Turning of the Stars Ch. 03

"Impatient, are we?" He pulled back long enough to glance at her flushed face.

"You're driving me crazy."

"Good."

Grant walked backwards toward the couch, sat down and pulled her towards him with both hands until she knelt straddling him on the couch. Anna thought briefly about asking what happened to not wanting their first time to be a quickie and then decided she didn't want to risk him changing his mind so she kept her mouth shut- or if not shut, then at least quiet. She bent her head to kiss him, rubbing her cheek against the soft prickles of his beard before tasting his lips.

With one hand on the back of her neck he slid the other up her leg under her dress, resting his palm on her hip bone while he stroked the sensitive skin just to the inside with his thumb. Anna shuddered at the delicate touch and felt him grin against her lips.

He pulled away and started kissing and sucking his way down her neck. She knew where he was going, but it was still a shock when she felt the warm heat of his mouth close on one nipple and suck it deep inside. Her thighs clenched around him and he drew her sharply forward with the hand on her hip, bringing her in contact with the hard length of him. There was only a thin stretch of damp cotton separating Anna's most tender spots from the rough fabric of his jeans and the sensation made her draw in a sharp breath.

Grant's head snapped up immediately, looking into her eyes. "You alright?"

Anna could do nothing more than nod wordlessly, moving her hips against him to show that nothing was wrong. He returned his attention to her breasts and held her hips gently as she rocked against him, letting her do what felt good to her. One hand drifted down between her legs, pressing her panties into her wet cleft as he rubbed little circles against her clit. When she started to move faster and make little mewling noises he looked up to watch her face flush as she approached climax.

Just before he knew she was about to come he pushed her hips away, twisting both their bodies to let her fall back on the couch next to him. Ignoring the look of outraged surprise on her face he grabbed her panties at the hips and slid them down and off. He looked back up into her face as he slid his hands back up the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs wide.

They stared in each other's eyes as he slowly bent his head to her wet center and dragged his tongue straight up from bottom to top. When he got to the hard nub at the tip of her crease her eyes rolled up and her head fell back with a deep moan. Gratified with her response, he did it a few more times, slow licks from bottom to top, teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue as he went.

When her hips started jerking with each stroke he didn't let up, but pulled his tongue away just before he got to her most sensitive spot. He was rewarded with one of her sexy little whimpers so he did that again too and was surprised when Anna arched up, pushing her hips up to press herself against his mouth.

At that point he gave up all pretense of teasing her and sealed his mouth against her, sucking her clit roughly between his lips and stabbing at it with his tongue. His fingers bit into her thighs as he pressed her legs even wider, giving him access to more of her sweet folds. He plunged his tongue inside her, gratified to hear her exclamation of surprised pleasure, then dragged it back out to continue his attention to her clit. Back and forth he went, never staying in one place quite long enough to push her over the edge, but never backing off enough to let her relax.

"Grant, please!"

Her legs were trembling and he could feel the tension in her body. He decided he'd tortured her long enough and intensified his attack, dying to taste her as she came in his mouth, mentally willing her to come for him. Suddenly her whole body went rigid, she threw her arms over her face and he heard a muffled keening coming from the direction of her head. He slowed, but continued to suck and lick for several more minutes until he felt her gentle hands on his head, pushing him away.

"Grant," she whispered his name with such raw need that it sent a shiver down his spine and made the hairs rise on his arms. With a sudden pang of guilt he realized he'd let the situation get out of hand. He'd just thought to tease her for a few minutes to give them both a taste of what was coming later, but she'd been so sexy and so incredibly responsive he had gotten caught up in the moment.

Anna tugged on the collar of his shirt to pull him up level with her and he could see the same need he heard in her voice reflected in her eyes. It made his breath stop short and for a long moment he just held his breath, coming very close to just giving in to what they both wanted so badly. With his cock protesting firmly against the inside of his zipper he shook his head and lightly kissed her lips, barely touching her for fear he wouldn't be able to stop. Climbing gingerly off the couch he crouched on the floor next to her.

"Will you feed my fish for me?"

