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He brushed his mouth against hers. “For me, too.”
His admission dissolved any lingering questions, leaving her in no doubt that they had been converging toward this moment together. She gestured to his clothes. “Your turn.”
He shucked off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, then moved away and stepped out of his pants. Rory’s mouth went dry at the sight of his body, which was more gorgeous and powerful than she could have imagined. His sculpted pecs sloped down to a washboard abdomen whose ridges she wanted to trace with her tongue.
He put one knee on the bed. Their gazes met, hot and charged. Rory grabbed his forearms and pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around his thighs in a full-bodyyes.
His eyes blazed. She opened for him, so ready she ached. But he appeared to be in no hurry, as he skimmed his lips over her shoulder and lower to her breasts.
A hot thread of tension uncoiled inside her. Never before had a man made love to her with such thorough attention, as if her pleasure overshadowed his. She rose to her elbows as he kissed and stroked his way down her body, every inch of contact eliciting sparks of arousal.
Had she even known she was capable of this kind of physical response? Or maybe it was him—the way he sensed exactly where she liked to be touched, the control winding through his strong body, his low murmurs vibrating against her skin. Every part of her felt alive, sensitized to his callused touch and the press of his beautiful mouth.
Finally, she reached down to twist her fingers into his hair. “Grant, please.”
Positioning himself between her legs, he locked his gaze to hers. Sweat trickled down his temple. He eased inside her. Rory gasped. Fire shot across her nerves. A groan shook his chest, the deep echo vibrating through her.
Curling her fingers into his biceps, she arched her hips just as he thrust forward. She paused, dragging a breath into her burning lungs, letting him set the pace of their union.
Then they were rocking forward and back together, a slow gentle rhythm increasing in speed as their urgency grew. She drove her hands into his hair as he brought his mouth down on hers again, his kiss hot and greedy.
Her need mounted in agonizingly delicious increments until she couldn’t contain it any longer. Murmuring sexy words of encouragement, Grant slipped his hand between their bodies and stimulated her to completion. She bucked up against him and dug her fingers into his arms. A cry of pleasure tore from her throat as sensations consumed her.
Like the anchor he was, he steadied her and let her cling to him as she rose and fell through the wave. Only when her pleasure began to ebb did he loosen the reins of his control. He sank deep inside her with a rough shout, his muscles locking and tensing beautifully as he surrendered to his own release.
He rolled beside her on the bed, his chest heaving. Rory fell back against the pillows and struggled to catch her breath. Though her body still trembled with lingering sensations, an incredible lightness filled her, as if she were made of fine-spun cotton candy.
She turned her head to find Grant watching her, a flush cresting his cheekbones and his skin damp with sweat. A hint of wariness darkened his eyes.
Rory brought her hand up to touch his stubbly face. She traced the hard line of his jaw, rubbed his nose, ran her finger over his beautifully shaped mouth.
“Do you want to know why I love computer programming?” she asked.
“Not the post-sex talk I was hoping for, but sure.” He stroked his hand over her torso to her breasts.
“It’s so logical. When you write a program, you’re creating something out of nothing, but with order. You can rewrite code endlessly until you get the results you want. You find solutions to problems. When I’m in a programming zone, everything is clear and structured. Being in that world makes it easier to deal with the rest of life, which is always messy and unpredictable.”
“And computers are easier to handle than people, right?”
“Sometimes. At least they always do what I tell them to do.” She shifted and leaned on his chest, propping her chin on her folded arms. “My point is that I start writing a program knowing exactly what my end goal is and how I plan to get there. But real life is obviously very different, and I’ve never started a relationship thinking there’s an end goal.”
Grant lifted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You don’t need to use a technology metaphor to tell me you’ve never dreamed of fairy tales and happily ever after.”
Rory’s face heated. “I know you haven’t either. I just didn’t want you to think I was expecting something beyond a good time.”
“Why, because I said you were the one woman who could change my mind about relationships?” He frowned, his muscles tensing underneath her arms. “This is about a hell of a lot more than agood time. I get why you can’t admit that, but you’re forgetting that I know you. Yeah, you’re a computer nerd who wants everyone to think you live on binary codes and JavaScript, but you also have a heart bigger than the sun and a soul made up of kindness and loyalty. Letting other people see that doesn’t make you weak or vulnerable. It makes youyou.”
Swallowing past a flood of emotion, Rory rested her forehead on his chest. If her heart really was “bigger than the sun,” then he was becoming the flame right in the very center.
“I still don’t dream of fairy tales,” she mumbled.
A laugh vibrated through his chest. “Neither do I.”
She wasn’t convinced abouthappily ever aftereither. But she was beginning to think that Grant was the only man in the world who could change her mind.
