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He’s all caveman at war then, stripping off my clothes as we go while I rake my nails across his neck.
In his room, he once again flattens me against the wall, tearing at his own clothing. I stop and stare, utterly transfixed, drunk on the sight of that punishing body slowly unveiled.
A chest like cut rock slathered in military ink, jagged geometric designs and eagle wings and a flag.
A pair of thighs that could crush the world to dust.
A bulge to end all hard-ons in his boxers, so big and alive and pulsing even through the fabric it scares me.
My fingers tremble, reaching out, stroking his length, wondering how I’ll ever fit him when he’s this damn thick. The heat nearly singes my hand.
Holy, holy hell.
“Goddamn, woman. Lose the panties. I didn’t come to play,” he snarls, reaching for my lacy fabric and thrusting it down my legs.
His nostrils flare the second I’m exposed. I’m sure he can smell how savagely wet I am and it scares me in the best ways.
He cups my mound, thumb to my clit, and squeezes hard.
Oh. Flipping. My.
I flatten against the wall, barely noticing as he strips his boxers off, kicking them away behind him.
I’m almost a freaking puddle by the time his arms fold around me again, engulfing me in bear-brown eyes, right before he lifts me off the ground and throws me down on the bed.
“Don’t move. Gonna be right back,” he rasps.
“Hurry,” I say, tumbling flat on my back with a shudder.
He returns a second later, tearing open a foil condom wrapper with his teeth. I finally get a good look at the hammer throbbing between his legs and bite my lip so hard I almost taste blood.
This man is hard as granite, seething, and entirely set on business.
I fight the urge to press my thighs together nervously and open my legs for him instead.
There’ll be another time to slowly make love, explore, and drink each other in.
Right now, I’m an itch of quivering curves and I’m going to die without being scratched.
I’ve never been so excited, so exhilarated. I can’t pull my eyes away as he stops between my legs, fully buff and looking more like a Greek god than any mere mortal.
“I’ll try, Willow,” he grinds out, his face taut with need.
“Try?” I whisper, totally lost.
Stopping near the foot of the bed, he slides the condom on over his shaft, and I swear a have a mini climax at the sight.
“Try to go slow. Try not to break you. But darlin’, you’re so fucking gorgeous and wet I make no promises,” he whispers, flicking the head of his cock against my opening.
“Like hell,” I whimper back.
We’re both too close to losing control.
I grab at his shoulders, opening my legs wide, giving him full access.
“We don’t have time for slow. Take me like you mean it, Grady. I want every sweet inch.”
The gaze he throws at me could rival every big, scary cat I’ve ever seen.
Then his hips start moving, a human bulldozer intent on crushing me under him, shoving me down, down, down like I adore.
He feeds one inch in at a time, half his length, and then anchors down the rest in one rough jerk.
My pleasure sigh slips into a frantic moan, rocking my hips into his, taking Grady’s mammoth length as he stretches me to my limit.
I’m stunned how well we fit together.
The pressure as he slides in to the hilt is unbelievable. It’s so perfect I close my eyes, loving the sultry weight of his lips, the way he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip.
Claimed, his kiss says. Every damn bit of you.
M-I-N-E.
Insanity.
It must be because I’ve waited my entire life for something to feel this good without even realizing it. No other boy compares when I realize—I’ve never been with a man.
Not until now.
His hips take command, pounding me against the bed, long strokes like a slashing sword coming harder and deeper, building with the low, steady growl in his throat.
We find our rhythm.
We find our place in heaven.
We find out just how frightfully lost a human being can get in the sins of the flesh, the fever of the kiss, the groaning, shaking pitch of our bodies.
“Tight as hell!” he snarls, plunging deeper, faster. “Don’t want to fucking break you, darlin’.”
But my nails beg him to.
I want his kind of hurt, his decadent pleasure, uninhibited permission to take me any flipping way he wants.
The harsh, desperate scratches at his back say do it. Please. Give, give and hold nothing back.
It’s all the encouragement he needs.
We’re beyond words as his forehead pushes against mine again, and his pubic bone finds my clit, raking across it with just the right pressure.
I’m so gone I’m not sure I’ll ever be back.
My first O hits like rhythmic waves of flame.
