Page 10 of Falling Together

He stops and faces me as I shut the door and wait for him. I don’t move, using the wall to prop me up. The way he is looking at me makes my knees go weak.

This time, Grant stalks toward me, resting one hand above my head and grasping my hip with the other.

“You still want to do this?”

I hook my fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. “Yes.”

My voice is clear and confident.

I know exactly what I want, and it’s Grant.

Strong, calloused fingers brush over my cheek, sending heat snaking through me. His breath ghosts over my mouth, minty fresh, but not kissing me. He studies me as his fingers move from one cheek, down my neck, and brushing over the swell of my chest.

His hand trails back up the same path on the other side of my face. It’s the softest of touches, but it’s driving me crazy. This man towering over me is stoking the fire inside of me that I thought had long ago burned out.

I want Grant.

“Turn around. Hands up.”

I do as he commands. This time, his hands bunch in the soft satin of my dress. They still aren’t where I want them. I want them everywhere.

“Did you mean what you said about trashing this dress?” he asks.

“I did. Why?”

The splitting sound cuts through the air as the material falls away, leaving me in my bra, underwear, and cowboy boots.

“I knew you were sexy, but this dress hid all of your curves.”

He crowds against me as his hands move up and down my sides. The feel of his dick against my ass makes my mouth water.

Even though he’s still in his jeans, I know it’s going to be better than I’ve ever had.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper. My voice is dripping with lust. I want more. I want everything this man is willing to give me right now.

Grant’s hand moves to the hem of my underwear, flirting with it. Not quite dipping inside. Teasing me as wetness gathers in my core.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“What do you want, cowgirl?”

I throw my head back against his shoulder. “Everything.”

“Be more specific,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Gah,” I groan. “I want you to keep kissing me everywhere. To eat me out. To finger me. I want to ride you. To feel that dick of yours inside me.”

I wiggle against him and he groans as he pushes in closer.

“Good.”

Grant sweeps me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. His touch is soft as he sets me in the middle of the bed and stands back to stare at me.

Grasping the back of his shirt, he pulls it up and over his head. A light smattering of hair coats his chest as a trail leads a path from a six-pack of abs into the waistband of his jeans.

“Wow.”