Falling Into Grace (35 page)

“Fuck him!” I yell to Becca. She smiles at me and gives me the finger. We are laughing so hard, I need to pee. I lead her off the dance floor and see Grant walking out of the men’s room. He tries to stop me, but I grab his hand and drag him into the ladies room.

“Jesus, Hannah,” he says as he pulls me out.

“What? I have to use the powder room, Grant.” I try to act sober but fail.

“I’ll wait.”

“Will you? Where did your girlfriend go?” I smile at him and bat my lashes.

“Hannah, cut the shit.”

“I’m over it, Grant, you can do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.” I turn around and walk into the ladies room. I pee for what feels like an eternity, and my thighs burn from squatting. I make my way to the mirror and decide I’m impressed. My makeup still looks good. I push a few bobby pins back into place and smile at my reflection as I wash my hands.

“Asshole alert,” Becca yells as we walk out the door. I look at Grant and keep walking, but he grabs me and carries me through a doorway. He slams the door shut and pins me against it. He kisses me hard, and I let him. We are like two snake-eye magnets that finally snap together. We have been circling each other way too long.

The passion and anger all comes out. His hands are rough and mine are all over him. I bite his chin, and he moans deep in his throat. I kiss down to his Adam’s apple and suck on it. His hands work my dress up, and his finger plunges into me. I shoot up from the pleasure and find his mouth again. His tongue flicks throughout my mouth, and our breathing is hard. He turns and throws me on a desk. I bring him down on top of me, but he hesitates.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” I ask. I lean up on my elbows and see his eyes darken. I sober up from this.

“I was thinking the same thing. You are the most complicated person I have ever met,” He growls, before I pull him down and kiss him. His finger is still inside me, and I push into it. He pulls away again and pulls out his finger. I sit up on the desk.

“You know what, Grant, call me when you know what you want.” I hop off the desk, but he blocks the door.

“I want you,” he says. I see the storm still in his eyes.

“I think you did.” I lean against the wall, feeling defeated. “But I don’t think you do anymore. I think everything you said to me the other day in your office was bullshit. You told me the past was the past, then you threw it in my face.” He steps in front of me, puts his hands to my hips, and kisses my forehead. I look up at him.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m just struggling with it still. I thought dancing with Carla would make you jealous, but you didn’t even care.” I shake my head at him.

“I didn’t care, Grant. It’s just dancing. You were dancing with her but looking at me. I’m not a jealous girl. If I’m going to be with you, I trust you, till you give me a reason not to. I have never given you a reason not to trust me.” I see the storm fade, and my blue oasis is back. I have him back. He leans down and picks me up, and I kiss him with all I have.

“I love you, Hannah.” He breathes the words into my mouth.

“I love you, Grant.”

“I love you.” The words mean more to me now that he is looking me in the eyes.

“Take me home,” I whisper as I kiss him.

“You want to go home?” He looks at me, hurt.

“Your house.” I watch as a smile runs along his full lips, and I nip at them.

“I’ll take you home.” I can hear the promise in his voice. He puts me down and takes my hand, and we walk back to the table. Becca is on Aiden’s lap, and they are having a great make out session.

“Yeah, Becca! You hit that shit,” I yell. I’m still drunk and I like it. I want to go home and do the same to Grant. I want to do so much more.

“I’m going home,” I say. She pulls away from Aiden and looks at me.

“With Grant. I’ll see you in the morning,” I smile and wink at them as we leave.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I
wake up and the room is bright. Ugh. I place my arm over my eyes and feel like death. I roll over and look at the clock. It’s 9:37 a.m. I see a card that says, ‘Take me,’ with an arrow pointing down, leaning against a glass of water. Grant isn’t in bed with me. I have no idea what time we got home or how I even got here. I take the two pills he laid out for me and wash them down with water. Sitting up, I realize how hung over I really am. My head pounds and my body aches. I lie back down and will myself to get out of bed; I finally do because my bladder is about to explode.

