“Actually, Levi and I talked.”
Her eyes widen, and for a second, I’m worried they’ll fall out of her head. “You did?”
I nod. “He says he’s fine.”
She gnaws her bottom lip, and my eyes linger on her mouth. “Oh. And what do you think?”
I shrug. I really want to suck that bottom lip.
“My eyes are up here, Sol,” she teases with a chuckle.
I sigh and lift my head to meet her gaze. “I don’t know. He seems fine. He sounds fine.” Her brows dip down in a frown. I reach up to smooth the lines on her forehead with my fingers. “Don’t worry. Ivan will keep an eye on him.”
We stay silent for several minutes while Friends continues to play. My hand drops to her arm, stroking up and down. God, her skin is so soft, and she smells amazing.
“When are you moving to the new apartment?” she asks.
“Hopefully in time for spring break. There are a few things that need to be fixed.”
She snuggles into my chest just the way I like it. “I can’t wait to see how it looks when it’s done.”
“I can’t wait to show you around.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively. She giggles, and honest to God, that sound is like an aphrodisiac. My body fires up just thinking how it’d feel to bury myself inside her. How I’ve missed feeling that spark of being surrounded by her.
“Yeah?” She wiggles her behind, and her breath hitches, aware of my hard dick prodding her back.
“Yeah.” Leaning down, I kiss the soft skin behind her ear. She gasps and shivers. “You smell good.” I lick the shell of her ear and move my hand from around her waist up across to squeeze one of her breasts. Then I kiss her shoulder, nudging the thin strap of her top down with my nose.
“Hmm,” she murmurs, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. “You feel so good.”
“Want to make out? MJ’s still at Ivan’s. I promise I’ll keep my jeans on.”
“You better. Otherwise, you might find yourself sleeping out in the hallway.”
Grace grins, her eyes full of mischief as she cups my jaw in her palm, then trails her thumb along my bottom lip, before sliding her fingers to rest them on my chest above my heart. We stare at each other, our heads shifting closer, closer until our noses brush.
Her hand leaves my chest to wrap her fingers around the hair at the nape of my neck. She lifts her leg and wraps it around my hip, careful not to jostle my injured one, and shifts closer.
“Is this okay? Am I hurting you?” she whispers.
“No.” I groan under my breath, a shiver wracking through my body. “You make me feel good.”
“Can I kiss you?” She asks the same question she asked me the summer when my life completely changed.
Framing her face in my hands, I tug her up and whisper, “God, yes,” before slamming my lips to hers. Immediately, she opens up for me. Her tongue dancing with mine. She tastes like the boxed wine she drank when I got here thirty minutes ago.
“You taste like grapes,” I mumble against her lips.
“You taste like mint. I love it.” My hips jerk automatically, trying to get closer to the warmth emanating between her legs. As if sensing my need, her hand skates down to press against my crotch.
“God, I’ve missed you. I’m going to come if you keep doing that. You need to stop before I come in my underwear,” I growl under my breath, forcing my eyes shut.
I feel her hand cup my dick, then squeeze. My vision turns blurry. Blood pumps in my ears. I feel like I’m about to explode. “Gracie,” I pant.
“Yes?” She blinks up at me—courage and uncertainty dancing in her eyes. She’s waiting for something. “What do you want, Sol? Tell me.”
I suck air through my mouth, trying to control the need to rip her clothes off like a savage and sink into her. Whoa. I need to rein it in. Her grip on me relaxes, and her hand starts to move away from my crotch.
“Do it,” I croak. Desperate.
She licks her lips. “You sure?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
The sound of a zipper being pulled down shatters the silence, and my eyes snap open. I’m breathing hard, waiting to see what she does next.
“Lift your hips,” she says. I do as I’m told.
After she pulls my jeans to my thighs, she makes quick work of pulling me out of my boxers without pulling them down to my knees. Reaching for my shirt, she pushes it up my chest. I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, tossing it aside. Her hands roam my naked torso, and when her hand grazes my tattoo she stops, looking up at me with glassy eyes.
I cup her jaw. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
She sniffles and shakes her head. “No.” She rushes to assure me. “I just . . . I love you so much, you know? Sometimes, it overwhelms me.”
“I know the feeling.” I glance down at my chest, at the words I got permanently etched in to my skin. “Grace, first & last. My beginning and my end.” Grasping Grace’s hand that rests there, I move it to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “When I got this tattoo, I was in so much pain I could hardly function. I knew then that I would never get you out of my system.”
A small smile flashes across her face. She kisses one side of my jaw, then the other side before kissing my lips, long and slow. Nipping at my bottom lip, she pushes me back onto the pillows.
“Lie back,” she orders before leaning down to kiss my sternum, then trails kisses on my chest, rolling her tongue around one nipple and sucking it, then doing the same to the other one.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell her in a breathless voice. She shakes her head.
“Just lie there and enjoy,” she mutters against my skin, the cool puffs of air from her mouth making me shiver.
I watch her as she kisses a trail down my abs, down, down, down until she stops at the scar. Without warning, her lips press on the sensitive skin there. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. My thighs flex, my balls tighten with the need to release and my entire body shivers.
I squeeze my eyes tight and release the breath lodged in my throat. “Ah, Gracie.”
“Is this okay?” she asks, sounding uncertain.
My eyes pop open and meet her worried ones. “It’s . . .” I trail off trying to come up with the right words. “It’s different and good. The nerves there are more sensitive, I guess.”
The uncertainty clears and she grins. “Good to know.” Then she lowers her head, her lips hovering at the tip of my dick, then peeks at me through her lashes as her fingers wrap around me and squeeze lightly.
“Harder,” I growl. She takes me into her mouth, and Jesus. I slap a hand over my eyes. “Oh, fuck. I’m going to die.”
She chuckles. The sound vibrates against my dick, and there’s no way I’m going to hold back much longer.
Pulling my hand back, I glance down at her, sucking me.
She pulls back to ask, “You good?”
Christ, yes. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I nod, my hand automatically going behind the back of her head. She slides me back into her mouth and takes me as deep as she can. Then she’s choking and pulling back, tears springing in her eyes.