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Instead, his focus slid lower. Grant slowly trailed a hand down her belly, making her quiver, before cupping her sex. Kathleen whimpered when he rubbed her through the thin material.
“Spread your legs for me, love,” Grant rumbled.
“I feel like I’m going to fall over.”
He braced a hand on her hip. “Just keep holding on to my shoulders. I won’t let you fall.”
Kathleen parted her legs. Grant rubbed and teased her bud to hard prominence through the damp fabric. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, giving herself over to pleasure, drowning in waves of sensation. Her heart pounded, and tiny contractions began to ripple from deep inside, taking her almost to the edge.
When he suddenly withdrew his hand, she almost toppled over. He clamped a hand on her bottom, holding her upright.
Kathleen glared at him. “Really? Now you stop?”
His chuckle was deep and rasping. “Love, you’re not coming until I’m deep inside of you.”
She rather lost her breath, because that particular mental image was both intimidating and incredibly exciting.
“And when is that going to happen?”
“Soon.”
Then, without warning, Grant swept the shift over her head. Stunned to be suddenly naked before him but for her stockings, she bit back a gasp.
His eyes flared like a torch. “Can you stand on your own?” he rasped out.
“I . . . I think so.” She braced her feet and let go of his shoulders.
As Grant unlaced his shirt, his gaze roamed over her body. It was so intent that she could almost feel it trailing over her skin. It took all her willpower to remain standing when all she wanted to do was crawl into his lap and collapse.
“Spread your legs a bit more,” he ordered.
Swallowing, she complied with the sensual demand. Grant delved a hand into her curls, then slowly, carefully, pushed two fingers inside of her. Kathleen grabbed his shoulders and cried out as her channel clenched around him.
“Aye, yer ready,” he growled.
He pumped his fingers once, wrenching a moan from her throat, and then slowly withdrew them. With his help, she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. Loving the feel of his erection pressed against her exposed sex, she rubbed against him.
Grant hissed. “Hell, yes. That’s my beauty.”
He steadied her, and then dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Kathleen’s mouth went entirely dry, because Grant Kendrick without a shirt was a sight to behold. His shoulders were broad and his arms bulged with muscle. Dark red hair dusted his brawny chest, and narrowed down in a tempting line over his taut stomach.
“Like what you see?” he murmured.
Kathleen smiled. “I do. I like what I feel, too.”
Liked it so much that she wriggled against him.
“Bloody hell,” Grant muttered. “That’s it, love. Move however you like.”
She flexed her hips, rubbing against him, building the lovely ache between her thighs. It was delicious, and even more delicious when he began massaging her breasts. Kathleen shivered at the sensations storming her body.
When she felt ready to tip over the edge, Grant suddenly bent her back over his arm, thrusting her breasts up. He devoured one, and then the other, drawing on her nipples until they ached with delicious torment. Kathleen squirmed, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs, but Grant’s powerful arms held her in position while he lavished kisses and little nips on her breasts.
Desperate, she clamped a hand to the back of his head. “Grant, please!”
He finally drew back. His eyes glittered with a passion that set her entire being on fire.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked in a husky voice.
