The Way My Heart Beats

Chapter 9

I see the squeeze cheese placed on the counter. "Mhmm," I sound back to him while taking off the lid. I hide it behind my back and wrap my free arm around him. He looks at me expecting a kiss, I'm sure, when I spray the cheese all over his head.

"Clara Jane Potter," he growls as I run down the hallway, but he catches me before I can lock myself in the spare bedroom. He starts tickling me trying to weaken my defenses reaching for the can of squeeze cheese.

"Damn it." I say as he retrieves the can from my grasp and sprays it all over my face and hair. I scream and laugh at him wiggling my way from his arms. I dart into the open door at the end of the hall—his bedroom. Before I know it, he's picking me up and tossing me on the bed tickling me until I'm out of breath. "Stoppppp!" I scream. He just laughs and bends down to lick cheese from my cheek.

"Ugh. Groosss!" I complain.

"No. Actually, it's pretty tasty." He chuckles before placing a sudden kiss to my lips as he straddles my hips. His hand holding my hands above my head he looks at me once more before crashing his lips to mine again, dropping his hips against me. I suddenly feel him against the me and the air in room has shifted. Thinking about the consequences escapes me.

His warm hand slips under the hem of my shirt. My breath hitches when his thumb grazes the bottom of my breast when my bra lifts up slightly. He slightly moves against me causing a low moan to escape. I knot my hand in his hair giving it a slight tug. He deepens the kiss with a sense of need and urgency.

Without missing a beat he slips his shirt off taking away some of the cheese that was still in his hair. His lips are back on mine and his hand is unclamping my bra. I sit up on my elbows giving him a chance to take my shirt off. On all fours in front of me he kisses me knocking me back against the bed. Never leaving my lips, he slips my bra away from my body and tosses it on the floor.

He leans his body against mine just to feel the warmth of my skin against his. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, "let's get you to the shower." He slides down pulling my jeans off of me leaving only my lacy white panties on. Standing up at the end of the bed he gives me a good once over while biting his lip. He drags me to the end of the bed pulling me up to him as I wrap my legs around his waist.

He carries me to the bathroom trailing kisses along my collar bone. Placing my feet on the bathroom rug he reaches over to turn on the shower. I slip off the only thing left on, and I step into the shower letting the hot water rinse me off. The curtain opens just enough for Grant to step in.

"Damn." I groan seeing his fully naked body. He slowly walks over to me, his eyes dark with desire. He places one hand on my hip pulling me to him while his other hand brushes my cheek and wraps around the base of my head. I look up at him unsure of what I see in his eyes. It's a gentle look mixed with worry, maybe. For once in my life, I'm trying not to over think a situation. Even though I trust Grant I still feel reservation and caution when it comes to the possibility of what this might could be. 

"What?" I ask softly as he looks deeply at me. I feel his thumb rubbing circles on my cheek. I give him a smile. His intense gaze sends a chill down my spine even though the hot water is continuously pounding down my back. "I want to be careful with you. I want you. I want all of you, but I have to control those urges because I don't want it to ever be too much for you too soon. I just have to remind myself to take this slow." I sense the nervousness that comes with his vulnerability.

I smile up at him placing a hand on his chest and slowly move up his shoulder and into the back of his hair. "I appreciate that, I really do, but you've got me naked in the shower with you and it's killing me that all you want to do is talk about your feelings."