"What?" she asked, a look of such sweet confusion on her face that he felt another sharp tug of guilt.

Grant brushed the hair off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. "Will you feed my fish for me?"

Anna looked at him as if he had two heads and he could see the fog of desire clearing from her eyes. "That better be a euphemism for something really dirty."

"I have to go give Brody his break and then we can leave. Thirty minutes, tops. Will you feed my fish so we can go as soon as I'm done?"

Anna's mouth dropped open in silent outrage and Grant watched the color creep up her chest and neck. She recovered her voice by the time it reached her face.

"You asshole." Anna punched him hard on the arm. The fact that he was distracted by the way her breasts jiggled with the impact was not lost on her so she sat up and pulled one side of her top up, making a futile attempt to cover herself as she untwisted her dress and tried to gather the strings to tie them. He reached up to take the strings, thinking to help her, but she batted feebly at his hands and shot him a withering look.

"I can do it," she snapped.

Grant sat back on his heels a moment and watched her struggle, but couldn't stand it for long. He lifted up and took her hands in his, stilling her movements, before leaning in and kissing her gently on the lips. He felt her soften against him and let go of her hands to grab the strings and tie them behind her neck.

"I'm sorry," he murmered against her lips. "But I promise," he said, placing another kiss at the corner of her mouth. "I'll make it up to you." He kissed her jaw. "Very soon," he finished, with a kiss just below her ear.

"You better," she said, without heat. "That was a dirty trick."

Grant smiled, relieved that she wasn't really angry. "I've got a whole bag full of tricks, babe. That one was nowhere near as dirty as some." He stood up to leave, but as he was heading toward the door something caught his eye. With a graceful scoop he grabbed her underwear off the floor and dangled them between two fingers. When she reached out to take them he shot her an evil grin, stuffed them in his pocket, and walked out.

Anna sat dazed for a moment, unable to focus her racing thoughts. Their little adventure on the couch had been amazing, but she felt a pang of irritation at him that he played with her like that and she had to wonder if he'd done it on purpose. Whether he'd known what she was thinking and hadn't set her straight or if he'd gotten caught up just like she had. After a few minutes she realized she was staring at the fish and remembered his request.

"I should let them starve, that'd teach him a lesson." Before the words had even left her lips she felt guilty. "Just kidding, fellas," she said into the opening at the top of the tank. While she was sprinkling the flakes into the water a sly smile spread across her face; she was going to have to get him back for this.

Anna giggled to herself, unsure whether she'd be able to pull off her little plan, but either way she'd have fun trying. Despite feeling a little awkward about not having any underwear on she decided to go sit at the bar and have another beer while she waited, figuring that getting ignored by Corie would at least be more entertaining than watching the fish eat. Maybe.

She was happily surprised to see Brody sitting at the bar and joined him. He ordered them both another beer, saving Anna the trouble of having to get Corie's attention, and they spent the rest of his break looking at pictures of his new baby on his phone.

For such an imposing man, it was plain to see that at only six and a half weeks old his daughter had him wrapped around her little finger. And his wife even more so. Anna noticed the look on his face when he showed her the picture of his wife holding their then-newborn baby and felt a sympathetic swell in her heart for the love she could see in his eyes.

Finally he stood up and tucked his phone back in his pocket. "Well I guess I ought to get back to the door. Thanks for humoring me."

"Not at all," she said sincerely. "You have a beautiful family. I'd love to meet them."

"I'm sure you will," he replied. "Marie is coming back to work in a few weeks. I get the feeling you aren't going anywhere."

"Oh, ah, well-"

"G's a good guy, you know."

"Is he?" Anna asked, genuinely interested in Brody's opinion.

"I trust him. And that's saying something."

Anna nodded, absorbing his words. Somehow they did make her feel better. After Brody left she turned back to the bar to finish her beer. She didn't have long to wait and had just put the empty bottle back on the counter when she felt a warm hand on her bare shoulder and turned to see Grant leaning on the bar next to her, grinning.

"Hey there, gorgeous. You ready to go?"

