Page 5 of Nice to Meet Boo (Seasons of Sizzle #4)

FIVE

STACEY

A cold breeze slaps my face, sending a chill straight into my bones as we exit the bar. I shiver.

Grant frowns. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I clench my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering.

“No you aren’t.” His eyes narrow smore. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“I’ve never understood that saying. Leaves don’t shake.”

“What do they do then?”

I pause and tilt my head to the side but give a shrug. Which is a mistake when it sends a fresh burst of cold through me.

“I don’t know.” I finally admit. “But I think it’s more of a sway than a shake.”

“And you’re deflecting.”

“About what?”

Rolling his eyes, Grant slides his arm under my wings and tucks me closer. His warmth instantly envelops me.

“Thanks,” I say, somewhat begrudgingly. “This costume really doesn’t lend itself to wearing a coat.”

“And it’s gotten colder.” He tightens his hold. “Good thing I run a little hot.”

I’ll say. “You’re like my very own space heater.”

He chuckles, and the heat in that sound erases that last bit of cold lingering inside of me.

With a glance over his shoulder, Grant guides me down a side street. I follow him without question. I may have lived in this town most of my life, but I have no idea where we’re going.

We walk for a few moments before he leads me into a public parking lot. We come to a pause near an oversized truck with a silver camper hitched to the back.

I lean to the side slightly to glance up into this face. “Is this your place?”

“For now,” he says. He shifts from one foot to the other, putting more distance between us. “It’s what easiest for now. I can take it with me from one job to the next.”

“That makes sense.”

“Plus”—he nods to the historic brick building across the way—“you can’t get much closer to the work site.”

“Look at you, saving time on your commute.”

He laughs again sending a fresh ripple of anticipation through me. How have I never noticed before how sexy a laugh can sound?

Maybe it’s all the sweeter because I know it comes at the cost of his usually grumpy persona.

I look at him expectantly. “Well?”

“Well?”

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Oh.” He clears his throat. “Right.”

Releasing his hold on me, he fumbles with his keys, nearly dropping them, and opens the door.

“Welcome.” He motions for me to enter. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

He has no idea how warm I’m hoping he’ll get me.

I step inside and blink as a small overhead light flips on.

I can’t resist giving a quick look around.

It’s… cozy. Not just in the way real estate agents use the word to describe a small place.

But with a couple of books stacked up on the small fold-out table, two mugs drying on a towel on the equally small kitchen counter, and a flannel blank tossed carelessly over a small armchair, it’s the kind of cozy that screams “home.”

Stepping up beside me, Grant scratches the back of his head.

“Sorry. It’s a little messy.” He moves past me to pick up the mugs and tuck them on a shelf. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“No, you’re fine. I like it.” I place my hand on his arm before he can pick up the dish towel and reach for the bowl sitting in the sink.“It’s very you.”

“Messy?”

“Comfortable.” I run my fingers along the edge of the blueprints I’ve just discovered on the little coffee table. He watches me, warily. “It looks like you brought work home with me.”

“I usually do.” He shrugs, but his jaw tightens. “It’s all I’m good at.”

“That’s not true.” I cross the narrow space, standing close enough that his devil horns nearly bump my halo. “You’re good at kissing strangers and making them want to see what you have on under that suit.”

That earns me the tiniest twitch of a smile.

I reach up, fingers brushing the base of his horns. “May I?”

He dips his head. I slide the plastic headband off. “It’s just as I suspected.”

“What’s that?”

I set them aside and can’t resist running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. “You have incredible hair.”

Closing his eyes, he leans into my touch. I play with the locks for a few minutes more. Then he stands taller and opens his eyes.

He raises his hand and removes the halo from my head. He sets it carefully on the counter, then steps closer. “It’s just as I suspected.”

“Oh?”

He cups my cheek, his rough work-hardened hand sending a thrill through me. “You’re an angel. With or without the halo.”

Something flutters inside of me. This is different from the interest and desire that has been knocking at the door almost from the moment I saw him.

This is new. Equal parts exciting and terrifying. But it seems to wrap around my heart, giving it a little squeeze.

Not wanting to think too much about what it is or what it means, I focus on the safer feelings from before.

Desire.

Interest.

I slide my hands under his shirt. My fingertips trace the ridges of muscle, the heat of his skin. With a groan, he shudders, dropping his forehead against mine.

