It's A Crime (18 page)

He moved aside
, and gestured with his arm to enter the living area. I walked in. A fountain of memories assailed me, a sensory overload. My nerves got worse. I found a heat building in my belly and spreading languidly to my nether region.

“Um,
thank you, James.” I looked around. “Do you think you can, um, maybe give me a few minutes’ notice of Mr. Grayson’s arrival?”

James
smiled knowingly. “I will be happy to, Miss Preston.”

I
unleashed my biggest smile on him. “Thanks. I really appreciate that.” I paused. “And, James, please call me Grace.”

James half bowed and turned to walk out of the
apartment.

“Good to have you back
…
Grace
.” I found myself smiling after him like a half-assed idiot. I took another look around and without thinking rushed into the bedroom and opened the closet. I stood with my mouth wide open; all the clothes I had packed were hanging neatly in place.

When the hell
did he have time to…?

I quickly undressed and
chose my blue and cream bra, thong and garter set. I pulled up the light beige silk stockings and affixed them to the garter straps. I covered myself in my beige lace and silk wrap, tying it loosely around my waist. After I was done, I looked in the mirror and was surprisingly happy with my reflection. I took the brush from my bag and brushed my long hair, leaving it down draping loosely over my shoulders and back.

The phone rang and
I reached over to the bed stand and managed to pick up the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Miss Preston...Grace, Mr. Grayson has just arrived,” James said on the other end.

“Hey
, James, thank you. You’re the best!”

I quickly walked into
the living room and poured two short bourbons, placing the crystal glasses on the bar, and was attempting to adjust myself, while maintaining my imperious perch on the barstool. I toyed with my wrap, loosening it more, letting it fall open ever so slightly over my shoulder. I pulled my hair back and was about to rethink the whole stool thing, when the door opened. Cole walked in, and I slipped unceremoniously off the stool. Luckily my feet stopped my free-fall or I would definitely have greeted him sitting on the wooden floor.

He glanced over at me and his lips curled in to a slow, heart-rending smile when he saw me standing there.
His eyes instantly locked on mine as I was trying, unsuccessfully, I might add, to look sexy as hell after slipping off the stool. He stopped in the entryway, breathless, a look of hunger filling his eyes. I have to admit the intensity in his gaze was a major league turn on. He slowly took in my appearance, scouring me from head to foot, nothing escaping his penetrating gaze. The butterflies were doing cartwheels now. My legs felt weak and my breasts heaved; I wanted him. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own desire for him.

Chapter 18

“Oh, damn.” I exhaled in a huff, unaware I was holding my breath. “I was trying to strike a pose, so to speak, you know, look sexy. I wanted to get your attention.”

“It worked.”
A languid smile spread from his lips to his eyes. He walked closer, his burgeoning erection visible in his jeans. He took his leather jacket off and hastily dropped it on the couch while walking toward me. The halogen lamps hanging over the bar cast a downward glow, which looked like a halo over his head. For a moment, I was looking into the eyes of an angel; he was that beautiful.

Cole reached
me in a few steps. Pulling up my chin his lips devoured mine. He kissed hard, demanding, his tongue claiming my mouth, darting in and out, licking my lips, dancing with my tongue. I immediately went into sensory overload; the taste of him, the smell of him, that wonderful intoxicating smell that infused my nostrils making me heady. His hands moved to both sides of my head, held me in place, and kissed me like a starved man would eat a steak.

I
wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine. His kiss deepened. It awakened that glorious ache in my lower belly. My breasts swelled and spilled over my lingerie, my nipples hardened. I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

As if
he could read my mind, his hands brushed my hair back and he parted the wrap that covered my body. He inhaled sharply. That sound slayed me, sending shivers up my spine. He turned me on like no other ever did. As he planted kisses down my neck, he gently lifted my breasts out of my corset. I was out of my league. I stood there panting, breasts heaving. His mouth locked on a hardened nipple, his tongue swirling around, licking, nibbling, moving from one to the other.

The craving for his body
grew so sharp, my legs weakened and I held him tighter for fear my legs would give out from under me. He raised his head and our eyes locked. In one swift movement he lifted me in his arms and carried me down the hallway into the bedroom.

He
let me down next to the bed and pushed my wrap off my shoulders. It slipped down my body and fell with a quiet whoosh to the floor. I reached up and skillfully unbuttoned his shirt. I grew anxious and lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, then ran my hands over his broad chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath.

I
moaned, my muscles tightened in desperate delight. Without removing his mouth from mine, he took his remaining cloths off. I was legless when he lifted me and placed me on the bed. His hands caressed my body in a fevered frenzy, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their path. He crawled down to the end of the bed and spread my legs apart, kneeling between them. He ran his hands over my silk-covered thighs and unhooked my garters, dragged my stockings and thong down and then tossed them to the side.

He lowered his
body to rest on his stomach. Lying down between my splayed legs, he lifted my ass up and hungrily lowered his mouth over my cleft. His tongue began its sensual dance, flickering lightly over my clit, driving me wild with desire. I moaned as he continued his assault on my oversensitive sex. He licked softly, my clitoris growing more sensitive by the second. I tensed, the need for release overtaking me, and I begged him, “Cole...Stop, Cole, I’m going to come.”

“I need to make you come
. I’ve been thinking about it for days,” he breathed, his voice throaty.

