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He found the condom, then ditched his trousers altogether. His skin was a dusky bronze color, the hair at the juncture of his thighs a dark nest. He could have been a statue created by an especially lustful sculptor. Her fingers itched to trace the long muscles at the front of his thighs.
She caught her breath at the sight of his bulging thigh muscles and heavy penis. It jutted toward her like the prow of a ship cutting through the waves. The image amused her, and made her less intimidated. It was hard to imagine that proud organ entering her body, and yet she couldn’t stop imagining it.
With a quick, expert motion, he rolled on the condom. Her heart pounded so hard she wondered if he could hear it. This was happening. Really happening. The thing she’d avoided for the entire length of her twenty-seven years was finally going to occur.
And she was beyond ready.
Her dress had fallen back into place when she’d slid to the floor, so she hiked it back up over her waist. The remnants of her thong still clung to one hip. He eyed it with a guilty expression.
“Sorry about that.”
“I don’t care. Just don’t rip the dress. It has sentimental value now. Carly would kill me.” She thought about pulling her dress all the way off, but then she’d be literally naked in an elevator, and what if they got stuck, or…
She was a Gault, she reminded herself. Gaults don’t care about things like that. So she stripped the dress off and stood before him in nothing but that ripped scrap of thong.
He swore again. “Goddamn it, Bliss. Are you trying to kill me before I even get inside you?”
He pulled her against him, her back to his front, and ran his hands roughly down her sides, shaping her waist, feeling all the way down to her hips. Then he went around front, fondling her sex, her belly, her aching, pulsing breasts. She cried out as he trapped her nipples between his fingers. That exquisite squeeze, that pinch that seemed to reach inside her, right down to her core…oh my God.
When she was trembling like the last leaf on an aspen tree, he turned her to face him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in a state of tension. “You still want this?”
Hadn’t she warned him not to keep asking her? She nodded, panting, then grabbed his hand and guided it between her legs. “What does my pussy say?”
His eyes seemed to darken, and his entire body went taut. He gripped her hips; she melted into a puddle of desire. Then he picked her up as if she weighed no more than a spatula, and guided her, inch by inch, onto his cock. His dark eyes penetrated her along with his erection, until she was entirely impaled, body and soul.
It didn’t hurt, not exactly. Nothing felt like it was getting torn. It was more a matter of tightness, of her body being asked to stretch in a way it never had before. She held her breath, felt her body tighten up.
Granger paused. “Breathe,” he reminded her. “If something hurts, you tell me.”
She took a breath, let it out, felt her tension ease. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just an unfamiliar feeling. It’s okay. Don’t stop. I think…I think it helps when you move. It feels…yeah, I like that.” He was flexing into her at a slow and steady pace that allowed her inner channel to accept him, even embrace him.It’s like riding the waves, she thought dreamily.Like paddle boarding with the board between your legs. A wave comes in, then goes out, then another, and there it goes, it’s a universal rhythm that carries you off like a magic carpet…
Granger’s breath sounded harsh in her ear. She clung to his wide shoulders, which were growing damp with sweat. If she glanced down, she could see the long expanse of his back, and just catch a glimpse of his flexing ass.
The image made her crazy with lust.Arousal starts in the mind.And maybe the heart too? Until she’d allowed herself to trust Granger—or maybe until she realized he was that boy from the dock—she’d never imagined being this intimate with him. Did arousal begin with trust?
Or did it just come down to a killer ass and strong hands and amber-flecked eyes and blunt words and hard thighs and …
And that was just about the last coherent thought she had for a while, because Granger was moving deeper and faster, and the tight feeling was long gone. Her body was a slick slide for his cock, as if it was meant for exactly this.
His body went rigid inside her and he let loose a long grinding growl into her hair. “Fuck, Bliss. Goddamn. Jesus Christ.”
His explosion triggered something, a different sort of climax, long and spiraling, like a low moan deep in her body.
He was still swearing up a storm as he came down from his climax.
“Let me know when you’re done cursing,” she teased. “I think I learned a few new words.”
“Yeah, those are some Cajun words I picked up from my cousin. I’m done now.” Still inside her, he picked up her chin and gazed into her eyes. “You okay?”
She nodded, smiling, thinking she’d never been so okay in her life. “You don’t need to worry so much. I told you I wanted this.”
“I didn’t go too fast? Or too slow?”
“Just right. Express elevator to heaven.”
He smiled at that, but still searched her face. “I’m serious. It’s a big responsibility, being a first. I take my responsibilities seriously.”
Carefully, he slid out of her body.
