Give in to You

Summary: Grant makes MC (Mara) dinner, and it leads to more, and some revelations for Mara.

Note: I really had intended on writing and posting more fluff for these two first, but I’ve had this idea in my head and it just wouldn’t go away. 🙂

“So?”

Mara glances up from her nearly empty plate, and Grant looks at her expectantly.

“So?” she repeats teasingly.

He just shakes his head at her, then takes a sip of his wine. Mara takes another bite and groans quietly.

“Okay,” she says. “As delicious as that restaurant was, these crab cakes are amazing.”

“The best food to ever food?” Grant asks.

He’s grinning at her from across the table. Mara points at her empty plate. “If I say yes, will you give me more?”

“Yes,” he agrees. “But I also have dessert.”

“You also bake,” she states after a moment.

“I also bake,” he confirms.

When they finish dinner and dessert (and after Grant lets Mara do the dishes after she repeatedly insists that it’s only fair), they sit together on the couch in his private suite at his family’s mansion, finishing the bottle of wine.

“Definitely the best food to ever food. All of it. I’m never leaving. You’ll have to drag me out of here,” Mara declares.

Grant laughs. She leans against him, and he lifts his arm, wrapping it around her. She hums contentedly.

“Thank you for dinner,” she says.

He gently squeezes his arm around her waist. “You’re welcome.”

She tilts her head up and finds Grant staring down at her.

“You’re staring,” she murmurs.

He nods, leaning down to just brush his lips against hers. “I am.”

Mara sighs, slipping her hand around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply. He runs his tongue slowly over her bottom lip, and she lays back on the couch, pulling him over her. She trails her hands down his back, smiling at the way his muscles twitch.

Grant’s hand wanders slowly up her side, capturing the hem of her shirt in his fingertips and dragging it up slowly. Goosebumps dot her skin where he touches her. He kisses her slowly, taking his time. He tastes like the wine and the creme brûlée he made when she brushes his tongue with hers.

“Are you always this impatient?” Grant asks in a murmur when she deftly undoes the buttons on his shirt and pushes it over his shoulders.

Mara smirks. “Uh…yeah. Kind of.”

She feels him smile before he nudges her chin up and kisses down her neck. His teeth graze a sensitive spot that makes her moan with pleasure.

“Do you always tease this much?” she groans when he does it again, slower this time.

“I’m not teasing,” Grant says.

He looks up, and Mara bites her lip at the look on his face.

“I want you to feel good,” he continues, his fingertips drifting back up her side and just below the lacy edge of her bra.

“Oh god,” she whispers.

He leans back just enough to get his shirt the rest of the way off. Mara reaches for him, letting her hands wander across his chest. Grant watches her, a mixture of desire and longing on his face. As much as she kind of just wants to rip their clothes off, she forces herself to go slow, exploring the lines of his muscles and his smooth skin.

“You have a tattoo,” she murmurs, tracing the design on his chest.

“I do.”

She sits up, snagging his lips in a quick kiss, then presses her mouth to the ink on his skin.

“Do you have any?” Grant asks her, slowly pulling her shirt over her head.

Mara nods. “Three.”

His eyes roam her skin, searching. She grins, then twists her shoulder towards him. He spots it immediately, the quote above her left shoulder blade.

“One,” he says, tilting his head down and pressing a kiss to the words.

She shivers at the slow, deliberate motion, the soft flick of his tongue when he lifts his head back up and sucks gently on her neck. Mara pulls her right pant leg up a little, and Grant touches the tiny tattoo near her ankle.

“Two,” he murmurs.

She kisses him again, leaning into him, then stands and undoes the button on her jeans. The zipper makes a faint metallic sound as she slides it down. Grant pulls her towards him, his mouth trailing across her stomach.

“Let me,” he says in a low voice, and she nearly squirms.

By this point, she’s normally shedding clothing as quickly as possible and just wanting to get to it, already. She’s never had much patience, and never been with a man who’s actually taken his time and thought about her feeling good.

