One Hot Secret (Love on Fire)

Then she makes a reluctant noise and pulls away. “I’m being selfish. I know you’re hungry, and here I am just thinking of myself,” Grace says, moving away from me.

“I don’t mind you being selfish.” I try and reach for her, but she steps out of my grasp.

She laughs. “I’ll warm your food; then I can be selfish after you’ve had some dinner.”

“I would have preferred the other way around.”

Seeing Grace in my kitchen when I’d expected her to have run off fills me with a deep sense of contentment. The future is suddenly splashed with color. By refusing to be frightened off, she has opened my mind to endless possibilities. Things I’d never thought were part of my future.

Love. Marriage. A family.

It’s too soon to talk about such things with her, but that is my endgame. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve found the missing part of my puzzle, and I intend to keep it.

She brings over my dinner and pours me a glass of water. “How was your day?” She sits down on the opposite side of the island, out of my reach.

“Good. I met with my costar; I’m sure you’ve heard of her. Skyler.” The gifted but temperamental actress is the only actor in Hollywood who goes by one name. Having her as my costar is almost a guarantee that the movie will be a box office hit.

Grace’s eyes widen. “Oh, wow. Everyone has heard of Skyler and seen her movies. She’s beautiful.”

“She’s good at what she does. We ran a few lines together, and I was happy to see how excited she is for this movie.”

Then Grace frowns. “Isn’t she the one who is rumored to have affairs with all her leading men? I don’t care how beautiful or gifted she is; she had better stay away from my man.”

Seeing her acting all possessive makes me want to carry her upstairs and make love to her. “No chance of that happening. This leading man is very much taken.”

“Good,” Grace says.

“Got any painting done today?” I ask her.

“Yes, I worked all afternoon. It was a nice distraction from all the noise,” she says, and I smile at her adoption of the word ‘noise.’

“Will you let me see it when it’s finished?”

She laughs. “How can I say no when you look so cute asking?”

I frown at her. “That’s not the look I was aiming for.” I get up and carry my plate to the sink. “I need a shower. Care to join me?”

“I’ll pass,” Grace says. “However, I’ll be waiting naked in bed when you’re done with your shower.”

I let out a ragged breath as the vision of her soft body forms in my mind. “What are we waiting for?”

I head straight to the bathroom, ignoring Grace’s laugh. The shower I take has to be the fastest I’ve ever had. In less than ten minutes, I’m strolling back into the bedroom, stark naked and sporting a massive hard-on.

Grace simply stares at me, her gaze moving from my face to my cock. “I would be scared if I didn’t know what pleasure that gives me,” she says, gesturing at my cock.

She throws back the covers to reveal her perfect curvy body.

I gaze at her hungrily, zooming in on her pussy. Suddenly I can’t wait to taste her. Instead of joining her in the bed, I kneel at the edge and pull her until she’s seated at the edge of the bed. I move her further out and push her legs apart, exposing her gleaming pussy. “I want to taste you so badly,” I tell her before I lower my mouth. I don’t waste any time, and I eat out her pussy with the desperation of a man who had spent the day fantasizing of that moment. Her moans are music to my ears, and moments later, she flops back onto the bed as if the pleasure is too much to handle.

I push two fingers in while my tongue flicks her clit. She cries out my name until her voice goes hoarse. Then her muscles clench around my fingers as she comes, her body writhing from side to side.

I stand up, lift her legs onto my shoulders, and slowly push my cock into her slick pussy. It feels like dipping into molten heat. Her ass slaps into my hips with every quick, deep thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries.

“Grace!” So much emotion is packed into her name. This woman has come to mean everything to me in a short time. This is a celebration of what we have and what she is to me. My chest expands with happiness as I look at her, her eyes glazed over with desire.

My woman.

I’ve never felt the need to be proprietorial over a woman, but with Grace, I feel things I’ve never felt before. I want to claim her as mine and tell the whole world.