I
immediately felt the orgasm increase in intensity. There was no way I could stop it if I wanted to. I grabbed his hair in my hands and lifted my hips higher to meet his scorching tongue as it continued to delve into my cleft. My breathing turned into panting, my body begging for release, “Cole...I…I…” I was dizzy with need.

He lifted his head a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the desire in his piercing green eyes sent me over the edge.

“Come, babe, come for me,” he whispered huskily.

A
cry escaped as I screamed his name, jerking my hips in tempo with his plunging, flickering tongue. I let go. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking, my senses reeling. My toes curled so hard my feet cramped.

He slid up along my thigh and
I felt his hardness as he glided up my body. He lowered his head and licked my lips. Tasting myself on his mouth, I greedily licked his lips.

Dear Lord,
he was a sex god.

Holding his cock
, he eased the tip past my swollen sex, thrusting deep inside me. I lay gasping, wet, ready. He lifted his body and pulled out torturously slow then thrust gently back into me. I inhaled and grabbed his shoulders, digging my fingers in. He began to rock his hips back and forth. I could not hold back a moan of delight as searing pleasure pulsed through me. His tempo began to quicken with his need for release.

Grabbing the sheets on either side of my hips, I was astounded to feel
the heat building inside me so rapidly again. I groaned in pleasure looking at his beautiful face, into those gorgeous green pools, seeing my desire reflected inside. I watched the need in him grow to match my own. I nodded and whispered huskily, “Come with me, Cole. I want you to come with me…” I threw my head back onto the pillow, letting the wave lift and crash over me, through me, inside me.

He buried his face in my hair and held me tightly, plunging
his hips into me hard. “You make me so fucking hot. My cock is so hard for you, baby...do you feel me in you...deep in you?” His words made me crazed.

Grinding against him, thrusting my hips
into his, our bodies moist from our combined sweat, the storm swirled inside me, clenching, gripping, tightening. He put his hands under me, pulling me closer to him, and rammed his cock inside me, once, twice, then his body shuddered, pulsing, spilling into me.

When he was done
, Cole lowered his full weight onto me and I sank into the soft mattress, replete, exhausted, our breathing returning to normal. It was my turn to smile like the cat that ate the canary. He rolled to the side and held me in his arms. After several minutes, Cole reached over to the bedside table and pushed a few buttons on the large remote and the lights in the bathroom slowly brightened then the water in the shower started running.

He looked over at
me smiling his perfect smile and said, “Did I say hi?”

“
In the best way I could ever imagine.”

“Hungry?”

“Well, Ace, that depends on what you mean by hungry.” I winked at him.

He raised a perfectly ar
ched eyebrow shook his head and laughed low. Releasing me, he stood up and walked toward the bathroom, his perfect body gloriously naked, backlit by the lights behind him. I watched the flexing of his muscles as he moved like a perfect machine. I admired his long strong arms, wide shoulders, narrow hips, tight ass, he looked every part the Greek God. I propped myself up on one elbow.

“Mighty fine ass you have there.”

“Glad you like it.”

He looked over at me with a wicked grin
and said, “Care to join me in the shower? I’ve got something I want to show you.”

He strode into the bathroom
with that sleek, confident stride I admired from the first night I saw him walk into Luke’s.

“I’d love to.”
I got out of bed. “If you show me yours I’ll show you mine...again.”

As I
removed my corset, I thought it was perfectly selected, getting me the intended results. I followed naked behind him into the shower.

After
we showered, we dressed in the matching set of taupe silk pajamas. Again, Cole wore the pants, which hung ever so nicely on his hips showing off his rippled abs. I put on the top half. I grabbed a pair of silk booty shorts from my bag and joined Cole in the living room. He was taking a sip of the bourbon that neither of us touched.

I
walked up behind him putting my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back. Grabbing my arms, he gently pulled me in front of him where he put his hands on both sides of my face and holding me gently, kissed me.

“
Mmm. You taste good.” I tasted the bourbon on his lips.

“So do you.”
He winked and smiled when he saw the blush spread across my cheeks
.

“Good to know.”
I lowered my head, embarrassed he saw me blush.

What’s with that
? I haven’t blushed since...

H
e kissed the top of my head and after a soft hug, he released me and walked toward the kitchen.

“Let
’s eat some food so we have the energy to finish what we started.”

“I’m with you,
Ace. I’m starving.”

Cole
called down to the kitchen, informing them we were ready for the food to be brought up, also ordering a bottle of Billecart Rose Champagne. We both ate until we were full.

My mind drifted,
I thought if my night out with the girls trolling is what brought him here today, than he must have feelings for me. Either that or he was very possessive and thought of me as his property. I still didn’t know any more about Lauren Buckley, the fiancée, than I did when I saw the pictures of them together on the internet. That was a little conversation we needed to have. I needed answers. I did expect an explanation sometime in the near future. However, remembering the pictures of the two of them together, intimate, his hand on her back, her arm in his, the beautiful brunette looking adoringly into his eyes…twisted me. I was seriously jealous.  It was not an emotion I was prepared to deal with.

I
was fully aware Cole was the perfect package, successful, astonishingly gorgeous, wealthy, not that money mattered to me. I had more than I could spend, thanks to my father’s forward thinking. I also ran my own successful business. I was lucky in business and I’d like to think I got that trait from my dad. It didn’t hurt I had built a clientele most boutique owners would envy, compiling a long list of contacts during my short modeling career which would ensure me a successful business for years to come.