Complicated

Chapter Thirty Nine: One Hour

Interesting sense of style
Ten million dollar smile
Think I can handle that
Animal in the sack
His eyes see right to my soul
I surrender self-control

Britney Spears - Radar

It was late when Grace stumbled into the apartment. The case had been closed when Mac had arrested Rufus Knox, a known drug dealer for the quadruple Homicide in the Tribeca Hotel and for attempting to kill James Roberts. She would sleep easy tonight knowing that the man who had committed those heinous crimes was behind bars.

The contents of her brown paper grocery bags slipped from her arms sending a box of cereal skittering across the floor as she used her back to shut the door behind her.

Don was already in motion, prowling from his position on the couch towards her. His startling blue eyes were dark with desire as he stalked towards her. She could already feel her skin beginning to prickle with anticipation as she recognized the blistering, primal instincts in his purposeful movements.

"Leave it." Don ordered, taking the second shopping bag from her hands and dropping it down onto the floor beside the front door.

His mouth covered hers hot and demanding as he slammed her against the door so hard the sound resounded through the room. Grace melted into that kiss as his firm hands cupped her cheeks. His tongue teased along the bottom of her lower lip before delving into her mouth. Her hands gripped his green T-shirt, yanking him even closer.

It had been an age since she had been able to touch him like this. They had barely been in the same room together in the past four days and this was the chemistry getting to boiling point. She had missed him fiercely and from his response he had missed her too very much.

Don nudged her legs apart with his knee, his hips were parallel with hers closing the minuscule gap between them. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her through their jeans, the friction building as he rubbed it across her most sensitive area making her nip his lower lip in encouragement.

"How long?" she asked him between kisses.

"An hour." he muttered, his insistent lips returning to claim hers yet again.

Don's hands were already making quick work of the silver belt buckle on her jeans. His nimble fingers flicked open the button as he unzipped her fly. Grace's head tipped back in ecstasy as his hand plunged straight into her panties. Don's thumb glided over her slick, sensitive clit. Grace's nails raked his bare arms as he slipped two fingers inside her, curving them slightly to hit that sweet spot as he massaged her aching nub.

Jesus it got her off when he was rough and dominating like this. His face was inches apart from hers his stunning blue eyes watching her facial expression contort in pleasure as her breathing hitched. He liked to watch her, he enjoyed seeing what his ministrations were doing to her beautiful rampant body. Even more he relished hearing every single noise she made as he drove her closer to the ultimate release.

Grace's hands were already on his jeans, tearing the buttons open before her slim fingers bypassed the waist band of his boxers. Her hand grasped him as she began to stroke his leaking cock from the tip to the base. Don removed his hand from her panties abruptly, leaving Grace moaning in desperation longing for his touch. His hand enclosed upon her wrist, gently pulling it from his underwear before turning her to face the door.

Grace placed her palms flat on the wood as Don's hands smoothed down the shape of her taunt body, outlining her slender form. His hands ran through her hair, gripping it tightly in his fist as he drew her head back, his teeth grazed the tender curve of her neck. Grace hissed in arousal at his aggressive seduction.