When I get in the bathroom, I look in the mirror and scare myself. I start pulling bobby pins out and turn on the shower. I open a few cabinets and find towels. I step into the open shower and feel the hangover drip off of me. I lather his body wash all over myself. I stay in for a long time after I finish washing, just to relax under the water. When I step out, I walk back into his room and find my bag. I take out my toothbrush and makeup bag, then make myself look human again. I stand there naked in his bathroom, wondering where he is. I grab one of his T-shirts, smiling as I slip it over my naked body. It comes down to my knees and makes me happy.

I walk down the hallway and smell breakfast. Grant is standing across the room, looking out the window. When I get closer, I see he is on his cell. I tiptoe up behind him and wrap my arms around him, grabbing his chest. He doesn’t jump; he just leans the phone against
his shoulder and slides me to the front of him, pinning me against the window. I sneak a kiss on his beautiful full lips, and he kisses me back. Then he pulls away.

“I want an update in two hours.” He hangs up, throws the phone on the couch, and picks me up.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” His voice is raspy and sexy.

“How bad was I last night?” I place my hands around his neck and kiss his forehead.

“Let’s just say pretty bad. You passed out in the car, and I carried you up.” I take my legs from around his waist and slide down.

“I’m sorry, I really don’t remember a lot.” I rub my aching head and sit down. “Did I throw up?” I look at him with worry.

“No, you’re a champ; you were quite amusing, I have to give you that. I believe alcohol is your truth serum.” He sits next to me and pulls me into his lap. I lie there in his arms and listen to his heartbeat. What did I say to him? If only I could remember.

“So what did I say?” I look into the blue oasis and feel calm. It couldn’t have been that bad; he seems relaxed today.

“Well, you told me you loved me.” I look at him, giving him my full attention as I straddle him.

“OK, that’s the truth. What else?”

“I don’t think I should repeat what you said. You can be perverted, Hannah. I would have never guessed.” I see the amusement reach his eyes, and he kisses me.

“That was the alcohol, not me.”

“Are you sure? You had some pretty good ideas last night.” I push back.

“Really? Did I try to act them out?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Yes, but as a gentleman, I would not have hot, crazy sex with you in the back of the Rover with Derek watching.” I roll off of him and bury my face into the couch. Oh my good God. Did I really do that? The last thing I remember is the dance floor, and he was with Carla. I think hard and an office pops into my head. I try to connect the dots
and come up blank. I guess we made up, or I wouldn’t be here. He starts to rub my legs.

“Trying to remember last night?”

“Yes, I’m so embarrassed.” I bury my face deeper and he pulls me back onto him.

“Don’t be. I liked taking care of you.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek.

“So where does this leave us?” I straddle him again.

“What do you mean?”

“You watched me leave the gala last night and didn’t seem to care. Then you showed up at the club, and you were all over Carla.”

“And now we are here again.” I shift on his lap and he grabs me, thinking I’m trying to get off.

“Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, you have a tendency of running.”

“And you never follow me.” I shoot him a look and he kisses me. He gets up with me in his arms and walks to his bedroom.

I feel all his weight on me as he lies us down on the bed. His kiss gets more urgent, and so do I. We need this; we need to get lost in each other, and it will fix everything. I pull his shirt up, and he pulls away so I can take it off him. I throw it across the room and he takes his T-shirt off me, realizing I’m naked under it.

“I like this look.” He tosses the shirt. I pull him down to my mouth, and he invades every part of it. His skin feels so good against mine. He lifts me up and pushes me farther onto the bed. I grab his back and leave his mouth to kiss down his neck. He overpowers me and pushes me back down. I lie back as he kisses down my neck. My nipples harden as his skin brushes them. I arch my back when he starts sucking. I lie there under him as he teases me. I use my feet to try to push down his pajama pants. He slides back up, and I release him. I watch as he slides them off and climbs on top of me.

“You told me last night you don’t want to use a condom.” I nod and pull him closer to me so his head grazes my warmth. It feels so good right there. I wrap my legs around him and push him into me. As each
inch pushes inside me, I feel myself pulse. He stretches me, and I start to move, my hips easing him deeper. I smile as he collapses onto me and starts to ease out of me and back in. It feels so good; every fiber of my body needs him.