"Actually, I think I lost something and I don't want to leave without it. I wonder if you've seen it." She glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "It's a little pair of white cotton panties with a tiny bit of lace around the edges. Does that ring any bells?"

"That seems awfully careless, how does one lose such a thing?"

"Bar fight. They were lost in the scuffle."

"Bar fight, huh? Maybe the winner took them as evidence of his victory."

Anna's eyes narrowed at that but Grant just grinned at her and wiggled his eyebrows, sticking his hand in his pocket to finger the item in question.

"Or maybe he took them because he wanted to see how he looked in lace."

"Oh nice," he said with an amused snort. "Let's get the hell out of here. I can't wait to get you home."

They said their goodbyes and walked out to his car. As she climbed slowly in she lifted her leg high and gave her dress a surreptitious tug so it slid up her thigh nearly to her hip. She glanced up at him and knew from the look on his face that he'd gotten a good view. He swallowed hard and turned away, closing the door.

"So do you want to come to my place or would you feel more comfortable at yours?" he asked, climbing in the driver's side and starting the engine.

"Your place is fine." Suddenly she felt nervous so to cover she focused on her little revenge scheme and put her hand on Grant's thigh, squeezing as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"It's not far, only a couple of blocks. I bought it right after I opened the club, more as a place to party than a place to live. But I'm hardly ever there, so it doesn't matter too much."

"Oh hey, I forgot to tell you, Claudia is in love with your car. She was gushing about it all afternoon. Apparently it's a very sexy car."

"Oh yeah? I'll have to keep that in mind when I'm trying to impress the ladies."

Anna squeezed his leg again, moving it a bit higher up this time. "I don't think you'll need to rely on the car for that," she said grinning at him.

Grant raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you drunk?"

Anna burst out laughing. "No, I'm not. What, I can't call you sexy without you thinking I'm drunk?"

"Hm," he said suspiciously. "Well, you tell Claudia any time she wants to take it for a spin she's welcome. This was my sixteenth birthday present from my dad. It may be sexy, but it's also a really good car so I've never needed to buy another one."

"I'm warning you, if I tell Claudia that she will take you up on it at the first available opportunity."

Grant laughed, "I'm sure she will. She's not the type to hold back."

"You're right about that," Anna replied, nodding. Taking a page from Claudia's book she slid her hand up a little bit more so it was resting in the crease of his leg and began absentmindedly massaging his thigh with her fingers as she stared innocently out the window. She didn't stop until he shifted in his seat and placed his hand over hers, stilling her fingers. A few seconds later he pulled to a stop in front of what looked like a warehouse.

"That was fast."

"Told you," he said, and then leaning across the seat he was suddenly kissing her, one hand in her hair, the other pulling her hand more firmly between his legs. When Anna felt the bulge there she couldn't resist running her fingers down it and then her palm back up, reveling in the low groan her actions elicited from deep in Grant's throat. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and squeezed harder, caressing him with her hand and leaning into the kiss until Grant had to pull back to catch his breath.

"Fuck. Let's get inside," he said hoarsely as he opened his car door.

Anna steeled herself while she waited for him to walk around the car and open her door, then stood, brushing her breasts against his chest as she moved past him. She trailed her fingers across the front of his jeans and tucked two fingers in his pocket, walking backwards and pulling him with her toward the front door. Suddenly she pulled her fingers from his pocket with her panties pinched between them and looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, there they are! Always the last place you look," she said with a shake of her head, then turned and ran toward the door with a shriek as Grant tried to swipe them out of her hand.

He chased her to the door where he caught her around the waist and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder as he reached around her to unlock the door. His other hand slid up to caress one hard nipple through the fabric of her dress and then the hand with the keys plucked the panties from her grip as he kicked the door open. He tossed both the underwear and the keys onto a table by the door as they walked inside.

"I don't think you're gonna need those for a while," he said, menacingly into her ear, then spun her around and started kissing her again.

Anna could feel herself getting swept away again, the fog descending as they kissed. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once and she could feel herself responding almost against her will. Her thighs betrayed her, rubbing together of their own accord and heightening the unfamiliar, but not unpleasant sensation of being completely bare under her dress. Before she lost all control she forced herself to pull back and take a breath.