Grant hooks his thumbs in her waistband and slowly drags her pants down and off. His fingers explore her skin as it’s bared to him, until she’s almost shaking. He traces the tattoo that sits low on her hip, leaning forward, his lips whispering over it.

“Three.”

The word vibrates against her hip.

“I swear you’re trying to kill me,” she mumbles.

There’s a tiny smile on Grant’s face when she looks down.

“I’m not.”

He keeps kissing her skin, and Mara groans at the pleasant scratch of his stubble, the warmth of his lips. She slips her hands around the back of his neck, lightly digging into his muscles.

“You sure?” she asks when Grant dips his fingers just under the waistband of her underwear, then drags them back up.

“I promise,” he murmurs, reaching up to undo her bra.

It quietly hits the wood floor. Mara sucks in a breath at the feel of his hands on her breasts, his thumbs running over her sensitive skin.

“God, Grant,” she breathes.

She sinks onto his lap, her legs on either side of his. Their bare skin finally touching makes her sigh with pleasure. His heart thunders under her palm, and he groans quietly when she shifts her hips back and reaches for his belt buckle.

“I want you,” she says against his neck. “I’ve wanted you since I met you.”

She gets his belt undone, then pops the button on his jeans out and pulls his zipper down.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You do remember how much I flirted with you, right? I almost asked you to sneak off with me right then and there,” Mara says.

Grant squeezes her hips when she slips her hand into his boxers.

“I remember,” he groans, then teasingly asks, “What stopped you?”

“I’m not much for a possible audience walking in,” Mara says lightly, running her hand over him.

Grant barks out a laugh. He throbs under her touch, and she grins, biting her lip, then squeezes, just a little.

“Me neither,” he grunts.

Once again, she’s tempted, so tempted, to just yank the rest of their clothes off. She’s beyond turned on and has been wanting him for weeks. She’s nearly naked and straddling him. He’s hard and twitching against her hand, and when he curses under his breath at her motions, she nearly loses it. God, she wants him.

“There’s no chance of an audience now though,” she points out. “I think we should take full advantage of that.”

Grant kisses her hard, then lifts her up easily. Her legs lock around his waist as he carries her down the hall and into his bedroom. It’s neat, organized and masculine and exactly how she imagined his room would be.

“Your bed is bigger than mine,” she pouts playfully when he lowers her legs down.

“You know, that bed was one of the first things I bought with my first paycheck,” Grant says.

“Oh?”

She perches on the end of it, watching through hooded eyes as he takes his jeans off. A quiet “Mmm” slips out of her lips at the sight of him in just his underwear. Grant raises his eyebrows and smirks, but she sees the faint flush on his cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” she murmurs, and the corners of his mouth tilt up.

Mara crawls backwards on the bed, not missing the way he stares at her again.

“You are unbelievably beautiful,” Grant says reverently.

She likes that she can hear, can feel, the sincerity in his words. This isn’t some cheap, meaningless flattery; no, she can tell he really and truly means it. It makes her stomach flutter.

Grant climbs into the bed, propping himself up over her and threading his hand into her hair. Just before he leans in to kiss her, he smiles softly and says, “Now you’re the one blushing.”

Mara laughs quietly. “Yeah. I am.”

His fingers trace over her curves, and she inhales sharply when he dips his hand between her legs and into her underwear. She sinks back into his pillows, squirming a little at his touch. He kisses her deeply, his touch growing bolder, firmer, until she’s moaning his name and digging her fingers into his shoulders.

“No,” she protests when he suddenly stops, but it’s only long enough to get her underwear off.

Before he can lay back down, she tugs at his boxer briefs.

“These are in the way,” she says a bit breathlessly.

He obliges, stripping them off. Seeing him completely bare and the way he kisses her, gently biting her bottom lip, makes her patience finally snap.

“God, Grant, I want you. Now,” she says, thrusting her hips emphatically up into his.

His fingers dip into her warmth again, and she arches into his hand.

“Patience, Mara,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have a lot of that,” she manages to get out.

She gasps when he pumps his fingers in and out and slowly kisses his way down her chest and stomach.

“I’ve noticed,” he says, pausing momentarily, and nips at her hip.

