to tell him all that.
He stood up and walked towards her. “I always imagined you'd have a long line of guys
beating each other up just to win your hand.” He picked up her hand and brushed his
lips across her knuckles. It was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to
her. Her breath hitched and she actually felt light-headed with the simple light contact
of his lips against the back of her hand. Then, to her enjoyment, he turned her hand
over and placed another kiss on the inside of her wrist, sending heat up her arm and
all over her body.
“You smell so good,” he said against her skin, then nibbled on her wrist. “Maybe I'm
not so hungry after all.” He pulled her closer.
“Oh, no.” She pulled away playfully. “That food smells too good.” He chuckled and
tried to pull her closer, then nibbled on her neck as she held onto his shoulders.
If someone had told her a year ago that her knees would get weak from someone just
kissing her below her ear, she wouldn't have believed it.
During dinner, she looked at him across the small table and had never felt more nervous
in her life. She tried to talk herself out of feeling that way. After all, she'd had
sex before, plenty of times, with Travis. She didn't see what the big deal was. Although
she liked to think she enjoyed it, half the time she'd just wished it would end. But
Grant's kisses had awoken something in her that Travis never had. She knew there was
a lot more to be experienced and wondered how much she didn't know when it came to
romance . Would Grant see through her? Would he be able to tell that she still didn't quite
know what men liked or wanted? She was pretty good at faking things. Maybe he wouldn't
be able to tell.
She was so nervous that she hardly touched her plate. Grant frowned and asked, “Was
there something wrong with the meal?”
She tried to smile and flirt her way out of answering the question, but Grant just
looked at her, his eyes focused on her lips, waiting for the truth. She shrugged and
sipped her tea, then blurted out.
“I'm nervous, okay?” She thought she could see understanding in his eyes as he leaned
back in his chair. He almost looked like he was gloating.
“You?” His smile got even bigger. “You're nervous about what, exactly?”
She felt her face turning pink. “Us. You. This.” She motioned with her hands towards
the house.
He stood up quickly, then walked over and took her hands. Pulling her up next to him,
he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I'm so glad.” He kissed her softly on the lips.
“If you weren't nervous, then it wouldn't mean as much.”
“What?” She tried to pull back and look up into his eyes, but he shook his head and
rested his forehead against hers.
“You aren't the only one that's nervous.” His lips came back to hers in a slow, gentle
kiss that made her knees shake. “You do something to me, always have.” He started
to nibble slowly down her neck. “You make me weak. Make me feel like I can't control
myself.” His mouth was leaving a hot trail down her body as his hands started running
up her sides and back. “There is so much I want to say and do, but I've never had
the guts to.” He started walking them slowly backwards, towards the sliding glass
door. “It's okay to be nervous.” He pulled back and smiled at her. Then in one quick
motion, he pulled her up into his arms as she squealed.
It was another first in her book. She'd never been carried to bed by a man who was
about to make love to her. Her smile spread as she thought about all the excitement
that had been hiding right in front of her for years. Grant was more than just the
town's Goody Two-shoes. He was more complex than she'd ever imagined. Wrapping her
arms around his neck, she held on to him as he walked in the house, making his way
back to his room. She rained little kisses on his neck and nibbled on his ear as he
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