Ravens Innocence ~ Unedited Excerpt ~ ‘Dessert’ Mmmm

The ride back to Grant’s place was too quick, yet not long enough. We didn’t talk to each other. Instead Grant had turned on the radio and I sent Kat a text telling her that I hoped she was having a good time with Ethan and that my evening was going great but I was not sure when I would be back at the apartment. I noticed Grant giving me a couple of quick sideways glances but each time I would catch him looking at me, he would divert his eyes back to the road quickly but then a sly grin would creep across his face as well. I would pretend not to think anymore of his sideways glances and continue to watch the Pine trees flying by under the star lit sky, as I stared out the window.
Truth is though, on the inside, I was freaking out. Our conversation at dinner did not go at all the way I expected. The way Grant looked at me with his turquoise eyes, like he wanted to devour me right there at the table, and apparently that is still on his agenda for the evening. The way he called me sweetheart; in a deep sexy purr. That was a first, and it’s something I look forward to hearing again.
And he wants to savor me for dessert? I’m not opposed to the idea at all, believe me, I’ve been fantasizing about having his body wrapped up in mine since I the night I met him, but now that it’s finally about to happen, I am about to crawl out of my skin with anxiety. I haven’t been with anyone for so long, not sexually speaking anyway. I have never been promiscuous. The few people I have had sex with, were people that I were in serious relationships with and grew to love. I may come across as flirty and sexually driven, but I am not licentious. I don’t like having my heart toyed with, not to mention all the dangers that come with having multiple sexual partners.
Hearing Grant tell me that he really liked me does put my mind at ease just a little. I really like him too. In the short time we’ve known each other. I think there might be real potential there for us. I’m trying to ease into this hopeful, yet cautious. Right now I am feeling all kinds of mixed emotions.
My thoughts are interrupted when Grant slows down and turns onto the road that leads to his house. Anxiety levels returning, pretty high too. Someone is going to need to un-stick me from the ceiling. He senses my anxiety and reaches over and places a hand on my leg. I look over at him and he winks at me, I smile in return.
I feel my heart starting to beat a little faster as I see Grant’s vastly exquisite home come into view. Grant slowly makes his way up the driveway and then parks his Touareg. Without saying anything he gets out and walks around and opens my door for me.
“You really don’t have to do that.” I’m just trying to find a way to break the ice.
“I know that. But being a gentleman never goes out of style.” Grant takes my hand and helps me step out down out of the vehicle. I shiver as the bitter cold wind wraps around us. “I guess I should have pulled into the garage. Let’s get you inside.” Grant keeps an arm wrapped around me as we walk up to the front door.
When we get inside he takes my coat and purse from me and puts them away. Then he gets his fireplace going and offers me a drink. I’m still feeling the effects of the wine from dinner so I ask for water, although some more wine might help relax me again, but I don’t want to make myself sick. I sit down on the sofa and Grant brings me a glass of water and has added a lemon slice to it.
“Thank You. Oh, you added lemon.” I say sweetly as I take the glass from him. I hate lemon. Especially germ infested lemon slices floating in my water. I thought I told him that before. He probably just forgot, but I’m not drinking that. I don’t want to sour his mood by reminding him of how disgusted I am when I see lemon slices floating in people’s glasses of water, so I painfully take the glass and put it to my lips and pretend to take a sip of it. Grant sits down on the opposite end of the sofa from me. I set my glass down on the end table beside me. When I turn back to look at Grant I see that he has a very seductive look on his face. I can’t help but blush, yet again.
“Blushing already Raven? We haven’t even got started yet.” Oh my, what does he mean by that? I feel my face heating up more and I know I have to be crimson red right now.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, as if I don’t already know. I think I’m trying to buy time. I feel my heart about to beat out of my chest. I should forget stalling and just let him take me right here, right now.
