Take Me I'm Yours (Coffee House Chronicles) (15 page)

Graeme pressed his hand against her abdomen to feel her muscles tighten as she inhaled. A soft moan escaped her lips. He had to do something to distract
his attention from her hot body before he ripped her dress off and fucked her right here.

“You want to see my private collection now?” He flicked her earlobe with his tongue, toying with her earring.

“Are you talking about art?”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Of course. Follow me.”

Taking her hand in his, he led her to the staircase. Prolonging the situation only made things torturous for him, but he was determined to take his time. And the only way he could do that was to show her his loft studio—something he had never shown anyone. He had never shared his art with any of his girlfriends simply because he didn’t think they’d understand.

He flipped on the light to reveal his untidy work space. He found he could only work in a disorderly space—it helped his creative juices. On the drafting table, he had left his sketch book open. The last thing he needed was Marion seeing his sketches. Most of them were of her
. He had started to draw her shortly after meeting her and when he found he needed a little inspiration, he’d sketch her.

Earlier, he had managed to keep her from realizing the painting Jon was trying so valiantly to sell was of her. If she knew he painted her naked from his wild imagination, he wasn’t sure how she’d react. He certainly didn’t need her seeing his sketches
.

Releasing her hand, he walked over and flipped the book closed before she could get a good look at it.

“What’s that?”

“My sketches. I usually start in pencil before I go to the big canvas. Sometimes they come out the same. Sometimes they don’t.”

It wasn’t far from the truth. He had painted Black-Eyed Girl from a sketch he did of Marion. It was one of his first paintings he’d done in oil a few years ago. The only thing he changed was the color of her eyes—an afterthought. He had painted them the same doe brown as hers but then went back later and painted over them. Just to make it not so much like the real Marion.

Frankly, he was shocked she
didn’t know she was looking at herself in that painting.

Marion glanced around the room, hugging her elbows. He could see the goose bumps rising on her arms
.

“I feel like I’m getting a peek inside you. I had no idea who you were.”
She looked awed as she glanced around.

Perhaps not, he thought. But he knew who she was. Beautiful, intelligent, sexy. How could he let her go now that he was so close to having her? This
“friends” business was nothing more than a cover up and they both knew it. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He intended to prove that tonight.

“You know…now that you’ve seen the studio of a master, I can never let you leave.”

Graeme pulled her into his arms, gazing down into those beautiful eyes he had memorized so long ago.

“Why is that? Is it top secret?” She looked up at him through her thick black lashes, making his heart palpitate
.

“All artists work usually is until they’re ready to release it
to the world.” Bending, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her soft scent again and feeling her velvety skin. “I’ve never let anyone up here. Not even Charlotte.”

He didn’t trust her
anymore than he trusted Ethan…and Ethan was his business partner. Mostly he didn’t want her seeing his work and poking fun at him. She tended to do that because she didn’t understand art, nor did she understand how important it was to him.

“So…why am I so special that I get to see your studio?”

She really didn’t know, did she? She really had no idea he had been in love with her for so long. Graeme pulled her closer, feeling her body curve against his.

“I wanted you to see where I work. Where my true passion begins.”

His other passion—Marion—was in his arms.

Graeme cupped her breast. She fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. Not too big, not too small. He gave her a gentle squeeze, kneading her flesh and feeling her. It seemed he had waited f
orever for this moment to come, like he’d waited a lifetime to hold her close and taste her.

But still, he would wait for the perfect moment to take off her dress and make love to her. He kissed her, delving into
her sweet recesses. His tongue explored the outline of her mouth, reveling in the taste, the sensation, the touch. His cock strained against his pants. All he could think about now was burying deep inside her.

Kissing her neck, his hands
played along the length of her zipper. He could imagine the supple skin beneath and wondered if she wore tempting lingerie. His fingers itched to pull it down, to slip inside her warmth and touch her.

“Take me to bed, Graeme.”

Graeme froze, his hand in place, hovering over the zipper pull. Her words had been breathy, seductive, making the blood drain from his head. Like she knew all along he had intended to bed her.

“I want you.” Her face pressed into the curve of his neck. “I want to feel you.”

Not wasting another minute, he grasped her hand and led her down the stairs to his bedroom.

In the past, he had bedded women because he knew they were an easy conquest.
He knew he was being used just as they knew he used them…it was never serious. He wouldn’t waste a moment to strip them and throw them down for a good hard fuck. But not Marion. He didn’t want that for her. He wanted long, slow love play. He wanted to savor the moment, feel every curve of her body against his. Hear every breath, every sigh. And make it last for as long as it possibly could. He’d waited forever for this moment and there was no way in hell he would rush things.

Once inside the bedroom, she stepped away from him and turned. Her face was flushed, the color in her high cheekbones making her all the more beautiful. Her lips were still damp from his kissing. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders
.

Marion reached behind her, pulling down the zipper. He could hear the release of each one of the teeth, building the desire higher and higher inside him. He resisted the urge to reach down and rearrange despite the fact his hard
-on hurt.

She slid her arms out of the sleeves and gave the material a sexy little push, letting it pool at her feet. Creamy white skin against black lace sent him reeling. She had planned this all along.
The very thought she wanted to seduce made him harder. All night she had stood at his side wearing sexy lingerie and waiting, biding her time until the moment was right.

