“Reach between us and pull out my cock,” Grant growled against my ear and then bit my neck just below it. His savage moan was swallowed with the kiss I delivered in perfect time with the first tight stroke up and down his shaft. When I looked down between us, the stark difference between his swollen flesh and my feminine grip made the sight even more erotic.
“Shit, girl. So fucking good. Yes! Like that. You know just how I like it, baby.”
I stroked him while watching his face contort with ecstasy. “Fuck yes, I do.”
But then, in a skillful move, he stood and turned with me in his arms and laid me on my back, exactly in the spot he’d just vacated. The cushion was still warm from his body heat, yet a chill—or maybe a thrill—raced up my spine and made me shiver. The hungry look in his gaze warned of his wicked intentions as he sank to his knees between my parted ones.
Grant reached for the champagne bottle and hoisted the bottle aloft.
“Want some?” he asked with glittering eyes and a naughty grin.
“Mmm, yes, please.”
His grin grew wider, and he tilted the bottle to his lips, taking a hefty swig. He crawled up my body and forcefully pressed his mouth to mine, sharing the bubbly alcohol directly from his mouth to mine. I swallowed quickly and looked at him to find a mischievous smile that danced across every feature of his face. His beautiful blue eyes twinkled brighter than the stars, and his cut cheekbones pulled impossibly tighter with his playful expression.
“You’re mighty impressed with yourself, I see.” I chuckled.
“That was the best champagne I’ve ever tasted,” he growled. “Lie back, baby. I’m still thirsty.”
My quizzical look and delay in compliance brought a growl from deep within the man.
“Spread your legs and lie back. Don’t make me repeat myself, Blaze.”
That damn growl always got the best of me, and as much as I tried to keep my features neutral, the rush of wetness between my legs could not be hidden. Especially after I eased back, both nervous and excited, and shoved that part of myself right into his face.
Grant pulled the damp fabric of my panties to the side and took a good look at the state of my aroused pussy. While making quick work of pulling my panties down over my hips and off completely, he said, “Oh baby, this can’t feel good right now.” Even though he said the comment with what sounded like sincerity, I’d been in bed with this man before and knew he loved to tease and taunt before giving me what I needed most. Maybe if I just agreed with him, he’d cut to the chase.
“You’re right,” I whimpered. “I need you. Please.”
He moved in even closer, so when he spoke, I felt his words as much as heard them. “Yeah, you do. Right here would probably take care of that ache.” As he traced my folds with his index finger, his groan joined my moan in a lusty chorus. With my head tilted back, I tried to focus on the starry sky. If I caught sight of a shooting star, I’d wish for his mouth to make contact with my pussy. Immediately.
While I’d been looking heavenward, Grant had grabbed the champagne bottle and regained my attention by pouring some directly on my sex. I yelped, and he quickly began lapping the liquid off my sensitive flesh, concentrating most of his skill on the pert button at the center.
“Jesus, Grant. God, yes, so good,” I praised and weaved all ten fingers through his thick waves since both wrists were still cuffed together.
“Okay, this is the best champagne I’ve ever tasted. No contest.”
I thought for precisely two and a half seconds about how sticky I’d be when we were done, but the moment his mouth made contact with my mound again, I couldn’t find the good sense to care about any of it. His skillful tongue and long, talented fingers had me on the verge of climax so quickly the sensation frightened me. I’d spent the last hour in such an aroused state that all it would take would be a final move exactly like the one he delivered next.
“Grant! Fuck, yes! Ooooohh, shit. Shit! Stop! Stop, I can’t take any—”
“Of course, you can, Blaze. Fuck, you’re so sexy when you come.” The man continued pumping his fingers into me in a slow, lazy rhythm that seemed to draw out the very last molecule of air from my lungs, beat from my heart, and coherent thought from my mind.
When my climax was complete, the sated smile that spread across my lips started a warm glow down to my toes. I had no energy left for hiding it. If my satisfaction fed his ego, then so be it. He deserved the accolades, all of them.
Because something about my orgasm… It had been different this time. Shockingly so.
While the physical release was damn fine, there was more to it than that. A layer of profound beauty…of restorative healing. From exactly what, I didn’t know. I was only certain about the damn tears that pricked the backs of my eyes now. Forget about whether I wanted any part of the emotional deluge. A storm of feelings was rolling in, and it wouldn’t matter what kind of equipment I had in place to protect myself—or Grant—from the fallout. The damage would be felt across our landscape, and all I could keep hoping was that this amazing, caring, and endlessly giving man would have the staying power to rebuild with me, time and time again.
Chapter Seven
Grant
In our cabin’s hot shower, I spent long minutes tending to every inch of my flame’s beautiful skin. My own body received a cursory suds-and-rinse while I watched her weave precariously on her exhausted legs. As soon as I could towel her off, I helped her into bed. If we were back in Los Angeles, I would’ve treated her to the complete experience I’d fantasized about. The “You’re My Queen” handling that entailed me carrying her to the bedroom and laying her down on my oversize mattress and restarting my efforts to ravage her.
My unsatisfied lust brought me back to the woman before me. Christ, she was captivating. Every breathy sigh she exhaled, interspersed with whispered gratitude, was a new taunt to my oversensitized flesh. Just like that, my desire for this stunning, sexy creature spiked even higher.
Simply put, I needed to come. Badly.
I made sure our door was locked and turned out the lights. Carefully feeling my way along the unfamiliar furniture, I moved cautiously until I found the bed.
“You warm enough, Blaze?” Of course the concern was real, but it was also a damn good distraction for a moment or two. I was in no condition to carry on a full chat, but focusing on Rio accomplished the miracle it always had. I was calmer and steadier because of it.
A sleepy hum was the only response that came from under the covers. The sound, so guileless and adorable, made me smile.
“I wore you out, didn’t I?” I chuckled as I settled in beside her. Since I’d put her into bed without bothering with pajamas, I dropped my towel at the bedside. Now, our skin-to-skin contact made my dick jolt with fresh fervor. Goddamn, she felt good, so silky and soft. She smelled even better, the familiar scent of her fresh hair and skin filling my senses.
But I would bet an orgasm she tasted even better.
Fuuuck. I needed to find a way between her lips—either pair would do—immediately.
I slid my arm under her waist and pulled her beneath me, though I didn’t let our bodies touch. In my deepest, darkest voice, I growled right against the shell of her ear. “Rio. Katrina. You are the most exquisite little firestorm I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”