“If I recall, we were waiting to have dessert once we got here.” Grant starts to inch towards me. “And we’re here now.” He’s still moving closer, passion starting to burn in his eyes. “And I am ready for dessert.” Without hesitation Grant’s mouth comes crashing down on mine. I am astonished by dominance as he wraps one arm underneath my back and starts to push me down onto the sofa while he runs his other hand through my silky curls. He is kissing me with such force, I am almost gasping for my next breath.
He starts to move his hand out of my hair and down the front of my chest. He moves his hand under my shirt and I feel it searching for the clasp on my bra. Panic sets in and I suddenly need for him to get off of me and give me some space. I break away from his kiss, breathing heavily. “Please Grant. Stop. Stop now. Please.” He quickly sits up with a perplexed look on his face.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He helps pull me upright into a sitting position with a look of worry on his face.
“No. No you didn’t hurt me. I just…” What is wrong with me? I’ve been waiting for this moment.
“You just what?” He asks me.
“I don’t really know.” I pout. “I just panicked I guess. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I…” Oh for shit’s sake spit it out.
“You what Raven?” He looks at me sincerely. “You can tell me anything you know.”
I look away embarrassed. I should not have interrupted what was happening between us. Grant takes his hand and gently places it under my chin and tilts my face back to meet his stare. He is waiting for me to answer him, searching my eyes for a glimpse of what is hiding behind them. “Why did you panic?” He whispers.
I take a hold of his hand and bring it down to my lap but I don’t look away from him. “I haven’t been with anyone for such a long time Grant.”
“And?” he encourages.
I just shrug my shoulders and give him a pouty look. I don’t have an answer for him really. What am I afraid of exactly, rejection? That’s absurd. We wouldn’t be here now if there was any chance of rejection; he would have already been long gone by now. Maybe it’s because it has been so long and I’m afraid of disappointing him. I want this to be perfect. But what is perfect when it comes to sex?
“Raven, relax. What matters to me is this, you and me. Right here. Right now. Nothing else.” Once again, it’s as if he has read my mind. I breathe a sigh of relief and I bite my lip out of pure embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry.” I let out a nervous laugh. “Leave it to me to take an incredible moment and instantly kill it.”
“Oh sweetheart, no need to apologize.” Sweetheart. I am swooning. “You haven’t killed anything. Maybe squeezed a little life out of it, but not completely killed it.” He smirks and I roll my eyes and giggle at his comment. “Raven, we don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to.”
“But I do.” I quickly respond. Grant’s eyes widen with surprise.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” He starts stroking my hand with his thumb. He is being so considerate of my feelings right now.
“Trust me Grant, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.” I flash him a sexy smile. “And right now, all I want to do, is you.” I hold his stare with a daring look.
Grant pulls his hand from mine and starts to get up off of the couch. “What are you doing?” I ask, instantly worried that I said something wrong.
“I think I’m going to take my dessert to the bedroom and devour it there.” He smirks with a wickedly devilish grin as he reaches down and pulls me up off the sofa. Butterflies are erupting deep inside me. I can’t believe we are going to do this, finally. I am so nervous. It is taking all I’ve got to move one foot in front of the other to follow him up the luxury grand staircase that leads up to the bedrooms. I’ve not been in Grant’s bedroom yet, I’ve had no reason to be before now.
Once we reach the door to Grant’s bedroom he stops before going in and turns to me. “Are you sure about this Raven? Because it’s not too late to change your mind.” What an odd thing to say, however it also excites me. I shake my head and blush, it’s all I can muster right now. Grant opens his bedroom door and pulls me inside.
His bedroom is huge. I think that me and Kat’s apartment could easily fit in this room. Well, close anyway. I divert my attention to his king size bed and the slate gray duvet set that is neatly made. I am impressed that he keeps his bedroom so tidy. It looks as if no one uses this room. In fact, from what I have seen, he keeps his whole house uncluttered and very clean; not your typical bachelor pad that comes to mind.
I don’t have much time to really take in the bedroom before Grant is standing behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, and he is lightly kissing the back of my neck. He’s not wasting any time, and I’m okay with that. I let out a low purring sounds. God that feels so good. Grant starts to tug at my sweater and I feel him leaving a trail of kisses from my neck down to my shoulder.