"Grant," she murmered.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, nuzzling the spot behind her ear.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

Grant froze. "What?" came his muffled reply.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat here?"

He straightened and looked her in the eye. "You're hungry?"

"Yeah."

"And you want to eat right now?"

"Yeah."

He took a deep breath and blew it out through his mouth. "Okay then. Let's get you some food."

Anna had a hard time suppressing a giggle as he took her hand and led her to the kitchen, but her surroundings helped distract her. What had looked like a warehouse from the outside was, in fact, a warehouse on the inside as well. It had been thoroughly refinished and decorated with sleek, modern furniture scattered throughout the open spaces.

Dark wooden beams spanned the overhead space supporting dropped ceiling panels that cut the building's height in half, but still left impressively high ceilings over the majority of the place. But the most noticeable feature was the huge wall of plate glass windows opening to a deck overlooking the river. Downtown was visible just downstream and the lights from the buildings twinkled on the surface of the river.

"Wow, what a gorgeous view!"

"Yeah it is," he said glancing up. "But between those windows and the twenty foot ceilings this place is hell to heat and cool."

He led her to the kitchen, which was exactly what she'd have expected for a chef's kitchen; wide open and filled with state of the art equipment. Grant opened the stainless steel refrigerator and evaluated the contents for a moment before pulling out a block of cheese, a jar of olives, and a small bag of grapes. He set those on the counter and then pulled a piece of pita out of a bag and popped it in the toaster oven. Turning back to the counter he began slicing the cheese and placing it carefully on a large plate.

Anna was fascinated watching him move through the kitchen with mindless ease, totally focused, no movement wasted, quick and efficient even as he arranged food on the plate as if it were a work of art to be presented in a museum. She almost hated to interrupt, but her plan was working pretty well so far and she wanted to see how far she could take it.

She stepped forward as he opened the jar of olives and when he went to pour some into a small bowl she slipped her hands under his t-shirt to find his warm skin beneath. She smiled to herself when he sloshed the olive juice onto the counter, but continued to run her fingers lightly along his stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans.

Grant continued to entice olives out of the jar with a fork, acting nonchalant, so Anna stepped up her game. She ran her lips softly down his neck, exhaling gently and stopping every few seconds to nip at his skin and place little suckling kisses here and there. He was so warm and soft under her fingers and lips and he smelled so good that she was startled when he set the olive jar down loudly on the counter; then had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

Grant reached over to take the pita bread out of the toaster oven and Anna took the opportunity to run one hand up his exposed side and around to brush against his nipple. She forgot about his barbell, however, and when she flicked it with her fingers he jumped and spun around quickly, dropping the pita on the floor.

She stepped back, thinking for a brief second that he was angry and then his eyes narrowed into that animal look that always sent shivers down her spine. He stalked toward her, pushing her up against the island in the middle of his kitchen and looming over her, placing his hands on the counter top on either side of her. She was bent back slightly off balance and had to put her hands behind her to steady herself.

"Is your revenge sweet?" he asked with a slight smile.

Anna laughed nervously and bit her lip. "I don't know. I haven't tasted it yet."

He lowered his head with a groan and kissed her savagely, his hands wrapping around her waist and bending her over further. Anna had to throw one arm around his neck to stay upright, bringing her breasts flush against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and with him pressed firmly against her from lips to thighs she thought she might spontaneously combust.

Finally he broke the kiss. "Are you really hungry?" he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Anna couldn't hold out any longer. This was as far as her plan went and she was more than ready to give in. "I can wait."

With that Grant reached one arm under her and swept her up, carrying her out of the kitchen over his shoulder..

She tried not to move, afraid he would drop her, especially when he started up a spiral staircase that seemed too narrow for one person, let alone one person carrying another. The staircase opened into a small loft dominated by a huge bed sitting low to the ground. Grant put one knee on the bed and tipped Anna onto her back, leaning in over her and kissing her before she had a chance to catch her breath.