Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. That’s tough.”
Grant was quiet for a moment, and then looked up at me. “Thank you. Like you said, it doesn’t take Freud to figure out why I haven’t had many healthy relationships with women since then. I didn’t lie. I made a point of making sure they understood I wasn’t looking for love. I guess we both have trust issues.”
I nodded. “I appreciate your honesty. But is that what you want from me, too? I’m incredibly attracted to you. I might be okay with a sex-only relationship if that’s all you truly want. Though I could also see myself falling for you, Grant. So I’d appreciate you being up front about what you’re looking for.”
He tugged my hand and guided me to move from sitting next to him to sitting on his lap. He cradled my face between his hands and spoke into my eyes. “I want more with you. But I’m not sure what I’m capable of, Ireland. I won’t promise you something I’m uncertain I can deliver. Yet I’d like to try to make this work.”
His words weighed heavy on my chest. It made me sad for him that he seemed to think he was incapable of love.
I forced a smile. “Thank you for your honesty. I guess every relationship has a risk to it. So we’ll just take it one day at a time and see where it goes.”
Grant nodded, though he didn’t seem too sure of himself.
“How did we get from porn to our fucked-up lives?” I asked.
He smiled. “I don’t know, but I’d definitely prefer to go back to talking about how you like to watch a woman give head.”
I play-smacked his chest. “Of course you would.”
Grant crooked his finger at me. “Come here.”
I’d been sitting on his lap and now lifted one leg to straddle him. Settling, I moved my face close enough that our noses were touching. “Where? Here?”
He gripped the back of my neck and spoke with his lips pressed to mine. “Right here. Exactly right here.”
We made out like two horny teenagers after that. When our kiss broke, he tugged my hair to expose my throat and buried his face in my neck. He kissed and licked and bit his way up to my ear.
“Tell me, Ireland. Is it just women you like to see give oral? Because I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and have you watch me lick you.”
“Oh, God.” I loved the sound of that. My body was already on fire from this kiss, and I could feel his erection pushing against my swollen clit. I might only have to move back and forth a few times to get myself off if he kept talking like that in my ear. I was this close to doing just that…until a voice interrupted the moment.
“This looks better than the one I watched in Aladdin. Think I’ll make some popcorn.”
I jumped at the sound of Mia’s voice. Literally. I jumped off Grant’s lap, into the air, and landed on my ass on the floor. I rubbed my backside. “Jesus, Mia. You scared the crap out of me.”
She chuckled. “I wasn’t quiet when I came in. You were just too engrossed in what you were doing.” She waved her hand at us. “Carry on. Pretend I’m not here. I’m going to bed, anyway.”
Grant extended a hand and helped me from the floor.
“I assumed you were sleeping at Christian’s,” I said.
“Nah. I’m making him stay celibate for the two weeks before our wedding.”
I laughed. “Poor Christian. A bridezilla that won’t put out.”
Mia stuck her tongue out at me. “Goodnight, lovebirds.”
Once she was gone, I sat back down on the couch next to Grant. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine. Probably a good thing she walked in. You want to take it slow, and between the way you looked tonight in that dress, knowing you have a porn collection, and that kiss, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself much longer. I think that was my cue to get going.”
I wanted to tell him to stay in the worst way, tell him to come back to my room with me and I’d show him all the techniques I’d picked up from watching those videos. But he was right. If things didn’t slow down, I would be the one to get hurt. That much I knew.
So I nodded. “Okay. Thank you again for coming with me. Would you…be my date for the wedding next Saturday night?”
He leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’d love that.”
I walked him to the door and opened it, but stalled at saying goodbye. “Where is your trip this week?”
“The east coast.”
“Okay. Text me if you have time.”
His eyes roamed my face. “I’ll make time.”
My stomach did a little somersault. The oddest things gave me that warm, mushy feeling. Grant kissed me goodnight, and I smiled and shut the door. But a few seconds later, there was a knock again. Just like last time, I figured he’d forgotten something.