Perhaps they weren’t so different after all.

“You’re beautiful, Marion.”

The most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She made his fantasies come alive at long last.

“Beautiful?” She shook her head in disbelief, so he would have to show her he meant it.

“Mm-hm.”

Beautiful. Tempting. Gorgeous. He wanted her. Now more than ever.

She reached for him, her hands shaking, as she began to unbutton his shirt. So slowly it drove him mad. He watched her perfect slender fingers pushing button after button out of the hole, making her way toward his waistband. Helping her, he jerked the hem of his shirt out of his pants
.

Completely unbuttoned, her hands dived under the material, landing on his chest. She
was warm, inviting. Stripping off his shirt, he reached behind her and flicked open the clasp of her bra, unable to wait another moment to see what was beneath the lacy covering. He wasn’t disappointed.

Taut dusty nipples beckoned him closer and he bent, capturing one in his mouth. Sucking gently, his eyes closed, he savored the moment. A breath shuddered out of her, a small moan escaped her. He moved downward, his hands sliding over the curves of her body. On his way down, he removed her panties, exposing
the perfectly shaped V between her legs with the perfectly trimmed hair.

But he couldn’t stop yet. He had to touch more of her
.

Her calves were rock hard. Her thighs powerful, yet feminine. Graeme was well aware of the firm muscle beneath the smooth skin. Knowing it would delay things further, he took pleasure in rolling down her stockings and removing them one by one. She had beautiful legs
.

Picking one up, he lifted it up. The back of her knee rested comfortably on his shoulder. Her wet secret depths beckoned him as he pulled apart her lips and dipped
in his tongue. Slowly at first, testing, tasting. Marion grasped two handfuls of his hair, pushing him toward her. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit before gently sucking her into his mouth.

When she cried out, he quickened his pace. Using the tip of his tongue, he knew
she was at the brink of orgasm, her hips rocking against his mouth as she moaned softly.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he urged.

He wanted to taste her, wanted to feel her shudder against his mouth. She tasted every bit as sweet as he imagined. Her orgasm exploded against him. Feeling her muscles tighten, he slipped his fingers inside her. Her body contracted around him, squeezing him as she cried out with her pleasure.

Unable to wait another moment, he stood and
leaned her back onto the bed. She went willingly, melting to the mattress as he stripped off his pants and finally freeing his painful erection. He landed on top of her, sliding his hardened length inside her and groaning with his own pleasure.

“God, you feel good.”

And she did. Better than he could ever imagine. Better than any model or bimbo he’d ever fucked before. This was more intense, with more feeling he’d had in a very long time.

Marion wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, rocking against him. He fought against his urge to pound her hard and instead forced himself to go slow. Moving in and out in long slow strokes. But he couldn’t do that for long. His thrust came faster and harder, pushing deep inside her as she gasped for breath, clutching him to her
.

Graeme’s mouth covered hers, their tongues tangling in an oral duel. She moaned that sexy deep moan right into his mouth.
Another orgasm exploded against him, this time around his cock as she came. She shuddered hard against him and he was moments away from letting go.

He quickly pulled out of her and landed on the bed next to her. His chest rose and fell from exertion. He had never felt so exhilarated in all his life. So alive and free. Having Marion naked beside him was better than selling any old painting.

“Why’d you stop?”

She sounded disappointed and he couldn’t blame her. He wanted to finish deep inside her but he also didn’t want the consequences. He wasn’t ready for children. He hadn’t bothered to put on a condom for his own selfish reasons. He wanted to feel Marion without that rubber barrier. He wanted to feel every velvety inch inside her.

“Because if I hadn’t we might have a little problem in about nine months.”

Marion rolled to her side and her hand landed on his chest. She ran her fingers through the hair, then over the line running the length of his abdomen
.

“So you want to take care of that and go again?”

Hearing her say the words made his cock hard again. And did he ever. He planned to wear her out before dawn.

“Baby, I like the way you think.”

Chapter Eleven

Marion awoke
in the pre-dawn hours to find Graeme spooned against her. He had his arm around her, holding her close, his regulated breathing in her ear. She felt deliciously warm and comfortable. The only other sound in the loft apartment was that of the central air conditioning, a white noise against Graeme’s soft breathing.

She sighed.

She could totally get used to this. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t last. Maybe this was it and it was only a onetime thing. At least it had been a fantastic onetime thing if that were the case.

But she hoped not.

The night had gone quickly. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was lying on her back with her eyes closed and Graeme tracing the outline of her face. His nimble fingers going over every curve and tracing every line. As if he were drawing her in his mind’s eye. It made her feel treasured, like the pièce de résistance of his entire collection.

Before that…oh…much more before that their bodies intertwined in ways she didn’t know were humanly possible
.

She
grinned in the darkness, remembering. At first their love play was frantic and fast and then things slowed down. Slow and easy. Calm. Serene. As if they were the only two people left in the world. As if time stood still for them.

She never wanted it to end, even though she knew it would and very soon. Her muscles were delightfully sore and in all the right places. Maybe she could get breakfast out of him. After all, the Bitter End and the Bonjour Café were within walking distance of his apartment.

His hand slipped over her hip and down her thigh as far as he could reach. Then back up again. Something else came to her attention and it was clear he was awake, even if his eyes weren’t open yet.