CHAPTER TWENTY
Grace
The romantic movie only lasted five minutes before Grace straddled Dorian on his couch. She couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. Probably exactly what he’d intended when he chose that flick for their stay-at-home date. It worked.
Threading her fingers through his slick hair soothed away her earlier anger, and sparked a new fervor. She still tasted the savory red wine on his tongue, massaging hers against it, in time with her grinding on his lap.
His hands gripped her dress, now hiked up above her thighs. Then he slowly pulled the zipper down along her skin. His fingers traced soft circles on her lower back, sending a lightning current to her core. Heating up her center to a throbbing need.
Grace dragged her nails down his neck and across his shoulders, and he moved down her body to caress her thighs.
His touch electrified her.
The more he gave, the more she craved.
When she grabbed his rigid length though his pants, he growled. Dorian had his belt unbuckled and zipper pulled down in three seconds flat.
She nibbled his ear, sucking in and teasing the soft lobe with her tongue.
In a quick move, he reached under her dress, grabbed her panties, and yanked hard. The fabric ripped, and slipped off in his hand.
Her heart hammered into overdrive. His raw power stole her breath. “Damn.”
“Exactly,” Dorian replied, his voice husky and dripping with tension. A wild look crossed his eyes, animalistic and intoxicating, directed solely on her.
Thunder rumbled outside, low and distant. Rain pattered against the windows, a soothing curtain against the world.
He lifted her off his lap with the ease of a kitten, and smothered her lips with his own, pushing her into the cushion.
The connection was hot, searing, and over way too quickly.
“Don’t you dare move.” His gaze pinned her to the couch.
“Or what?” she grinned.
Dorian stood, and disappeared down the hall.
Grace bit her lip, letting a smile take over her face.
That was a challenge.
By the time he returned, she’d already moved to the dining room table. Sitting on the edge, her legs open wide. Just for him.
A flash lit up the windows from outside, and his form appeared in the hallway. Dark, intimidating, and completely naked.
The thundering crack followed seconds later, and she nearly swallowed her tongue, instead of the other way around as Grace had intended.
His glorious erection stood at full height. The tip skimmed his lower abs, his body so toned and defined, like an ancient Greek sculpture. Come to life.
“You broke my rule.”
She chuckled. “That wasn’t a rule. And I never said I would obey.”
His smile turned devilish, and he ripped the condom packet open in his hand. The rain barraged the windows and roof, hard and menacing.
Grace crooked her finger at him, letting her playful smile take a wicked turn.
Dorian slowly approached, assessing whether he was the predator or the prey. His gaze dropped to the junction between her thighs, and his pupils darkened. He licked his lips. Hungry and determined.
Definitely the predator.
When he was close enough, she grabbed the sheath from his fingers, and hooked her leg around his thigh. Pulling him in with her calf, she fused her lips to his.
He claimed her mouth, and pulled her hips forward, sliding against the table’s smooth surface. Tingles raced along her limbs, taking as much from his tongue as he took from hers.
More lightning flared in her peripheral vision, but Grace couldn’t hear the thunder anymore. Just her own heartbeat between her ears.
With sure and needy fingers, she slid the condom on, relishing in his little gasp from taking her time over his silky skin.
Dorian fisted the hair at her nape, and pulled tight, tilting up her head. Another flash of lightning lit up his face, and ripped the breath from her lungs. The desire on his face, raw and primal, kicked her heart rate into a gallop.
Energy sparked between them that had nothing to do with the storm outside.
“I want to watch you first.” He slipped his fingers between her legs, and caressed her slit. Gentle and slow, relentlessly smoothing over her clit. He slid two digits inside her, up to the first knuckle, then to the second knuckle.
Meanwhile, his thumb circled the little nub, coiling her desire tighter. Her body twitched under his attention, and she gripped onto his shoulder to keep her balance.
“You’re especially good at that,” she panted.
“I take care of what I value. And whom I value.” He pulled her dress down from her shoulder, revealing her Cabernet colored bra. Ducking his head, he buried his face in her cleavage, licking along her skin.
