Making You Mine (The Moreno Brothers 5)
Sal opened the bottle and poured them both half a glass. Grace took the glass he handed her. “Does that mean I get two of these?”
Sal laughed. “No, that is a glass of wine. You know that, Ms. Superstar Bartender.”
Grace smirked, taking a sip of the wine, hopeful that it would calm her nerves. Sal sat down in the chair next to her and held his glass out. “To good times.”
Grace clinked his glass with hers, feeling a blend of excitement and nerves accumulating inside her. “May there be many more.”
“Oh, there will be, Gracie. I promise.”
He leaned in and kissed her before sipping his wine. Grace sipped her own. When they were done, Sal set both their glasses down and Grace did feel a little calmer. He stood up and held his hand out. “Come on.”
She stood, thinking they were headed to the tent but instead, he walked toward the house. “Where are we going? I thought we were sleeping in the tent.
“Oh, we are. But we gotta shower first. You don’t wanna go to bed with all that chlorine on your skin. You’ll itch in the morning.”
Grace swallowed hard. She’d been mentally preparing herself to be in bed with him, but in the shower?
They walked into his bedroom. He’d given her the grand tour her first night there and she’d immediately fallen in love with his bedroom. Most of the other ones were empty but his was well decorated. Just like the stockroom at the restaurant, his exquisite taste in décor and attention to detail was evident in the furniture he chose and the decorations that adorned his room.
The master bathroom in his bedroom was bigger than Grace’s front room and kitchen combined. The shower alone had two shower heads and the marble on the wall must’ve cost a fortune.
Sal opened the door to the shower and started the water. He turned to Grace who stared at the water. “You can do this alone if you’re more comfortable that way or…” his eye fell into that smoldering gaze that always made her knees week and he smiled, “there’s enough room for both of us in there.”
Since they were both still in their bathing suits, Sal wore only his trunks. Grace walked in the shower taking him with her. Once under the shower Sal took her in his arms, running his hands freely over her wet body like he’d done all day in the pool. He kissed her softly as the water splashed over them.
Grace could feel it building, the same warmth she always felt in the pit of her belly begin to manifest throughout the rest of her body. Her heart sped up when she felt him undo the strings of her bikini top. First the ones on behind her neck and once her br**sts were free of her top’s hold, she felt him take a deep breath. He brought his hands around and cupped her br**sts in them, caressing them softly before pulling his lips away from hers and leaned down bringing one to his mouth.
Her breath caught at the sensation of his tongue on her nipple and she struggled not to pant. She undid the strings around her back taking the top off completely and let it drop on the floor. Taking a step back to support herself against the wall, she flinched at the feel of the cold marble against her back.
“You okay?” Sal asked, pulling away from her breast for a moment.
She nodded but refused to speak afraid he might hear just how aroused she was. He went back to sucking her other breast and his free hands made its way down to her bikini bottom, pulling it down on one side. “Lets get this off,” he whispered against her breast. She helped pulling down the other side. Once all the way down her legs, she stepped out of them and he pulled back to look at her, completely naked now.
With her own breathing labored now, she stood trying to control her emotions, as his eyes took her in slowly from top to bottom. “God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her this time with even more passion, pressing his erection against her. His hand slid all the way down her stomach and with his knee spread her legs.
Feeling his fingers between her legs made her moan, remembering the night in the Jacuzzi. He pulled away from her and stared in her eyes as his fingers spread her. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts,” he whispered.
She nodded, her eyes closing as she felt his finger begin to enter. Expecting to feel discomfort, she waited for it but he slipped in and it felt so good she moaned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You okay?”
“Yes.” She finally spoke.
He slipped in and out a few times then pulled his hand away and hugged her instead. “God, I can’t stand it anymore.” He pulled away and reached for the shampoo that sat on the shower rack. He squeezed some in his hand then held it out to for her. Grace held her hand out, palm open, surprised at the interruption. He poured some in her palm. “You drive me crazy, Gracie. Let’s just finish showering and get out of here. I want you in my bed.”
Gracie couldn’t even concentrate on washing her hair, thinking of his last sentence. After rinsing off her conditioner, she opened her eyes and froze. He stood under the other showerhead, rinsing off. He’d taken his trunks off. She’d seen naked men in pictures plenty of time. Joey had a whole calendar of them. But to be this close to one in person took her breath away. It didn’t help that his body was right up there with those models in Joey’s calendar.
Her eyes went from bottom to top, stopping at some of the most essential places. It wasn’t until her eyes made it all the way up to his big chest and the strong shoulders she’d indulged in touching all day that she noticed him watching her—watching him.
“You ready?”