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“Please,” she said, panic in her eyes.
Please don’t stop, he heard her say without words, and he growled in response.
“Please,” she repeated, and pulled his hips to hers. Grant lowered himself onto her and she opened her thighs, her knees at his sides. His sex found hers and he nudged at her opening. How could something so soft be so tight?
She was already moaning as the tip of his cock entered her. Her eyelids closed as he pulsed slowly forward, further into her, further, until they were joined completely. He itched to move fast and hard, to plunder her body and repay her the agonizing bliss she’d bestowed upon him, but she was already in another place and writhing in an effort to intensify her pleasure.
Eyes glued to her face, he pulled back then pushed slowly into her. Her shriek flared between them and he gritted his teeth to drive forward again. Slow but hard. That’s how he wanted it. That’s what he wanted to show her. Because he was powerful. He was strong enough—for her. Whatever fears she had for their future could be doused in the intensity of his passion for her. Melinda flung back her head, eyes tightly closed, lush mouth wide and gasping.
Grant grabbed her breasts, kneading, demanding, as he thrust into her, and she arched off the bed in sensual offering. He dropped to his forearms, unable to hold back any longer, at last allowing himself to build momentum. He thrust quickly now, slamming into her, watching her face for signs of pain. She kept pace with him, legs taut, head thrown back, throat bared, her breathing short and choppy. Her desperation was his undoing, the pitch of his passion capsizing him as he lost all reason.
“Melinda,” he groaned as he tipped over the edge.
“Yes,” she said, not to him, not to anyone. “Yes, oh God.” Her words dissolved into shrieks as his world crumbled around him.
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Melinda concentrated on breathing in and out and prayed her heart could maintain a gallop. What had just happened? What had she done—had she completely lost her mind? God, I hope so, she thought fervently. She’d relish being free of its insistent chatter.
After a time, her heartbeat slowed. The room returned, too. Unsurprisingly, it was freezing. Cold air iced her cheeks and frosted the tip of her nose. Grant’s body pinned hers to the bed and she was grateful for the warmth, albeit lung-crushing. She turned to look him in the face. What was she going to do about him? She’d pulled her standard trick: steered away from something significant and toward distraction. But was that all it had been? Or was it true desire, sparked from his openness with her?
Melinda didn’t know, and it left her uneasy. What had she said earlier? Better to cook than to think.
“You hungry?” she asked, and felt the bed shake with his laughter. “Good, you’re alive,” she said, then added indignantly, “Come on, it’s almost lunch time! Be grateful I’m so focused on food—”
She turned her face away from his kisses. “Stop!” She laughed, pushing him away. “You’re lucky I’m focused on food, otherwise we’d have died three days ago!”
He loomed above her, forearms planted beside her head, smile broad. What was that expression on his face? He leaned down, closer, closer, until his lips brushed her ear.
“It’s barely 10:00 a.m.,” he whispered.
Oh, he was laughing at her.
“What?” she cried. “No way! It has to be time for lunch! I’m starving!”
“Yeah, I’m getting that that’s a theme for you.” He yanked the blankets over her and returned to nuzzling her neck. “Is this your preferred way of staying fit?” Grant kissed her ear and licked a line down her throat.
Melinda laughed. If only he knew how backward that was.
“Think of me what you will.” She shifted to give his mouth access to her collar bone. “You’ll thank me if you ever get a meal from me that involves a refrigerator.”
“I think you’re a goddess, Gorgeous,” he said as he reached her mouth, and she smiled into his lips. “And I will do everything in my power to get another meal from you.”
Melinda’s toes curled beneath the blankets.
“Sure, it’s easy to say that now,” she teased. “All you have to do is chop wood and carry me around and keep us alive.”
Grant encircled her with his arms and tucked her into his side. Bear, Melinda decided languidly.
“What brought on this workout?” He stroked her cheek with his fingers. “Not that I mind in the slightest.”
She tried for coy. “I guess masculine vulnerability turns me on.” Flippant, but also kind of true. Would the answer placate him?
His stomach growling broke the spell. No, not his stomach. Hers, more likely.
“What’s that noise?” She cocked her head to decipher the deep rumble.
Grant froze.
