Now or Never

soon.
    About twenty minutes later Derrick pulled up on his motorcycle. She waited impatiently until he came to the door. When the doorbell rang she counted to ten and then answered it. She was trying not to appear too eager for once.
    “How are you holding up?” He asked searching her face as he crossed through the doorway. She could see the concern in his eyes.
    Grayson shrugged and looked down. It was hard for her to talk about her feelings. She didn’t want to remember her father lying in the casket. A shell of the man he once was. Mentally, she felt raw and exhausted. But, as soon as Derrick walked through the door, she once again felt alive and wanted. “Fine, I guess. It still doesn’t seem real.”
    “It’s crazy how quickly life can be taken,” Derrick said quietly.
    “Yep, in the blink of an eye.”
    “Is your mother home?” Derrick looked into the kitchen.
    “No, she’s at Ethan’s.”
    He took three steps closer closing the distance. His strong arms coiled around her, and his familiar spicy smell brought an instant stirring of arousal. He leaned forward and rested his forehand on hers. His skin felt warm, and her heart thudded against her chest. Grayson stood on her tiptoes, and his lips closed over hers softly sucking her lower lip, and a soft moan escaped her. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed his touch. Ok, maybe that was a lie. She always missed being close to him. Grayson wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him even closer till their bodies were pressed together. Her legs felt weak as the kiss deepened, overloading her senses. Her panties were already damp, and she was filled with anticipation.
    “My room,” Grace managed to get out. Taking a step backwards she pulled Derrick with her down the hallway. He yanked off her shirt, unclipped her bra, and tossed his shirt off before they even made it to the door.
    Derrick unzipped her jeans, tugged them off, and slipped off his shoes. He then pushed his pants down and kicked them to the side. She stared at his muscular shoulders and arms; she couldn’t get over how sexy this man was. Her eyes trailed downward to find he was ready and waiting. In her eyes, he was perfection.
    He nudged her back onto the bed his palm cupping her breast causing it to instantly swell. He climbed on top of her taking some of the weight off her by resting on his forearms. He lowered his mouth and traced his tongue around her nipple. Desire shot between her legs and his hand made its way to her other breast rolling the hard nipple between his fingers, making her draw in a sharp breath. Her back arched, and she dug her nails into his back, trying not to scream and wake the entire neighborhood. When she was in his arms, everything else seemed to fade away. She loved feeling his strong body pressed to hers. Reaching up she grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back to hers.
    Every nerve ending in her body felt like a live wire.
    He used his fingers to bring her to the edge slowly going in and out as his thumb made a circular motion causing her back to arch uncontrollably until she cried out in pleasure. She trembled at his touch, and couldn’t get enough of the slow throbbing pulse inside of her.
    “So soft and warm,” he murmured.
    Her nails dug unconsciously into his back. He gazed down at her with his intense green eyes. One of his thumbs brushed the corner of her lip.
    “Derrick,” she groaned.
    He kissed her deeply. Grayson felt like she was going out of her mind. She hadn’t known such mind numbing pleasure existed until she met Derrick.
    Finally, he entered her. Moaning, she met him thrust for thrust. They were frantic for each other. It seemed like every time they were together, it was more intense then the last. They went at each other until their bodies glistened with sweat. Completely satisfied, they collapsed next to each other exhausted.
    “Lunch?” Grayson rolled over and propped herself on her elbow. They lay facing each other, their bodies relaxed and content. Grace touched his face slowly with her fingertips along his bristled jaw and outlined his lips before leaning in for a soft lingering kiss.
    Once she pulled away, Derrick said, “I brought sandwiches.” His hand laid lightly on the curve of her waist his fingers slowly kneading her skin. His fingers drove her mad. Every little touch was intoxicating.
    Her body tensed, “Sandwiches? I thought we were going out to lunch. Like on a date.”
    “That’s