point, I will be a thing of the past. I smile as I make this scenario in my fucked-up mind.

Grant comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He pulls his jeans on from yesterday, and I see he is going commando. I try not to look at him, but every now and then our eyes meet. He gets his shirt on and picks up his underwear.

“We don’t want Addy finding this today,” he says as he picks them up. “We have to stop off at my house so I can change quickly. Can you throw these in your bag?” I nod and he shoves them in.

“I’m all set,” I say as I get up. I didn’t do my hair, just scrunched it quickly, and it looks like shit. I will pull it back once we get back in the car anyway. He walks over to me and hugs me.

“I slept good last night. How about you?” He starts to tickle me. Playful Grant is fun to be around.

“I think it was what we did before we went to sleep that made me sleep so well,” I say, running my hands over his chest.

“Yes, it was…” He stops and starts to kiss me. It’s slow and sexy. His hands run down my backside, and he gives me a squeeze.

“Let’s get out of here. Addy is probably waiting outside this room for us.” I freeze a bit. Shit, I hope she isn’t. He looks out, then grabs my hand and pulls me out. I shake his hand off mine when we reach the stairs. We are out the door free and clear of Addy. He opens the door for me and takes the top down. It is still cool outside.
I should have brought a sweater
, I think, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. He hops into the car without opening the door. I laugh. I wonder if he has ever missed and fallen out when he jumps in that way. He looks over at me and smiles.“What’s so funny?” It just makes me laugh harder. I think I have lost my mind.

“Nothing,” I say.

“You have to tell me now. We aren’t going anywhere till you tell me.” He sits in protest.

“Well, looks like we will be here all day.”

“Don’t make me honk the horn,” he threatens. “It will get Addy’s attention, and I bet she will be right out here.”

“Go for it,” I threaten right back. “I would love to see her expression when I tell her what we did last night.” He just looks at me and smiles, then starts the car. His house is less than a five-minute trip down the block. We pull into a street marked Private Lane. I soon realize it’s not a street; it’s his driveway. It curves around the property line, then plunges back, bringing his house into view. It reminds me very much of his mother’s, but touches of him are all over it.

We pull up to a huge garage, and the doors open. He parks the car in the only open spot. He has all sorts of cars, it looks like every guys wet dream. Grant takes my hand and pulls me into the house. The kitchen is huge. Everything is top of the line. I walk around and see that the island has a built-in grill. I’m immediately jealous.

“Do you like to cook?” I ask him.

“No, I’m not really home enough to cook.” He turns on his answering machine to listen to his phone messages. I hear Carla’s voice over the machine, pleading with him to take her back. He deletes the message. The next message is from her too. He just stands and deletes all fifteen of them before checking his mail that is piled up on the counter.

“How long were you together?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” He slips his hand into the front of my pants and pulls me close to him. I just stand there in his arms.

“Go get your underwear on. We have to go,” I tell him. He starts to laugh.

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.” I smile back at him and he leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. He picks me up and puts me on the counter he was just leaning against, spreading my legs so he can stand between them. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy his kiss. His hands are on my back and make their way down to my bottom. He picks me up.

“Let me show you something.” He looks like he is up to no good.
It better not be his bedroom
, I think,
because I have no self-control
. We walk into an adjoining room, where a baby grand piano sits in the corner. He seats me on top, sits down, and starts playing my song. I cross my legs and get lost in his playing. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me. He stops after a few minutes, and we are still staring at each other.

“What song are you today?” he asks me. I look up at the ceiling, debating.

“A mixture of
Blister in the Sun
and
Say Goodbye
.” He laughs.

“That’s a mix, but why do we have to say good-bye? I want more of last night.” He walks around the piano, and stands in front of me.

“Grant, you know that’s not going to happen. We live in different states and you travel. This is not going to happen, and I’m OK with that. We had fun while it lasted.” I grab both of his hands in mine to pull him into me. He steps forward, but doesn’t give in. I have to be the rational one. I know this will never go anywhere.

“What if I want to make it last?” he questions me.

“How? You told me yourself your family is always annoyed with you because you are never home. Do you think I will feel any different? And even if I didn’t mind it, I don’t think I want a relationship right now. We don’t even know each other. We just…” My voice trails off.

“I guess you’re right,” he finally says.