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I thought about the kiss. I thought about that time in his office when we’d almost, almost taken things to the next level. I thought about his text, and when he caged me against the counter…
“Grant,” I whispered as he reached the guest room door.
He looked back at me, his face shadowed in the darkness surrounding us. I stepped forward, placing a trembling hand on his chest.
“I don’t want to sleep in there,” I whispered, looking up at him.
“Where,” he asked, his voice gruff and full of sudden heat, “do you want to sleep?”
His hand covered the hand I had on his chest, right over his heart. I felt his heartrate begin to speed up as I looked up into his eyes, the air in my lungs rushing out in a soft, uncontrollable moan.
His lips met mine in an instant in a full, hungry kiss so unlike the soft peck I’d given him before. He tasted like mint, and his lips were soft, unlike his large, calloused hands that roughly pinned me to his chest.
He pulled away for a moment, panting, his nose brushing against mine.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”
He ran his hands down my back slowly, achingly slow until he cupped my ass between his hands and exhaled softly against my neck.
Then his lips met mine again, his tongue tangling with mine as he picked me up and carried me across the hall and through his open bedroom door, kicking it shut behind him.
I ran my fingers through his hair, reveling in the strands of pure silk as he locked the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed, his fingers digging into my skin over my dress as he lowered me onto the bed.
He stood at the end of the bed, panting, his face illuminated by nothing but moonlight as he looked down at me. My dress was hiked up around my waist, showing him what I’d been wearing underneath—nothing but a pale blue thong, barely a scrap of fabric that hid nothing from his gaze.
He reached down and snapped the elastic around my hipbone, his eyes dark and feral as he held my gaze.
“What is this?” he growled, snapping the elastic again.
I arched my back at the feeling of his fingers grazing over my hipbone. “A thong,” I whimpered.
His hand reached between my legs, his fingers sliding over my silt with the touch of a man who knew what he was doing.
His thumb circled over my clit, fingers slowly plunging into me at the same time. I arched my back again, crying out as he withdrew his fingers and then thrust them into me with more force.
All the while his eyes were on me, watching my face.
“Does it feel like this when you touch yourself?” he asked, his voice low whisper laced with need that swept over my body and left me trembling.
“N-no,” I whimpered, sucking in my breath as he thrust his fingers into me again, hard this time.
He pinned my hips to the bed with his other hand, and I was totally at his mercy as he withdrew his fingers and pushed my thong to the side.
He knelt at the foot of the bed, and I didn’t have a second to protest before his mouth was on me, his tongue spread wide as he licked and sucked me up and down.
“Oh, myGod,” I cried, gripping the sheets. He drew in a breath before gripping my waist and pulling me closer, his fingers plunging and curling into me while he sucked my clit. I was near to tears, waves of white-hot pleasure coursing over my body as he worked me, feasted on me like a starved man.
I could barely breathe.
“Grant!” I cried, bucking off the bed, but he pinned me down with his forearm, holding me in place.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, arching my back off the mattress as a sweet, sweet release built in my core.
He withdrew his fingers, smacking my ass as he continued to lick and suck me into fucking oblivion.
But then he pulled away, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. I watched him shrug his shirt off, every tight muscle now on moonlit display. He was afucking god.
I sat up, unable to stop myself from touching him. I fumbled with the clasp on his belt, and he reached behind me to unzip my dress before pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground.
