Chapter 45

The warm water of the shower cascaded over me, the scent of my body wash surrounding me. I washed my hair, my mind drifting to the evening ahead. Graham had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He looked at me with pure lust and adoration.

It was a feeling that I cherished, despite the secrecy and the challenges that came with our romance. I wanted to tell Sloane. It would make it so much easier for Graham and me to have a real relationship.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Then I took my time slathering lotion over my body, wanting to make sure I was nice and soft for Graham. We both knew what we wanted from tonight. I knew the man was looking forward to a night of passion. I was as well.

I walked into my closet and searched for something to wear. I wanted to impress him. A dress that would have him dreaming about the moment he could take it off. The sound of a knock at the door startled me.

"Who in the world?"

I wrapped the towel around myself a little tighter and made my way to the door, assuming it was Holly.

To my surprise, it was Graham. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tinged with surprise. "How did you get up here?"

"Your doorman likes me. A lot."

"I didn't know you were coming by so soon," I said. "Give me twenty minutes and I can be ready."

His eyes looked me up and down. I felt like we were at an all you can eat buffet and I was the only thing available.

"I just thought maybe we could skip going out tonight," he replied softly. "We could skip right to dessert."

I couldn't help but smile. "Dessert sounds good."

"I need you, Isadora."

Graham reached out and gently ran his fingers through my damp hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me close. Our bodies melted into each other as we kissed passionately.

I broke away from the kiss, my eyes searching his. "I need you too," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire.

I stepped back and dropped my towel.

"Damn, woman, you're going to kill me. I want to devour you. I want to taste every inch of you."

I licked my lips, thinking of the pleasure ahead. "My room."

I turned and walked away. I could hear him behind me. I loved that he was watching my very naked body.

I felt a thrill at his soft growl, a low rumble of appreciation. My body hummed in anticipation of what was to come. I crawled onto the bed, turning to look at Graham. He leaned against the doorframe, not hiding the hunger in his gaze.

His eyes darkened with desire as he began to undress. Each article of clothing that hit the floor seemed to ignite a new fire in me. His shirt first, then his shoes and socks, followed by his belt which fell to the floor with a decisive thud. He was taking his time, drawing out the anticipation, which only made me want him more. I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, then slid them down his long legs. He stood before me in nothing but his boxers, his toned physique a sight to behold.

"I've been dreaming about this all day," he admitted, his voice husky with desire. With a few purposeful strides, he closed the distance between us. His hands reached for me, tracing a path from my ankles up to my thighs. I gasped as his fingers skated over my skin, eliciting a shiver that ran up my spine.

His eyes held mine captive as he crawled onto the bed beside me. The mattress dipped with his weight, pulling me closer to him. His hand slipped around my waist, anchoring me to him.

"Isadora," he murmured against my neck, sending a shudder through me. His lips were hot on my skin, tracing a path along my collarbone and up to capture mine in a kiss that was slow and deep.

He kissed down my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth. My body jerked with a sharp wave of pleasure as he rolled it between his teeth. I clung onto him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he caught me in the storm of sensation. His hand slid down my body, meeting the junction of my thighs. He slipped a finger inside me, sending blunt waves of pleasure rolling through my body.

"Graham," I breathed out, bucking up into his touch. The intensity was so overwhelming it was like a punch to the gut. I found myself clutching at the sheets beneath me. But Graham was relentless, his fingers moving with an almost brutal precision that had my head spinning.

"God, you're so wet," he growled.

He kissed my stomach and then moved lower. When his tongue replaced his fingers, I was certain I was having an out of body experience.

Every flick of his tongue sent a bolt of sensation jolting through my body, the pleasure so intense I struggled to hold back my cries. He seemed to revel in my reactions, each little gasp and whimper of pleasure only encouraging him further.

"Graham," I moaned, reaching down to tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. His mouth was wicked, the pressure of his tongue and lips pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, sending a shock of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue followed, soothing the sting and drawing a low moan from me. I was teetering on the edge, my hips rising off the bed involuntarily.

"Graham," I gasped out, my voice barely a whisper.

He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting mine. The look in his eyes was raw and intense, a clear indication of his own need.

I was teetering on the edge. He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue lapped across my clit once more, sending me spiraling over the edge. Pleasure erupted from my core, waves of ecstasy washing over me. My gasp turned into a cry as I convulsed beneath him, my fingers clutching at his hair, pulling him further into me.

My vision blurred as the intensity of my release overwhelmed me. Graham remained in place, his tongue and mouth continuing their assault even as I twitched and thrashed. He seemed intent on drawing out my pleasure for as long as possible, his efforts coaxing wave after wave from me.

Once the tremors finally subsided, he kissed my inner thigh before moving back up my body. His mouth found mine in a heated kiss, our bodies pressing together in urgent desire. I barely noticed him reach overhead. He blindly pulled open my nightstand drawer and rummaged for a condom. I giggled against his kiss, and he grinned before breaking our kiss so he could tear the condom open with his teeth.

