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Again the tingling heat, the scattering of nerves toward the core of my body. The firing of electricity behind my eyes, dulling every sense but the one he drew from me with every thrust.
He swelled inside me. I contracted around him, my neck snapping off the bed as I whispered yes and please and don’t stop into the shell of his ear. His hand pinned my hip, his pace speeding with my pulse, my thighs falling open, making room for him to come deeper, deeper.
A flash of lightning in the dark, and I came with a rush, a gasp, a heaving sigh. And that was enough for him to let go of the tether he had on his own release. He was so swollen, and I gripped him so tight, my eyes shot open with a sharp gasp, hanging onto him as he buried his face in my neck and his cock in me.
He slowed but didn’t stop. Relaxed into me, shaking and spent. For a long while, we lay there together, with his arms around me and his lips lazily kissing my neck, my breast resting easy in his palm.
I waited for him to retreat completely, but he never did, somehow still hard and still fucking me slowly, his intent more focused by the minute.
My lids fluttered closed as I lay beneath him, and I smiled. “No way,” I muttered.
“Hmm?”
I met his thrust with one of my own. “No way.”
He rose just enough to look down at me wearing a smile of his own. “You didn’t think you were sleeping tonight, did you?”
When I laughed, he kissed me.
And kept me up all night.
16
House Of Cards
GRANT
My new favorite place in the world was the velvety space between Jo’s thighs.
Those thighs were slung over my shoulders in the golden stretch of dawn, her fingers in my hair and her chin lifted to the ceiling. It was time well spent returning the favor I’d woken up to—her lips between my thighs and just north a click.
Over the course of one night, I’d learned the shape of her body and the taste of her desire. I’d learned what she wanted and where, exploiting the knowledge to elicit uncountable moans, trembling limbs, and long, sweet releases.
We’d slept here and there, dozing off only to wake hazily, reaching for the other to take, to give in the dark of night where the world was empty beyond the confines of this room.
I should have been tired, but all I could muster was a languid sort of contentment, a quiet sort of peace. As if this was all I’d ever known and all that ever was, yesterday’s agenda wiped away and today’s a blank page.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, her center squeezing around my two curled fingers inside her. With the tip of my tongue, I teased the tip of her, easing her thigh up and open to give me more space, but as she came closer, her legs flexed, bringing us together harder. A long suck and she gasped. A flick, and she moaned. With the gentle shake of my head and the stroke of my fingers inside her, I was granted another orgasm, a hot wave of pleasure against my tongue.
I slowed at her pace, unlatching my lips to brush kisses across milky thighs, up soft stomach, against pale nipples, to rosy lips. Her hand splayed around my neck, the kiss long and lazy and languorous. When I broke it to look down at her, she smiled up at me.
And laughed.
I watched her with one brow arched, amused. “Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, Jo.”
“I’m sorry.” She cupped my jaw, testing the feel of my stubble against her palm. “I just … I have seen so much of you naked.”
“Complaints?”
“No, just wondering how we ended up here.” She still had an entertained, admiring look on her face.
“I think it had something to do with me in Wranglers.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. “That didn’t help.”
I kept on smiling down at her. “What are you doing today?”
“No, what are you doing today?”
“No plans.”
“No farms to finagle into submission?”
“Nah. I’m too busy finagling something else into submission.” My hand, which was still near her breast, cupped it to demonstrate.
“I have your next torture lined up.”
“Oh?”
“We’re going to make honey.”
“Sounds sticky.”
“Sometimes, but not generally, if you do it right.”
“Which you’re hoping I don’t.”
“Listen, a girl’s gotta have goals. I’m going to find something you suck magnificently at, and it’s going to be the best day of my life.”
“Good luck with that.”
“So are you in?”
“Can’t back down from a challenge.”
“I mean, you could …”
I gave her a look.
“But you’d catch all hell for it.”
“Because you can’t back down either.”
“It’s not in my nature. What time is it?” she asked, looking in the direction of the nightstand.