“Hannah,” is all he can breathe. He finds my mouth and kisses me again. I pull away when he starts to move deeper. I wrap my arms around his back and dig in with my nails. He takes me at a quicker pace, and I can’t help biting his shoulder. I feel him enjoy the pain. I trail kisses up his neck. I nibble on his chin and then bite his lip. He rolls over, and I’m on top. I can feel his full length this way, and it hurts so good inside of me. I pull him almost out of me and push him back in. Hard.

He sits up at lightening speed and moves down to the edge of the bed while I ride him. I lean back and place my hands on his knees and he grabs my hips. When we start to move, I can’t hold back anymore. He starts to rub my clit and I let go. I can hear myself screaming from the pleasure, and he lets me. He quickly rolls me over and gets back on top. I lie there out of breath; his breathing matching mine. I watch him pound into me over and over again. He is biting his bottom lip, and I want to suck on it. I grab his neck and pull him back down. I start kissing him and suck on his bottom lip. I feel his stubble rubbing against my face, but I don’t care.

I begin to build again, and he can feel it. He slows and I look at him through hooded eyes. He watches me come undone again; I love that he is watching every move I make. I keep eye contact with him as I come again and watch him as he comes inside me. Then his body collapses on top of mine, and I respond by wrapping myself around him. My legs are wrapped around him as well as my arms. I pull him more into me, so he goes deeper, and he moans. We lie there for a while before he moves.

“I could stay inside of you all day,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Then stay, you’re more than welcome.” I nip at his bottom lip.

“You’re tempting me.” I pull him back down and start to grind my hips. I can feel he is still hard, and I take advantage of it. Slowly I move again, and he matches my rhythm.

“I’m going to do exactly what you asked me to do last night.” I look into his eyes and get excited. He starts to kiss all my favorite spots. I melt under him as he makes love to me.

When we finish again, I look at the clock and see it’s after noon. I lie under him, running my fingers lightly over his back. I feel him react with goose bumps all over, and I hug him tight.

“So, is that what I was telling you last night?” My voice is hoarse.

“Yes, you pointed out all your favorite spots, and how you liked it, so I took notes.” I kiss him. He is…I can’t even find a word to describe him.

“You told me a few other things, but we have time to do everything else.” He has a wicked grin, and I wonder what the hell I told him.

I let out a yelp when he picks me up and carries me into the shower. I feel the hot water run over my body and feel his emissions run down my legs. I want to stay here with him forever. I watch him shower and enjoy the view of his perfectly chiseled body. I kiss between his shoulder blades, and he turns around and starts washing me. He runs the soap all over my body, not missing an inch. I stand there, letting him do whatever he wants. When he finishes, I wet my palms with body wash and take him in my hands. Slowly I glide my hands back and forth along his length and feel him harden at my touch.

“I need to eat something if you want that again.” I realize how hungry I am for food and him again. So I behave. I soap him up, and we rinse off.

I put the T-shirt back on and he puts his pants back on, not wearing anything under them. I smile at this as we leave his room hand in hand.

We sit at a table and eat a breakfast that has gotten cold, but neither of us cares. I jump when I hear his phone ring.

“What,” he answers, then smiles at me. He likes to be intimidating. “Are you sure?” I watch as his expression changes from soft and sexy
to hard and businesslike. “Do what you need to do. Search all the lots. Let me know when you get an ID.” He hangs up and starts to dial on his phone.

“I just spoke with Harry; you gave him permission to search the woods?” He doesn’t sound mad, but this is a tone I have never heard. “They found a body, Aid.” I freeze. “Yeah, I told him to search all the lots. I know. I have to fly home tonight, then I will be gone for two weeks in Rome. Deal with it.” He hangs up and looks at me. I don’t want to piss him off.

“Are you OK?”

“I’m fine, but the press is going to have a field day with this.” He runs his hand through his hair and dials his phone again. “Go to the Cape and watch over the investigation.” He listens, and I remain still. “I need you there for the next two weeks while I’m gone. No bullshit. I want this quiet. Who the fuck knows what’s going to come up? Take care of it. This leaks, and it’s your ass.” He hangs up.

“Fuck!” he yells. I watch as he walks to the window. I wait a minute before I walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him. His head hangs low, and he turns and rests his chin on my head. I stay there in his arms until we hear a knock. I startle when a man comes out of a room and opens it. I get behind Grant and hide.