Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

I gripped the sides of her head, burying my fingers in her hair, and I guided her down onto me, wanting to test myself, see how long I could let her suck. The slickness of her tongue eased down my cock and I gritted my teeth, knowing this was going to be torture.

Knowing I was going to love every fucking second of it.

I had a mouth full of Grant and I had never felt more powerful in my entire life. It had been impulse to sit down, but now I loved that I had. He was gripping my hair so hard, the strands tugged at the roots, pain occasionally flaring, and he was completely silent. Which told me he was using every shred of self-control to stay that way. Like he didn’t trust himself not to explode.

Enclosing his shaft with my hand, I took the full length of him over and over, as his hard cock grew slicker and slicker. He was so hard I had to work to open myself for him, and I could feel the unleashed power behind him. His thighs were clenched, his grip growing tighter with each pass. He wanted to drive his cock into my mouth, that was clear. Take over. Get dirty and rough and possessive. Part of me wanted to let him. Part of me wanted to use this to hold him just slightly away from me before we both fell head over ass into something neither one of us could predict would work.

It was scary as hell.

Which is why I didn’t want to look into his eyes. Those stunning green eyes that had known a lifetime of reserve, and not much love.

Because I loved him and I was afraid for him to see that.

I wanted this. Him and me and hot, sexy nights.

Forever.

That’s when I knew that he needed to let go, just as much as I did.

Nostrils flaring, I pulled back. I stared up the length of his muscular chest. “Would it be crazy if I said that I’m falling in love with you?” I whispered, going for broke. Maybe that made me ordinary, as Gigi has called me.

Maybe it made me stupid.

But I was always a woman who went for what she wanted.

Grant said it was real and I believed him.

He tensed and his grip on my hair loosened. He shook his head slowly. “Not crazy at all. Because I’m falling in love with you too.”

He pulled me to my feet, our warm skin brushing close. Grant’s gaze met mine and he cupped my cheeks, kissing me softly. With a tenderness that made me want to cry.

“Leah, Leah, and Leah,” he said.

I laughed softly. “That’s my name.”

But he shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. Leah. My favorite in any category.”

My heart squeezed. “I feel the same way.”

“Actually,” he said. “There are no categories. There’s only you.”

I might as well have melted. That’s the way I felt. No longer flesh, no longer bone. Just liquid and spilling over outside of myself. Without any thought from me a sound came out of my mouth, one of passion and desperation, that had Grant lifting me up by the hips and wrapping me around his legs.

We kissed with tangled tongues and hot pants of love and desperation. He gripped my ass and I clung to his neck. I had my panties on still and I rose up and down, urgently grinding against his cock, wanting more, wanting everything. My nipples brushed against his hard chest, goose bumps racing down my arms.

Grant tore aside the scrap of lace that was my panties and rocked up into me with a surge that had me gasping for air. All that hot hard cock deep inside my wet and welcoming body was everything I could ever want. He took me fast, urgently, and I held his shoulders, head back, soft cries escaping before I could stop them.

My orgasm had me clawing at Grant with my fingernails, voice rising on a careening moan of sheer pleasure. My inner walls held on to him, and I was shocked at the power of it. Before I could recover, Grant dropped me on the bed without breaking our connection. He started to move inside me again, one palm next to my head, eyes boring into mine.

Emotion swelled up in my chest and I felt like I could cry. My body was on fire with passion, another orgasm swelling on the heels of the first, and my heart was overwhelmed.

“I love you,” he said.

Any sense of holding back shattered with those words. He wasn’t falling in love. He was saying he loved me.

My instinct was to close my eyelids against the intensity of Grant, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to see what was in his pale green eyes and remember this forever.

“I love you, too,” I said, lifting my hips to meet him.