Chapter 14: So Soft

"Don't worry about it. It makes me feel better knowing I affect you just as much as you affect me, " Grant smirked.

"So you were thinking about me naked?" I fished.

"How could I not? Letty, I haven't stopped thinking about you naked since you popped up from behind that bar, hugging a bottle of tequila and victory dancing." The desire in his eyes and the slightly sexy grin caused liquid heat to pool. How am I so turned on by this man? I bit my lip, wanting so much to have this man in a bed again. He leaned forward, "You just have to ask."

"I want you."

His demeanor shifted instantly to the dominant and confident man I'd been with the first time. Grant's jaw set as he swallowed loudly, "That wasn't a question."

I chewed on my cheek to make my brain work again. Julio arrived with the bill, and Grant pulled out his wallet. The Hot Shots logo was so familiar that I laughed at my drunken shelf for not recognizing it last time. The reminder of money seemed to be what my brain needed to jumpstart. My eyebrows pulled together as I reached for my purse. " It's my treat for crashing your downtime."

"Hell will be frozen over before I let my date pay for my food." Grant grumbled as Julio took away his card.

"Hey, I'm a modern woman, at least let me pay for my half."

Grant chuckled, "Does that line actually work?"

I blushed, "it has before."

"Then those guys were idiots."

I leaned back, offended, "What? Do you think a woman shouldn't pay for her food? Next, you will tell me that my pretty little head couldn't handle a bank account."

"No." His eyes pin me to my seat. "I think there is an equal partnership in any relationship, even one as new as a date. You provided an incredible experience, so it's my contribution to pay for the meal."

"That sounds like prostitution." I snarl.

"No. I have no expectations. This isn't an exchange by any means," Grant states. His expression is so straightforward that I know this isn't a gender thing at all; it's a respect thing.

"So if you pick the date experience, then I will get to pay." I challenged.

"Yes." Grant's look made my chest heave, trying to catch my breath. He looked like he could devour me right here and right now, "I do have wants and wishes regarding how this night will end, but I won't expect or force it."

I gulped before my voice came out breathy, "How do you want this night to end?"

Grant's smile was nervous, "With you in a bed, moaning my name."

Julio returned the card and gave me a quick side hug, promising to let his uncle know I'd been by. Again, when we stood to leave, Grant's hand rested on my back. I loved the warmth that spread from his fingers to my back, even through my clothing.

As we walked out the front doors, I grabbed Grant's arm. I didn't want this night to end, and the warmth from his skin on my fingertips felt like lightning straight to my core. I wanted to have another night with him, one I could remember. When Grant's eyes met mine, and the heat mirrored my own, I asked, "Your place or mine?"

I did it. I asked the question we both wanted me to ask. He gave a sexy yet lazy grin, "Well, I'm between hotels right now because a maid let in some superfan, so you pick."

"Mine, then." I put my hand on the side of his face and pulled him to me, my lips just a breath away from his. "I want to fully remember this night without you running off in the morning."

He grunted, then closed the distance between us, his lips claiming mine and stealing my breath. He slanted his lips, taking the kiss deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his whole body against mine. Grant's arms snaked around my back and yanked my hips against his, arching my back as our kiss intensified. A high-pitched giggle broke us apart.

Grant's forehead pressed to mine as two women drunkenly stumble out of a nearby bar. Our panting breaths mixed in the dimly lit sidewalk. I was already so far gone for this man. My brain is screaming for me to end this here. I should go home alone and give myself time to mourn my marriage, to be single, and to experience dating again. As an independent woman, I should not be sleeping with a man on the first date.

Grant's thumb traced the skin about my hip in tiny, slow circles, "So Soft." He muttered, his lips feathering mine. I was glad I wore a skirt/shirt combo rather than a dress. I shivered with absolute need, and the whimper left my lips before I could even think to stop it. Screw everything else, I wanted this man, and I was going to have him. A slight smirk lifted one side of Grant's face. He grabbed my hand and strode toward the parking lot behind the restaurant to his car. He pulled my hand forward to gently guide me around the car to the passenger seat with his hand on the small of my back.

He opened my door and waited until I was in the seat before buckling me in. He sprinted around the front of the car and, once settled, asked for my address to enter into his GPS. I drooled at the way his hands handled the steering wheel with ease. Shit, maybe I had a forearm fetish. Or perhaps a Grant Dawes forearm fetish. My knee began to bounce as waves of nerves washed over me. I was really doing this! We were going to repeat our night of extreme pleasure, but this time, we were both stone-cold sober. What if it wasn't as good? What if I freeze up?

Ben's constant critiques and comparisons of my part in our sex life suddenly flood my thoughts. Past insecurities reared their ugly heads, and I bit into my nail. No, Grant already had me and was back for seconds. He clearly said he wanted me not even 10 minutes ago. I glanced at him and could see his erection clearly. I could see him clutching the steering wheel and the frantic desire pulsing from him--A desire that matched my own. I wanted fun sex, not robotic, and I trusted this man to deliver it again.

Grant's eyes bounced between my face and the road. He gently placed his calloused hand on my knee, successfully calming my nerves. "Letty, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

That's all I needed to hear. My body relaxed. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, "Mr. Baby-blues, I want to do so many filthy things to you that I'm having a hard time deciding where to start."

Grant gripped the steering wheel tighter, then one-handedly turned on a road close to my house. "Fuck, I love your dirty-talk. I remember some of it, but I'm so excited to hear what else you're going to say when you cum."

"At least this time, I'll be able to moan your name." I teased, taken aback by his words. I thought men hated dirty talk from women. Ben said it threw him off, but Grant seemed to revel in it. Grant pulled into my driveway, killing the engine and almost sprinting around to my side of the car. I wasn't one to wait for my door to be opened, but Grant liked that I waited for him. It was evident with the relief on his face as his hand connected with the handle. I enjoyed being doted on like this. Once my door was open, I didn't bother placing my feet on the ground. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pressed my lips to his. Without further prompting, he grabbed my hips, positioning himself between my legs, then gripping my ass so I could wrap my legs around his waist. The floodlight above my garage kept the path to the door slightly visible. Grant carried me to the front door without breaking our kiss, pressing my back against it. His hands were now free to explore my body. And explore they did. He moved his mouth from my lips to my jawline.

"Unlock this door." Grant nibbled at my earlobe as his hips ground into mine, "The things I want to do to you shouldn't be done on your front porch for anyone else to see."

Every time I think he can't get any sexier, he proves me wrong. I yanked the keys out of my back pocket, finding the one to my house, but I couldn't reach it without Grant putting me down. He grabbed the key from my hand, swiftly opened the door, stepped in, and kicked it closed again. "Bedroom?"

"Down that hall!" I pointed as he effortlessly strutted with me wrapped around him toward my room.