“I think it’s time that you lose this sweater.” He whispers this in my ear, which causes goose bumps to erupt across my skin. Just when I think that he is going to take it off of me himself, he steps in front of me and says “Take your clothes off.” I see desire burning in his eyes. I hesitate and look away from him, letting my insecurities take over and Grant senses this immediately. “Look at me Raven.” He commands. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I think that you are beautiful. I want to watch you undress yourself slowly, so that I can take you all in, inch by inch.” He pauses and I see a shift in his stare. “It will be like unwrapping a present, that I have long waited to get my hands on, and play with.”
My whole body has to be the color of my red sweater right now. Wow, I can’t believe he just said that. I feel my cheeks flushing hot and the desire to have him ripping my sweater off and throwing me on his bed is burning through me. I swallow and take a deep breath. I’m telling myself I can do this. This gorgeous man wants to see me naked, all of me. He wants this. I want this.
I take a couple of steps back away from him and I slowly lift my sweater up over my head and toss it to the side. Grant gives me a pleasing look and nods his head signaling for me to continue. I reach down and unzip each one of my boots, but then Grant bends down and slowly pulls each one off of me very carefully insuring that I do not lose my balance. I nervously undo my jeans and slowly push them down around my ankles. Grant, still bent down, carefully pulls each leg of my jeans off of me and tosses them next to my sweater. Then he stands up and backs away from me and catches his breath as he takes me all in. I’m still wearing my sheer bra and panties, which leaves nothing to the imagination.
“God you are beautiful.” Grant is looking at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and this makes me feel blissful, to have him look at me and see such admiration in his eyes. I smile at him and without thinking wrap my arms around my waist in an attempt to cover myself. Grant steps towards me, takes hold of my wrists, and pulls my arms away from my stomach. “Don’t do that”.
“Do what?” I ask innocently.
“Cover yourself up. What did I just say to you?” He demands.
I look away from him embarrassed.
“Look at me Raven.” He is being awful pushy. I turn back to meet his stare. “What did I say to you? And do not make me ask you again.” What?
I stutter, “that I’m beautiful.”
“You don’t say it like you believe it Raven.” Because I don’t. His eyes are piercing. I lightly shrug my shoulders and force a weak smile. “Well then, I guess I’m going to have to convince you of it.” And how does he plan on doing that? Without letting go of my wrists, Grant starts backing me up until I feel the bed at the backs of my legs. I am so nervous I feel as if my legs might just give out on me at any moment. Grant lets go of my wrists and then pulls his own sweater up over his head and drops it on the floor. Then he gives me a sly sexy grin and takes a step back and starts unbuttoning the shirt he had on underneath. My knees are growing weak at the anticipation of seeing his beautiful naked body, but I don’t move from where I am standing.
When Grant lets his button down shirt fall behind him, I gasp in surprise at the beautiful artwork splaying across his lean and chiseled body. I had no idea that Grant had a tattoo, especially one of this magnitude and artistry. It’s of an old oak tree, and the base of the tree sits on his right side somewhere below his waistline, that I can see. The trunk of the tree comes up his side, and the branches are reaching out and wrapping themselves up around his torso and then his pectoral muscles and peak on top of his shoulder. The lines, the shading of blacks and grays, the detail, it’s all so extraordinary. I stand there and admire the artwork as he unbuttons his pants, not taking his eyes off of me once. He bends down to remove his pants from his legs and I see that the oak tree also wraps around to his back as well and continues upwards. It is one of the most magnificent tattoos I have ever seen.
Grant stands back up, only still in his boxers and slowly steps towards me. His eyes are burning with passion and I am trying to catch my breath, feeling anticipation and desire burning deep within me. He stops and presses his body against mine. He reaches one arm around my back and pulls me in close, and with his other hand he places his fingers on my cheek gently glides them down to my bottom lip, then down my chin, then he traces a line down my neck and my head falls back as his fingers keep going until they finally touch ………

Copyright ©2014 –ND White

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