Mara swats his shoulder playfully, and his laughter rumbles against her skin. He keeps kissing her, warm, wet kisses just below her belly button and across to her other hip.

His mouth trails lower. The soft, warm pressure of his tongue against her clit makes her jump and almost makes her scream. Her hands yank at his sheets, her chest and stomach rising and falling quickly with her rapid breathing. She writhes underneath him, his name a plea on her lips.

Grant kisses her thigh, then moves both hands up to hold her hips down and flutters his tongue into her.

“Oh god, Grant,” she gasps, her hips snapping up into him.

She has never felt this wildly out of control with want and need for anyone. Before this, she’s always been the one in control, taking the lead, setting the pace. She’s preferred it that way, has never wanted or been able to relinquish that control to anyone.

But now…now she doesn’t care that she’s loudly moaning Grant’s name and about to completely come apart underneath him. It’s incredibly arousing and also oddly freeing, not being the one leading for once. Her toes curl into the sheets at the pace he sets, his thumbs running slow lines across her hip bones.

She’s right there, so close, the blood roaring between her ears and a pleasant tingling setting her every nerve ending on fire. Grant darts up suddenly, pressing his fingers back into her, his thumb on her most sensitive spot, his mouth covering hers as she nearly screams when she comes.

He kisses her through it, deep, hungry kisses, until she slumps into his bed, feeling boneless.

“Oh my god,” Mara murmurs. “Just…oh my god.”

Grant smiles softly against her lips, kissing her again. She hums contentedly, trailing her hands down the length of his back, across his shoulders. She can taste herself when he kisses her, and it makes her groan quietly.

Mara slips her thigh around his hip, and the deep guttural groan he makes when his erection brushes her warmth makes her impatient all over again.

“Can I have you now?” she breathes in his ear, slipping her hand down between them.

She wraps her fingers around him, sucking in shallow breaths at the quiet noises he makes when he presses towards her. Mara jolts against him, the feel of his hardened length rubbing against her sensitive flesh making heat pool in her belly again. He fumbles in the nightstand next to the bed and slips a condom on.

His eyes lock on hers when he eases into her. They stay locked until he’s pressed fully within her and starts moving slowly, and she arches into him and throws her head back. Each time she moans, he moves a little faster.

When she forces her eyes back open, she tugs his head down, her lips finding his in desperate, messy kisses. God, it’s never been like this. He feels incredible and seems to know just how to move against her and touch her, but Mara has a feeling that trusting him and finally relinquishing control to someone is a big part of it too.

Grant’s breathing grows rapid and ragged against her. Mara wraps her arms around his back, matching the insistent press of his hips. He slams into her harder when she gently bites his neck and makes noises of pleasure into his skin. She clenches her muscles around him, and Grant groans her name raggedly.

He tugs her thigh up higher around his waist, pressing into her more deeply.

“Grant!” she gasps, white flashing behind her eyelids, another orgasm rushing through her.

Grant thrusts into her shallowly as her muscles flutter around him, then stills as he comes. He drops his head down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then rolls to the side, pulling her over his chest.

“You are…that was…” she says dazedly after a minute.

“Incredible,” Grant murmurs.

He tilts her chin up, kissing her slowly.

“Oh, that doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she says, and Grant laughs quietly.

They kiss languidly, their skin warm and slick with sweat. Grant vanishes into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a t-shirt that he hands to her. Her heart flutters at the simple gesture, the unspoken request for her to stay the night. There’s also something she really loves about the idea of sleeping in his shirt, but…

“We should sleep naked,” she declares.

Grant looks at the boxer briefs he’s put back on. He chuckles and shakes his head, then takes them back off and climbs into bed next to her. “Do you usually sleep naked?”

Mara shrugs, rolling to her side to face him. “If it’s really hot.”

She lifts her thigh around his hip as he kisses her, shifting closer.

“Mmm,” she sighs, closing her eyes and snuggling against his chest.

“Comfortable?” Grant asks.

She nods. “You know I’m really never leaving now, right?”

She lifts her head up just in time to catch his smile. “I think I can live with that.”