So. Hot.

With a soft groan, Graham hitched my leg around his waist, put the condom on, and aligned himself with my entrance. He pressed his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as he paused for a moment. His fingers gently brushed back the damp tendrils of hair from my face as he looked into my eyes.

My heart pounded fiercely against my ribcage, my body still humming with aftershocks of the previous orgasm. I gulped down a shaky breath before nodding, reaching up to entangle my fingers in his hair once again. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, a fresh wave of anticipation rolled through me, causing my body to shudder with expectancy.

He pushed into me slowly, taking his time as if he was committing this moment to memory. I gasped at the sensation, feeling him filling me up. A low growl escaped his lips, a raw sound of primitive satisfaction. Graham began to move, every thrust sending a delicious shiver up my spine. His rhythm was slow and deliberate at first, each stroke a testament to his self-control.

"So good," I whispered, the words falling from my lips in a breathless plea.

"So good," he echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, landing on the hollow of my collarbone.

Graham's pace increased. Any pretense of control was soon abandoned. His thrusts became more urgent, his grunts of pleasure growing louder with each movement. He seemed to lose himself in me, his eyes shutting tight as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he drove himself deeper within me. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, each one stronger than the last. My nails dug into his back, dragging across the ridges of his muscles in a desperate attempt to ground myself.

"Graham," I cried out, my voice shaking with the intensity of my emotions.

His response was a low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating against my neck and sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his control slipping, his rhythm becoming more erratic.

He reclaimed my mouth with a bruising kiss, swallowing my moans and cries as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. His thrusts quickened, each more forceful than the last. My body responded in kind, my hips meeting his with each thrust, matching him stroke for stroke. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my sensitive nub once more. He rubbed slow circles around it. I felt my climax building again, this one stronger than the last.

As if sensing this, Graham's pace increased even more. His grunts turned into growls of pleasure, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. I welcomed the slight sting, it only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

"Graham," I cried out again, clutching him to me as another wave of pleasure crashed over me. My back arched off the bed, my body convulsing as wave after wave ripped through me.

He was relentless, not stopping even when it felt as though my body might break under the onslaught of pleasure.

"Let go," he whispered against my lips, his voice rough and hoarse from exertion. "Let go for me."

I did. The world shattered into a million pieces of pure bliss as I came undone beneath him. His name tore from my lips as my body convulsed with the force of my orgasm. His climax matched my own. He fell on top of me, loud groans escaping his lips.

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft whimpers as we rode out the aftershocks of our climaxes. Graham's body slowly relaxed on top of mine, his breathing starting to return to normal. His movements became soft and languid, gentle kisses tracing a path from my neck to my jawline.

Pulling out slowly, he lay beside me, dragging me into his arms. He ran a hand over my hair, pushing back damp strands from my forehead. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, his pulse still thrumming beneath his skin.

"I love you," he whispered.

I was stunned into silence for several seconds. I wasn't sure if I was entirely conscious or if it was my climax-addled brain. "I love you," I replied.

He held me for several minutes, neither of us saying a word.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"I am. You?"

"I'll order in," he said.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips before leaving the bed. I watched as he sauntered into the attached bathroom, stark naked and unashamed.

The smell of him lingered in the sheets, a heady mix of sweat, cologne, and something that was undeniably Graham. The scent was intoxicating, sending another wave of desire coursing through me. But it was more than mere physical attraction. It was the love I felt for this man.

He walked out of the bathroom and casually went to where he had dropped his jeans, still very naked and very handsome.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked.

"You."

He looked up and grinned. "Saucy little thing."

He winked, sauntering back to the bed with his phone in his hand. I watched as he slid his fingers over the screen. His skin was still glowing from the aftermath of our lovemaking. His tousled hair gave him an air of boyish charm that matched his playful grin.

"Pizza okay?" he asked.

I nodded, my stomach growling at the thought of food. After ordering two large pizzas with all the toppings we could possibly crave, he set the phone aside and climbed back into bed with me.

"Thirty minutes," he said. "What can we do in thirty minutes?" A wicked grin spread across his face as he slid a hand up my bare thigh. "I suppose we could play a game?"

"A game?" I asked, arching my eyebrow at him. "Like Scrabble? Because that's going to take more than thirty minutes."

He laughed and propped himself up on one elbow to look down at me. "I was thinking we could play twenty questions."

I grinned at the suggestion, swatting his wandering hand away from my thigh. "Twenty questions? Really?"

"Do you have a better idea?" he challenged, the grin never leaving his face.

I leaned over and kissed him, enjoying the taste of him. It was like a drug. When I pulled back, I saw a spark of desire ignite in his eyes. "How about a different game?" I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Which one?" he asked, his tone matching mine.

"How much pleasure can a man take?" I grinned.