“Stacey.” My name sounds like a warning, but I don’t stop.

“Yes?” I whisper.

He exhales. “You’re trouble.”

“I think you like trouble.” I lean back just enough to tug at the hem of his shirt lifting it up and tossing it over his shoulder. “Now, let’s see what else you have on beneath this costume.”

His eyes darken, and for a long heartbeat he doesn’t move. Then, with deliberate care, he peels my borrowed wings off my shoulders, setting them aside.

The elastic leaves a faint line on my shoulder, and he traces it with his thumb before sliding his fingers under the collar of my dress.

Now it’s my eyelids that flutter as his lips lower to my neck. His breath heats my skin. My spine tingles as his lips touch the skin. His tongue makes a light trail.

I grip his bare waist, digging my fingers into his skin. Keeping myself upright.

“Mmm.” The sound rumbles against my skin. “You taste even sweeter then you look.”

Then, without warning, his mouth crashes against mine. My heart races as his lips urge mine open. His tongue finds mine, massaging it. Tantalizing it.

Making me want him more than I want my next breath.

His hands slide down my body, making the little hairs on my skin stand at attention in their wake. He finds the hem of my dress and tugs it up. He breaks the kiss so he can pull it over my head and tosses it to meet his shirt on the floor.

His eyes feast hungrily on my nearly naked body.

“Gorgeous.” His fingers stroke my bared body. “I knew you would be fucking gorgeous.”

I can’t stop the grin that spread across my lips.

“As much as I appreciate the compliment, how about a little less talk?”

“And a lot more action.” His eyes darken. “You read my mine.”

He pulls me back into his arms and lifts me up onto the counter, pushing the dishtowel and a couple of pieces rattling to the floor.

I barely notice as he trails kisses over the swell of my breasts. I grip his shoulders as he moves down to the lace still covering me. He swipes his tongue over the thin material, making my nipple pucker.

I feel his lips curve against me as he sucks it into his mouth.

My grip on him tightens even as he holds me upright with one hand. The other moves between my thighs. He strokes his fingers up and down them. Each time he comes closer and closer to the place where I want him to touch me most.

“Please.” I croon as he tosses my bra aside and his lips find my breasts again. This time with no barrier between them.

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.” I glance down briefly, savoring the view of his dark head at my chest. “Make me yours.”

“I will.” He moves to give the other breast attention. “But I want to drive you wild first.”

As he says the words, his wandering hand cups my pussy through my panties.

I gasp and buckle toward him. “You’re off to a good start.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling around my nipple, sending a wave of pulsing pleasure through me. It’s not just a jolt, but goes on and on.

I cry out. “Oh my God.”

I shake my head. “I’ve never…” I swallow hard as the pulse lessens. “I’ve never come from… that.”

“Well, we’re just getting started.”

I open my eyes to watch as he drops to the ground. Gripping my thighs he spread them wider, tugging my panties down in one swift motion.

Then his tongue, his lips, are on me again. And he waists no time sending me over another cliff of pleasure. This one has the intensity to make me scream.

I lean back against the shelf, gasping for breath. I open my eyes again to watch as he stands. His stare is fixed on me. Intense. Unblinking.

Dressed now in only his pants, he reaches into the back pocket and retrieves his wallet. I reach for it and remove a small foil packet.

Sitting up, I toss the wallet to the side and reach for him, grabbing him by the belt loops.

“Now.” I flip the top button open and lower the zipper. “Now, I want to feel you inside of me.”

He nods. He opens his mouth, but whatever he says dies on his lips as my hand finds his thick, hard cock. I can’t resist pumping the shaft once. Twice.

He hisses and glares at me. “I thought I was the devil and you were supposed to be the angel.”

“That’s where you thought wrong.” I smirk, but decide to have pity on him.

I slide the condom down his length. He guides his cock to my entrance and hesitates.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod and loop a leg around him. “Fuck me.”

His eyebrows lift. “I didn’t think angels spoke like that.”

“Fuck me all night and you’ll find out everything an angel says.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Then, with one motion, he thrusts into me. I cry out.

“Oh.” I throw my head back as he fills me, stretches me. “Oh, God.”

“That’s more like it, Angel.”

I’m not sure what I say next. I’m not sure they’re even real words.

But as he moves inside of me, claiming me in every way imaginable, I know there aren’t words to describe this connection I feel to him.