“Please, Grant,” she whispered, digging her fingertips into the cheeks of his ass.
He let himself go, filling her so completely it took her breath away for a few seconds. Then he started moving and the sweet friction made her whimper. She ran her hands up his back, feeling the muscles tense and ripple as he moved within her.
Lowering his head, he sucked first one nipple and the other with just enough pressure to make her gasp before reaching between their bodies to brush his thumb over her clit. He was trying to kill her, she thought as the sensations started building.
He quickened his pace, thrusting faster and deeper as he stroked her clit, until the orgasm shook her body and had her biting down on the side of her hand to keep from screaming out his name.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” he said in a low, raspy voice. She barely heard him, as her body trembled and she tried to catch her breath.
His breath was almost as harsh and she fisted her hand in his hair, yanking his head down so she could kiss him. It was a hard, punishing kiss and he groaned against her lips, his hips jerking as he came.
When he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him and hooked one of her legs over his, as if she could keep him there indefinitely. He kissed her neck and his breath blew in hot, rapid spurts against her skin.
All too soon, he reached down to secure the condom and rolled away from her. “Don’t move.”
She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. Her muscles were practically liquid and she was pretty sure if she tried to make a sound, it would just come out as a satisfied purr.
The second he was back in bed, he pulled her into his arms. She was pretty sure most couples spooned, but he liked her to be facing him so he could see her. He smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her.
“I’ve missed that,” he said. “So much.”
“Me, too.”
“It was the longest five months of my adult life,” he said.
“Five months?”
“Trust me, jerking off in the shower is no substitute for having you in my bed. Not even close.”
He said the words lightly, but even in the dim light coming from the living room, she could see the emotions behind them in his eyes. There had been nobody for him in the time she was away. She’d wondered a few times, but she didn’t dare to ask out of fear of the answer. And she knew she didn’t have the right to question what he’d done during those months.
She smiled and traced his lips with her fingertip. “I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”
Chapter Eleven
“You can’t possibly intend to eat that much bacon.”
Grant looked up from his plate to find Wren staring at it. “There’s no such thing as too much bacon.”
“There is. And it’s on your plate right now.”
“I worked up an appetite last night. I need to replenish myself.” He grinned when she blushed and glanced around as if to see if anybody else in the restaurant had heard them. “And that’s why people pay extra for the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. So they can have as much bacon as they want.”
“You didn’t get any toast.”
“Toast is filler.”
“You take that all-you-can-eat thing pretty seriously.”
“It’s all about the money. A lot of people think it sounds like a great deal, so they pay the extra and then end up with what they normally get on their plates. Their brains tell them that’s breakfast, so very few go back enough to make it worth the cost. I only get the good stuff and I know I’ll go back.”
She leaned over and snagged a piece of bacon from his plate. “And I’ll just eat my regular breakfast but steal your bacon. Since you’re going back and all.”
“You better not get my all-you-can-eat privileges revoked.”
She laughed. “That’s not a thing.”
“It’s totally a thing. Ask Tommy and Fitzy about it.”
