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When I’d been younger and had wondered whether I should ask Grace out, I never realized how much passion she concealed beneath her demure exterior. If the men of Destiny Falls knew what I’d just discovered, they’d be lining up outside her door.
No.I growled at the thought.Grace is mine.
I curved my hand around her tight ass and rocked against her, pleased when she whimpered into my mouth. I wanted to take her to my bedroom, strip her naked, and slide inside her, but something held me back. I stilled, panting into the side of her neck.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her pliant form beginning to stiffen in my arms.
“Nothing.” I breathed in, got a lungful of her delicious scent, and shuddered. “I don’t want you to think this is just about sex.”
She rolled her eyes, an expression so foreign coming from her that I almost chuckled. “I know that.” She arched her back, rubbing herself against me. “But sex is great, and if you give me orgasms, I promise not to think you just wanted to get some.”
“Thank fucking god.” I wrapped my free hand under her other thigh and lifted her. She wrapped her slender legs around my hips and held on tight while I carried her through the house to my bedroom. I barreled inside and deposited her on the bed.
I forced myself to slow down, slowly stripping off my jacket, then my shirt, before crawling on top of her. Grace hadn’t moved, too busy watching me with eyes that rapidly darkened.
“I’ve been sneaking peeks at you for half my life,” she said breathlessly. “Now I can finally look my fill.”
I paused above her, letting her sweep me with her heated gaze. I wasn’t the prettiest Braddock brother or the most muscular, but I had strong arms and a thick chest, and I trusted that she wouldn’t find me wanting.
When her eyes met mine again, I grinned wolfishly down at her. “My turn.”
I grabbed the hem of her cardigan and tugged it up. She lifted her weight off her back, and I stripped the cardigan over her head, leaving her in a pale green blouse. That went too, and then I sat back on my haunches to study the expanse of gorgeousness I’d revealed. Grace’s stomach was taut, her breasts spilling out of a black silk bra that would have been conservative if not for the fact that it was cut so low that it barely covered her nipples.
“You take my breath away,” I whispered.
Her smile was shy. Captivating.
I dipped down to kiss her abdomen and trailed soft kisses up her ribcage and over the exposed tops of her breasts. I eased the straps of her bra down and she reached beneath herself to unclip the back. When her upper half was completely naked, I used my tongue to toy with her rosy nipples until they formed stiff peaks.
She sat up and pushed my shoulders, then straddled my lap and traced the tip of her tongue from the crook of my neck to the lobe of my ear. She bit the earlobe softly. Teasingly. She rubbed one of her thumbs over my left nipple, and I grunted, feeling it in my dick. She smirked and repeated the movement with the other nipple, then let her hands dip further down my body, over my firm stomach, slipping around to draw a line down my spine, then dropping to the waistband of my jeans. Her touch was gentle but confident, and completely addictive.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us so that I was on top again. She squealed in surprise, then laughed. Her laughter stopped when I unzipped her jeans and peeled them down her thighs. I held her gaze as my fingers skimmed her smooth skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her face was so expressive. Everyone thought she was so self-contained, but here with me, she let me see everything. How much she loved my touch. How badly she wanted me.
It was heady. I’d never experienced anything like it.
Determined to give her everything she wanted, needed, and deserved, I explored her thighs with my mouth, working my way down to her calves. I paused at her feet to give each of them a quick rub, then got off the bed and stripped off my remaining clothes. In a few seconds, I was naked, and Grace was clad only in sheer black panties that matched her bra.
“Gorgeous.” My voice was a rasp. “Absolutely fucking divine.”
She raised herself up on one elbow, giving me a questioning look.
“You are,” I told her. “You’re a goddess, and I’m going to worship you like one.”
I buried my face between her thighs and rubbed my mouth against the silk of her panties. She threw her head back and gasped, her hips bucking toward me, seeking more. I pinned her down, an arm over each thigh, and licked at the dampness soaking through the delicate fabric. Her arousal tasted as addictive as she was. I groaned against her, hungry for more.
“Please, Nate,” she panted. “Oh, please.”
I grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked them down, barely clinging to enough presence of mind not to tear them. I plunged my tongue into her folds, holding her hips down as she cried out and arched her back.
“Is this what you need?” I asked, licking her like my favorite ice cream.
“Yes. Oh god.”
I tongued her clit, gently working a finger into her, and growled as she spasmed around it. Everything about her was pretty, pink, and perfect. I took my time with her. Enjoyed her. When she was wound tight, I pulled away, then froze.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, scarcely daring to breathe. I’d been so busy today, it hadn’t occurred to me to pick some up, and honestly, it’d have been presumptuous to think we’d just fall right into bed anyway.
“In my purse,” she replied.
