Grace for Drowning

"That doesn't surprise me."

She shook her head in disbelief. "Owning one pan is like only owning one pair of underwear."

"Wait, you have more than one pair of underwear?" I deadpanned.

"I know, I know, I have a problem." She began poking through the drawers. "Seriously, there's like one knife in here. Where's the grater? Where are the measuring spoons?"

"Have you tried measuring chicken breast by the spoonful?"

That got a laugh out of her. "That might be tricky."

"I warned you it was going to be bad in here."

"I know. I guess I was just hoping you were exaggerating." She tried her best to look mortified, but there was amusement in there too.

"I wasn't."

"So I see."

I walked over and wrapped her in my arms. "I guess I failed the kitchen test, huh?"

"You failed worse than anyone I've ever met. I'm not sure this will work between us anymore."

"Not even if I bribe you with pizza?"

"That's a start."

We ordered dinner, then moved into the lounge when it arrived to put on a film. Although the Will Ferrel movie we'd missed wasn't out on DVD yet, Grace had found a cam version online — one shot in the theater by a handheld camera. The quality wasn't great for obvious reasons, but there was a kind of charm to watching and hearing everything that was going on in the room.

"Seriously, if that jackass yells at the screen one more time, I'm going to punch him," Grace said.

"You're going to punch the man on the TV?" I asked.

She scowled. "Don't give me that look. I'll find a way!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, this was your idea."

"I know. I guess I didn't realize it would be quite so distracting."

"I kind of like it," I replied. "Makes me feel like I'm back in the theater, minus all the hyperventilating and the freaking out. It's nice to get another shot at the date that wasn't."

"Hey, we made it halfway. That's better than a lot of first dates."

"That's true."

To be honest, I couldn't really focus much on the film anyway. My sofa only seats two, and the way Grace was curled up against me with her head on my lap was doing all sorts of things to my imagination. Soon enough, I couldn't wait anymore. A man can only take so much. I was done playing games.

Sliding a finger under her chin, I tilted her head back until she was staring me in the eyes. My intent must have been clear on my face, because the humor dropped from hers. Her breathing quickened. I loved that I could do that to her with just a look. This wasn't a one way street, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Guiding her into a sitting position, I pulled her close, kissing her gently. There was this incredible urge building inside of me to just tear her clothes off and take her then and there, but I shoved it down. Our first night together had been fast and frantic, but that body begged to be explored. I was going to take my time with her tonight.

Parting her mouth with my tongue, I began teasing her. She smelled so fucking sweet and tasted sweeter; honey and flowers, a delicious feminine scent that set my blood racing. She moaned softly as I drew one of her lips between mine, sucking gently. The tiniest sound from her did ridiculous things to me. I wanted to make her moan like that a thousand times over. I wanted to make her scream.

Wrapping my hands around her I lifted until she was straddling me. I let out a growl of my own as she came to rest on my swollen cock. There was so little between us now. I swear, I could almost feel her wetness soaking through my jeans.

I broke away. She sat there staring up at me with unrestrained lust. The bedroom hair, the flushed cheeks, that swollen little mouth; it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I zoned in on her lips, full and pink. Fucking hell they were sexy. I couldn't help but visualize her on the floor in front of me with that mouth wrapped around my cock.

No. There would be time for that later.