The Unidentified Redhead

"I like when you're all Broadway, sweet girl."

We were quiet for another minute and then I pulled away.

"Let's order some di

I moved past him to get the room service menu when he caught my hand. I stood, half in and half out of the doorway, with him tugging on my hand. "Hey, Gracie. Where you ru

"I'm not ru

"What's that, love?" he asked, sweeping a series of gentle kisses along my jaw.

"It's not that much of a secret, but I want you to know…" I started, but he interrupted me.

"Hey, if you're going to say what I think you're going to say…wait, are you going to say it?" he asked, smiling down at me.

"Yes, yes I think so." I gri

"Well, then I think we should say it at the same time, yes?" he suggested.

"Count of three?" I asked. He nodded.

"One…" I started.

"Two…" he said, eyes twinkling.

"Three," we said together. We both paused, smiling hugely, and then I took a deep breath.

"Jack, I love you."

"I know," he said at the same time.

Ass…

"Ass!" I said, smacking him on the arm.

"That was great!" he laughed. I turned and started to walk off the patio in a mock huff, feeling his arms grab at me and not let me go. I smiled since my back was to him and he couldn't see.

"Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. You know how I feel." He chuckled, turning me around to face him.

"Say it, George. I want to hear you say it," I teased, scratching his scalp the way I knew he loved.

"Well lately, I find myself quite in love with you, Sheridan," he said, tracing my mouth with his fingertips.

I kissed them, and then said. "Mmm, I love you too, Hamilton. I really, really do."

He kissed me then, slowly and sweetly, and then pulled away a little to look at me.

"You didn't just say it because I got you drunk, right?" he asked, gri

"No dear, I got drunk all on my own. Now can we please order di

"Let's go get the menu, Nuts Girl." He laughed, taking my hand and leading me into the cottage.

"I don't need to look at the menu, just order me a grilled cheese and a chocolate shake. And ask them to bring more candy, please," I instructed, heading towards the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

"Grilled cheese, shake, got it," he answered, grabbing the phone.

"And see if they have any energy drinks, something with ginseng," I called back to him from the other room.

"You want an energy drink and a shake?" he asked.

"No silly, the ginseng is for you, to keep up your stamina." I laughed, changing into one of the hotel robes. I heard him muttering about not needing help with his stamina. He was right about that.

"Oh, and George?" I asked, poking my head around the corner just in time to see him put the phone down again, rolling his eyes slightly at me when he saw me.

"Yes, bossy?" he asked, smiling through his clenched teeth.

"I love you," I said, blowing him a kiss.

"I love you, too," he answered, catching my kiss and placing it on his cheek.

Yeah, we were pretty freaking great.

Chapter Twenty-Three

As promised, we ate our room service in bed, clad only in our hotel robes. I insisted that he be bare beneath, making it easier for me and my trusty oonie to pounce after di

By the time we were done and he wheeled the cart away, I was thoroughly sated and happy. I giggled and applauded when he began performing an impromptu striptease on his way back into the bedroom and I even hummed a burlesque bump-n-grind tune while he danced about. I hooted and hollered, and threw a flower that had been left by housekeeping in appreciation of the show.

He was truly one of the fu

He finally dropped the robe while I screamed in laughter, crawling under the covers at the foot of the bed, now humming his own tune. I watched as his truly bite-able buns disappeared under the comforter and I squealed as I felt his teeth nip at my ankles. His entire body crept under the covers and I tracked his progress based on the bites I was receiving, my calf, the side of my knee, the top of my thigh, the inside of my thigh, and finally my Hamilton Brand. This was reached only after he prodded my legs apart with his nose, his hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me roughly down the bed. He continued to hum his merry little tune and, at some point, I heard it change into something that sounded like "God Save The Queen". I began to hum along with him, and I felt him smile against my skin.

Once he hit the Promised Land however, he stopped humming and I began to moan as he kissed me, tracing the entirety of my sex with his tongue and lips, being agonizingly gentle. I sighed, arching my back like a cat and stretching my arms over my head. Sometimes, he would work me slow and long, and I could tell this was going to be one of those times.

Those nights were always un-freaking-believable.

He spread my legs wider, hooking them over his shoulders and continued his gentle caressing. His tongue made delicate circles around me, working up and down and making me moan deeply. His fingers opened me further, leaving me completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.

He was so good at this, but instead of letting me have a quick release, he would take me just to where my legs began to shake, and then he would back off, blowing cool breath on me, making me shiver and cry out.

By the time he had almost made me come the fourth time, I was begging for it. Just before he brought me to the place where I would finally see stars, he moved quickly up my body, poking his head out from under the covers and slipping fantastically into me.

He entered me slowly, deeply, and I was able to watch his face as he nudged his way inside. We both cried out as he sank in, inch by inch, taking what seemed like an hour to finally be in me. We sighed together and I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter, desperate to have him as deeply as I could take him in. I looked up at him, his face earnest as he slipped in and out, his blonde curls hanging down all crazy and sexy, and his strong arms as he held himself over me. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it with his teeth as I bucked up to meet him.

Beautiful.

"Oh, God, Jack, that is…oh, God." I struggled to find the words to adequately explain how good he felt inside me, and I couldn't. He continued his slow, methodical movements, designed to make me shiver and shake beneath him as I listened to his throaty moans. He hooked my right leg up over his shoulder, and with this new angle, I felt him go even deeper, hitting my J-Spot, which made me cry out instantly.