Sunlight shone through the cheap Holiday Inn curtains, splashing waves of gold across the mess of tangled sheets that had once resembled a bed. Kelly felt a smile tugging at her lips as soon as sleep began to lift. The previous night, and into early morning, had been amazing. Every inch of her body was deeply satisfied in a way she never knew was possible. Grant Hensen was
not
like the other men she'd been with.
He'd taken her with a kind of intense passion that you could drown in. After the first time, they had collapsed against one another; breath and sweat mingling while their hearts still raced. That was the end of it. Or so she'd thought.
Explosive could've summed up their first time. That's what Kelly was used to. Fifteen minutes of her partner working to get his rocks off—not caring if she had hers. Even through the lust and alcohol-induced haze Kelly had been a little disappointed. For all the build-up, Grant was just like all the others. Just so happened that she was able to get off before he did.
But that was before—before Grant had tasted every inch of her body. Heat rose in her cheeks as she recalled the spot he'd paid the most attention to. Kelly used to have mixed feelings about oral sex. Sure it felt good, but most of the time her boyfriend's seemed to view it as more of a chore than something they really wanted to do. Not Grant. He'd treated her as if she was some delicious piece of dessert that he was intent on making last as long as possible.
Even after that lengthy performance he'd been in no hurry. Kelly now had a huge respect for slow lovemaking. Closing her eyes, she gripped the bed sheet, remembering every detail.
Grant moving above her. All she could see was his lightly freckled shoulder and a perfectly shaped sideburn. But she felt his warm breath against her neck. His short fingernails bit lightly into her hips. The muscles of his back flexed as he maintained the slow advance and retreat rhythm that was driving her insane. She'd already climaxed once since he began. And now she was climbing toward another.
Moving her hands down to Grant's well-shaped butt she urged him on. Deeper. Faster. Her hips rose in time with his quickening strokes. She loved the way he filled her. Every time he retreated she was left feeling like an important part of her was gone. Of course that was ridiculous. It was just sex. No emotional ties.
That in mind, Kelly concentrated on the zings of pure pleasure that started at her center and radiated through her entire body every time Grant's pelvic bone came in contact with her clit. Breath coming in short bursts; she arched her back as the orgasm consumed her. As if her climax was what he'd been waiting for, Grant immediately stiffened, the muscles under Kelly's fingers trembling as he came with a masculine growl.
He collapsed against her, the weight oddly comfortable. Slowly she let her legs unwind from his trim waist. "Jesus," Grant whispered almost to himself, nuzzling his nose into her hair. Seconds later he rolled off her and went into the bathroom. Once he reappeared, he slid into bed and lay on his back, holding her against his side. Neither said another word. Strangely it wasn't awkward. Instead, Kelly found listening to the steady beating of Grant's heart until she slipped into sleep to be one of the most natural things she'd ever done.
Fully aroused from the vivid images floating through her mind, Kelly slipped out of bed and headed toward the small hotel bathroom. The mirror was foggy. With the poor lighting Kelly could just barely make out Grant's figure. He stood, hands braced on the tile wall, his head bent forward. Kelly's mind filled in what she couldn't see. Water making zigzagged paths down his broad back; the streams curving when they got to his ass.
God that man has a good ass.
She wondered if there would be marks left on it from the night before when she'd pulled him as deeply as possible.
Her nipples hardened despite the air being far from cool. Without giving it a second thought she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Grant didn't seem to notice. For a moment she was content to merely watch what she had previously only been able to imagine. The showerhead sent water cascading over Grant's shoulders.
Unable to look but not touch any longer, Kelly leaned up against Grant's back, her breasts flattening at the base of his shoulder blades. At contact Grant startled, turning quick. Their eyes met. Then his gaze dropped. Almost instantly he seemed to catch himself, and he adverted his eyes, a light flush staining his cheeks.
Kelly grinned, completely taken by his reaction. Was there any other man who would blush at the sight of a woman naked after having sex with her?
Probably not
. Closing the distance he'd put between them Kelly turned Grant's chin and leaned up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Morning Stranger."
"Hi," Grant managed. He was overwhelmed.
Having been single for a few years, Grant was used to one-night stands. They weren't his first choice, but hey, a man had needs. What he wasn't used to was staying the night with women. Even with Rachel, who he was with at least once a week, he didn't spend the night.
There was something intimate about actually sleeping with someone. Still, had that been the only kink in the situation, he could've handled it. But there was more. There was the fact that this wet, naked woman standing in the shower with him was Kurt's sister.
Part of him didn't think it mattered. Hell, she was an adult, right? Welp, adults have meaningless sex sometimes. That's what last night had been, right?
Right,
Grant assured himself. Granted it had been really great sex. But meaningless nonetheless.
And besides, she wanted it.
Grant winced at the thought
.
If the woman soaping up his chest knew what he was thinking...
I'm a bastard. I'm the adult here. I should've stopped anything from happening—no matter how hard it would've been. Hell, she's practically a baby.
And just as that thought entered his mind Kelly's hand closed around his manhood. For obvious reasons, the realization that the woman stroking his dick had once called him four-eyes wasn't the biggest turn-on.
With a gentle hand he guided her hand away from his groin. "Kel..." Her light blue eyes searched his. As hard as it was, he didn't want to lead her on any more than he already had. "We can't do this..."
Grant watched her kiss-swollen lips curve into a devilish grin. "You didn't complain last night."
"No. I didn't," he admitted, feeling like a complete heel. "But I should have."
The amused glint in her eye vanished. With a short nod she stepped from the shower, shrugged on a robe, and shut the door behind her. Instinct told him to go after her. Experience knew to give her time. Leaping out and rushing to explain would only give her hope. Hope that he could be persuaded into making the previous night repeat. And that wouldn't—couldn't—happen. Ever again.
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His hair was dry, the clothes he'd worn last night back in place, but Grant hadn't left the bathroom yet. Why? He was scared. If Kelly was angry, things could get ugly. Kurt hadn't mentioned how long she planned on staying in town, but if it was for any length of time, things could be awkward. But you could only hide out for so long before it bordered on pathetic.
One thing Grant had always prided himself on was that he was a stand-up kind of guy. That's how his father had raised him. And he'd be damned if he let a cute blonde be his kryptonite.
He sucked in a breath and opened the door. To his surprise Kelly wasn't pouting on the bed or glaring in his direction. She was perched on the windowsill reading the morning paper.
"'Bout time you came out." She didn't even bother to tear her eyes from the paper. "Scared that I was going to be all emotional, I bet."
Her perception threw him. For a moment he forgot what he wanted to say. "Yeah, I guess I was."
At his words she set down the paper. There was no emotion in her gaze when it met his at first, but then the corner of her mouth rose up, her half-smile endearing. "Think we could just forget about last night?"
His dick begged him to say no. "Yeah, sure."
"Great!" Kelly went to the mirror and checked her reflection, fussing with her hair a bit.
