“I got it,” he says as he follows me into my small kitchen.
“Maybe we should have done this at your house,” I ponder as I watch him unload the bag. There’s fresh bread, deli meats and cheeses, and guacamole.
“This is a meal that we can make anywhere,” he assures me with a grin. “Plus, I know you are busy and didn’t want to burden you.”
“Burden me? You’re the one trying to finish an album.”
He shrugs. “And we will.” He rifles through my cabinets and finds a pan. “Do you like grilled cheese?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re about to have something even better,” he declares as he butters slices of bread and places them in the pan. He loads the paninis with various sliced cheeses and smoked turkey slices.
I pour us glasses of wine and take a seat at the small nook in my kitchen. “Can I help with anything?”
“Nope, this will be ready in a minute. Just spread some guacamole on top and voilà, my world-famous sandwiches.”
I laugh. “World famous, huh?”
He winks. “Well, LA famous anyhow.”
“I didn’t know your family made so many world-famous foods.”
He chuckles as he slides my sandwich onto a plate and cuts it diagonally. I take the plate from him and follow his instructions with the spread before taking a bite. He stands waiting for my verdict.
I hum my appreciation. “You weren’t fucking kidding, this is amazing,” I declare.
He leans down and kisses me. “Don’t make sounds like that, or I won’t let you finish eating it,” he growls as he nips at my lower lip.
“Maybe I want that,” I whisper as I look into his eyes. I’m not one to rush going to bed with a guy, but I’ve been struggling to find reasons not to for the last week. Every time we mess around, it takes all my willpower to not force him to do all the dirty things he whispers in my ear. And for some weird reason, he’s restrained himself. It’s the opposite of the rock star persona.
He pecks my cheek and pulls back. “Let’s eat first. I’m famished and I want to talk to you.”
“Uh-oh. That’s never a good sign,” I say hesitantly as I take another bite.
“It’s not bad, I promise.” He finishes making his sandwich and takes a seat on the other stool. After taking a bite, he looks at me. “I talked to my mom about my half brother.”
My eyes widen as I set my sandwich down. “When? What did she say? Was she alright?” I question.
He holds up a hand. “It’s OK. It turns out she knew about my dad’s affair but not his son. We spoke to our publicists and have a game plan. Now, I just need to contact him. I’m going to say I have some information about his father and want to meet with him at this resort nearby.”
“That’s great, Grady.”
“I hope it will be. I’m nervous,” he admits. I reach under the table and squeeze his knee.
“It’ll be alright. You’ll see. And at the very least, you’ll have answers.”
He nods, taking our plates and placing them in the sink.
“Now, about dessert…” He trails off as he places some chocolate syrup on the counter. I eye him suspiciously. He saunters over to me. “Hold out your hand.”
I comply and he pours a little syrup on my finger and then sucks it off slowly. I’ve never felt so completely on fire with need in my life. Every nerve ending lights up as his tongue circles my finger.
“I need to taste more,” he says in a low gravelly voice. He doesn’t have to ask twice. I pop up from my seat, grab his hand, and pull him into my tiny bedroom. A frenzy of removing clothing begins once we are inside, until we’re in our underwear, panting as we gaze at each other’s bodies.
“Fuck, you are perfect,” he hums as he steps forward and runs a hand down my side. I shiver from his touch and his absolutely penetrating stare.
“I want to see all of you,” I demand, my voice stronger than my nerves. I’ve had dreams about seeing this man naked for days now. I can’t fathom waiting a moment longer.
“As you wish,” he says, and I grin at the movie quote from The Princess Bride.
He slowly lowers his boxer briefs and my eyes widen. Oh. My. Fucking. God. His smirk speaks for itself.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
“Oh yeah.”
He laughs and steps forward. “My turn,” he says. I unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. I hear him suck in a breath. He steps forward again, but I step back, hooking my thumbs in my panties, I shimmy out of them, kicking them to the side. Normally, I’d feel reserved at this moment, but right now, I’m feeling bold.
Once I’m free of all my clothes, he steps forward again. I don’t move this time. He comes up close to me, and I feel his erection against my belly.
“Are you sure you want to…” He trails off as he runs a hand over my hip.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine and it’s like he’s unlocked something. I wrap my arms around his neck and hop up, wrapping my legs around his waist. One of his hands comes under me, supporting my weight as our tongues seek and explore. I start rubbing my core against him and he groans, but I don’t stop, I need more. I’ve been starved of this feeling for far too long.
I feel him move us and then I’m falling as he slowly lowers us onto my bed.
I release my monkey grip around him and sink to my mattress, letting his weight press me firmly down.
His hands begin to explore me, my breasts, my thighs. He places his knee between my legs, forcing my legs to separate. I spread them wider, wanting to feel him there.
His movements become languid and relaxed as he skims the flesh on the inside of my thigh. I squirm, wanting to feel him between my legs.
“Don’t rush it. We have all night,” he murmurs as he lays wet kisses on my neck. I arch up and he leans down, biting the top of my breast before sucking on a nipple. I moan.
His hand begins to inch farther up and my entire body trembles with anticipation as a single finger finds my core. He strokes me there, spreading my wetness.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as I arch again, seeking more of his touch.
He doesn’t speak, just continues to kiss my body as one finger slides inside me. My head falls back against my pillow at the overwhelmingly amazing feeling. He adds a second finger, working it in slowly, spreading me open.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he groans in between kissing me.
I blindly reach over to my nightstand, fumbling with a drawer. I had been so wrapped up in the idea of sex with Grady that I may have bought condoms last week.
I toss one at him and he stops, glancing down to see the small foil packet. He grins at me.
“Well, aren’t you the Girl Scout,” he laughs, but his face quickly morphs to one of pleasure as I reach out and grip his cock. He rips open the packet and makes quick work of the condom.
He braces himself over me and I spread my legs more, making room for him. I’m surprised when instead of slamming into me, he leans down and kisses me, a gentle kiss and leisurely kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth as my pelvis seeks to find his erection. He grins against my lips.