Deadly Intuition(41)
Once she got to the front door, Sophie fumbled for her keys in the dark. The attack had sobered her up, but she was still feeling a little tipsy. Grady grew tired of waiting and took the purse from her, finding the keys. He inserted the correct one into the lock and pushed it open.
Sophie stepped through the threshold and then turned. “Thanks for the ride.”
Grady just stood there a second, his expression unreadable.
“Thanks for … all you’ve done.”
Grady exhaled deeply. “You’re frustrating.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re really frustrating.”
“I’m really sorry.”
Grady grabbed her by her belt and jerked her forward, swallowing her protest with his mouth as he kissed her senseless. When Sophie finally regained her faculties, she pulled back slightly. “You’re not mad?”
“Oh, I’m mad,” Grady said. “There’s nothing I can do about it, though, so I’ve decided to let it go.”
Sophie was scared to ask the next question – but she was even more scared not to ask it. “Are you coming in?”
Grady bit the inside of his mouth, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. “Do you want me to?”
Sophie hated being put on the spot. “Yes.”
Grady pressed his lips against hers again. “Then I’m coming in.”
Once the door was shut and locked behind them, Sophie stilled on the steps. “Would you really have left if I told you to?”
“No. I would’ve slept in my truck in the driveway.”
Sophie smiled – the first real smile she’d managed to muster in the past hour. “Thank you.”
“Get your fine ass up those stairs,” Grady said. “I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.”
“We’re going to sleep?” Sophie was disappointed.
“Eventually.”
“Can we sleep in my room tonight?”
“Sure.”
Sophie moved down the hall, leading Grady to the far bedroom. He made a detour into the guest room, returning to her side a few seconds later.
“What were you doing?”
Grady held up the box of condoms.
“Ah.”
Grady pushed her into the bedroom lightly. “Take your clothes off.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”
“Take your clothes off please.”
Sophie dropped her purse on the floor and kicked off her shoes. She raised an eyebrow suggestively, reaching for the button of her pants. Grady watched her, amusement flickering as he leaned against the doorframe.
Sophie stripped out of her jeans, revealing a pale, pink thong. When she pulled off her shirt, Grady found the bra matched the panties – and his cool reserve was slipping.
Sophie watched him. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”
“You’re not done yet,” Grady said.
Sophie pursed her lips. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. The panties followed.
Once she was completely naked, Grady couldn’t stay away. He tugged his own shirt off, revealing his cut chest. He was pulling his jeans down as he moved across the room, almost tripping when they pooled at his ankles.
Sophie laughed as she caught him. “I thought I was the drunk one?”
“Maybe I’m just excited.”
“Good.”
Grady grabbed Sophie around the waist, pulling her close so he could inhale her scent. She smelled like peaches tonight. It was simple. Basic. He devoured her mouth, running a hand through her dark waves as his fingers tangled in her tresses.
Sophie touched her tongue against his, moving her hands down his naked back. When she got to his waist, she pulled his boxers down, drinking in his stiff erection when it popped free. She wrapped her hand around him, jacking him softly.
Grady moaned. “Get on the bed.”
Sophie crawled onto the bed, not bothering to pull the comforter down. She heard Grady snap the condom into place and glanced over her shoulder. Grady positioned her on all fours, crawling in behind her.
As he slid in, he wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her up so her back was flush with his chest. He gripped her hip with his other hand, letting the one around her chest trail down low – lower – and then disappear between her nether lips.
He rubbed her with one hand while he used his other to stabilize her hips as he pumped in and out of her from behind.
Sophie grunted every time he slipped in. Grady moaned every time he pulled out. They were coming together, tumbling to the mattress a few minutes later. Once their hearts had slowed, Grady shifted them so they could slip under the covers.
He pulled Sophie to him, resting her head on his chest, and then tightening his arms around her back to make sure she wouldn’t try to escape during the night. They fell asleep that way – in the same position they would wake eight hours later – and Grady didn’t even think of an escape route that night.