Grace’s heart skipped. His mouth was so hot and searing, the room spun over her head. She gripped a chunk full of his hair, and pulled up his head. “Sometimes hard and fast is just as good.” She wrapped her legs around his ass. Then, with a firm hold on his dick, she positioned him at her entrance, and pulled him in.
Dorian swore under his breath as her body adjusted to his length. Stretching, and throbbing around him.
She lifted her hips to squeeze him in deeper, and he grabbed her ass to slam home. Grace gasped.
He pulled out again, to the very tip, scraping her wetness across her nub, then in again at full force. Her hands searched across the table for something to hold onto, but her fingers found only the edges.
Her lover increased the tempo, using her ass to keep her steady, and the leverage he needed to pump in and out.
The sweet tension in her core kept building with every thrust. Just like the muscles in his abs tightened and flexed with every move. The tattoo along his arm seemed to move in time with his pounding.
Dorian was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
And he wanted her. Had his lustful eyes glued to her like she was the only thing in existence. His sweet and kind nature out of the bedroom made his dark, animalistic side behind closed doors that much more erotic.
She rocked into him, her breasts moving up and down with his fast strokes. They throbbed with need, and she grabbed them to hold them in place.
He growled, and wrapped his hand over hers. Fingers interlaced, he pulled down the fabric, revealing one straining, pink nipple.
“Jesus, Grace. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he rasped, his voice so husky her heart skipped. “Don’t ever cover these.” He grabbed the other, and pulled it down, letting both of her breasts bounce with free reign on every thrust.
Her entire body had free reign. Lying across the dining room table like his personal feast. She had no idea how things were going to end up between them, but tomorrow didn’t matter.
Just this connection, this submersion in pleasure she’d never experienced.
Dorian grazed a hand down her chest, along her smooth belly, and lower on her abdomen, until her reached her sex. His thumb circled her clit in time with his drive, and her inner tension quadrupled.
Climbing higher, until her gasps turned to moans rising up the octave with each heartbeat. Heat flushed her face, and she held onto the edge of the table.
Through the most thrilling, stimulating ride of her life.
“Yes…for the love of God, don’t stop,” Grace screamed.
“Not a chance, baby,” he breathed.
On his next lunge, she collapsed around him. Her whole body trembled, and she squeezed her legs around his waist. Wave after wave of her climax crashed over her, leaving her limbs tingling.
“Nothing hotter than that look right there,” Dorian managed, as his pumps grew jerky. Sweat covered his brow and he sucked her taut pink nipple into his mouth.
Her body twitched, and he chuckled. Watching his hips grind into her was almost as big a turn-on as his devilish smile.
Until he climaxed. Exploding over her in repeated spasms that left her just as breathless. The ultimate turn-on.
“I’m never getting rid of this table, ever.”
Grace fought to catch her breath. “Just don’t ask me to eat off this thing until it’s sanitized.”
He kissed her as he laughed, rumbling through her body.
The man was as delicious as he was talented.
After all this time, she never realized she was this starved.
Dorian was an all-she-could-eat buffet.
Dorian
That night, Grace lay tucked in his arms under the covers in his room. Her heart beat steady and slow against his chest, like a metronome on his soul.
Tomorrow, tabloids would probably have more crap in their headlines about this weird trio, between her, Dorian, and Ruben, but he didn’t care about any of that. None of them had the whole truth. The whole truth was…
I love her.
As the word mingled in his mind, her lilac perfume drifted over him. Grace shifted under the sheets. A calm, pleased sigh escaped her lips, and he couldn’t help but smile.
Good dreams.
He’d ached for those.
Finally, he had one. In his arms.
Which meant he’d have to work on a new career.
Something with less attention, and proof that there was, and always would be, only one woman in his life he wanted to please.
To show her her true value.
Grace is it.
Tomorrow, he’d give his notice to Duane, and end his career as a Knight. Find a new job. Begin a whole new life with the angel from 9C.
The angel now welcoming him into a new heaven.
Tomorrow.