He lifted her into his arms, guiding her legs around his waist as their mouths came together even more ravenously. He carried her to the couch and sat down without breaking their kisses. She was straddling his lap, and oh how she loved it! She felt his hard length through her leggings and ground against it, earning a low, sexy growl that sent prickles of heat beneath her skin. She’d dreamed about being in this position with him, and she’d expected to be nervous. But between her elation that he’d come back to her and the greedy desire pulsing through her veins, there was no room for nervousness. She pushed her hands into his hair, deepening the kiss. His mouth was like a delicious drug, turning her inside out. She’d never kissed like this before, reckless and untethered. She didn’t even know she could want so desperately. She felt in and out of control at once, and reveled in it.
“Your leg?” The thought flew in between kisses.
“It’s fine.”
He reclaimed her lips. His hands moved over her ass, up her back, and into her hair, as they ate at each other’s mouths. He tugged her hair, angling her head back, his eyes dark as night, as he growled, “You’re so fucking sweet,” and sealed his mouth over her neck.
Every slick of his tongue sent heat slicing through her. He sucked, softly at first, gradually intensifying his efforts, building need like a mounting wave rumbling toward the shore, until she was so dizzy with desire, her body throbbed with it, and a stream of indiscernible sounds fell from her lips.
GRANT WAS STUCK between heaven and hell. There was no stopping his pent-up desire from barreling out. He wanted to strip Jules bare and lay her down, to taste and touch every inch of her, to make her come so hard she’d forget her own name. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her until she cried out in the throes of passion. But the mechanics of that on a couch wouldn’t be easy with his prosthesis, and he didn’t want to fuck this up. He pushed his hand under her sweater, taking his first touch of her hot, silky skin. So fucking perfect. His fingers moved over the soft dip of her long scar from her kidney removal, and his heart constricted. He pushed up her shirt just far enough to trail kisses along her scar.
He drew back, letting her shirt cover his hand as their eyes connected, and something deep and special strengthened between them. “You’re perfect, baby.”
She made a whimpering noise, grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him hard. He took control, kissing her rougher and brushing his fingers over the bottom of her breast, giving her a chance to stop him but praying she wouldn’t.
She arched forward, whispering, “Touch me,” against his lips.
He palmed her breast, earning more of those sinful sounds. “I’ve been dying to touch you,” he growled roughly, and pulled her mouth back to his.
He fumbled with the front clasp of her bra. She broke their kiss, staring deeply into his eyes as she unhooked the clasp, giving him what he craved. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from the force of their kisses. He’d never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. She took his hand and placed it on her bare breast, and that look in her eyes, that trust, brought a new, overwhelming feeling he didn’t even try to name as she lowered her mouth to his in an unexpectedly sweet devouring. Her mouth was hot and willing, her body sheer perfection as she ground on his lap, making his cock weep for her. She fucking owned him with her mix of innocence and temptress. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, and she whimpered into their kisses.
“Too hard?”
She shook her head, fire glittering in her eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like it. I feel it all over. Don’t stop.”
He reclaimed her mouth fiercely as he teased her nipple, earning one hauntingly sexy noise after another. But it wasn’t nearly enough. He lowered his mouth to her breast, sliding his tongue over one taut peak and using his fingers on the other.
“Ohh. Yes.” She grabbed his shoulders, arching against his mouth, writhing against his cock.
He grazed her nipple with his teeth and sucked it against the roof of his mouth, making her pant and moan. Her every sound made him ache to be inside her. He’d never felt so connected to a woman, been so consumed by desire. It felt primal, and he knew it wasn’t solely driven by two years without sex. It was Jules, and it had been growing since they’d had dinner at the beach. She hadn’t just gotten beneath his skin. She’d burrowed so deep, she’d become part of him.
“Grant,” she panted out. “Don’t stop. Oh, God…I’ve never…Ohhhhh…”
The plea in her voice soared through him. He needed to feel her let go as badly as she needed it. “Baby, let me touch more of you and make you come for me.”
“I want that,” she said urgently.
He took her in a long, sensual kiss, and then he pushed his hand into the front of her leggings, his fingers sliding through her wetness.
“Yes,” she said against his mouth.
His thumb zeroed in on the spot she needed it most, his fingers pushing into her tight heat, earning a long, lustful moan. She was so tight, so wet, a groan fell from his lips. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” She clung to his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her breast, licking and sucking one nipple, squeezing and rolling the other. She gasped in sharp, needy breaths as she rode his fingers, and holy hell. He felt like a teenager all over again, only much less selfish. All he wanted was to make her feel good.
He loved her breasts with his mouth, reading her sexy sounds and giving her more of everything she wanted. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as her muscles flexed, and her breathing shallowed. Her thighs trembled, and he quickened his efforts. Her head fell back as she surrendered to her release, and “Grant” flew from her lips. Her body bucked as she pulsed tight and hot around his fingers. He stayed with her, sucking her breast as she moaned and whimpered, rocking with pleasure.
As she came down from the peak, he kissed her deeply, giving her a moment to catch her breath before intensifying his efforts again and gritting out, “Come again for me, baby.”
He slanted his mouth over hers, their tongues tangling as he sank deeper into the kiss, thrusting his fingers in and out of her slick heat. He loved kissing her, touching her, feeling the tension mounting in her body. When she spiraled over the edge, he swallowed her sexy sounds, making love to her mouth as passionately as he wanted to make love to her body while she rode out her pleasure.
When their lips finally parted, she was breathless and trembling, and he was desperate for more. But he shoved that need down deep, pressing a series of tender kisses to her lips.
“God, Pix. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
Her cheeks flamed.
Man, he loved that sweetness. “I just want to be closer to you.” He kissed her again, slow and tender. “I missed you.”
“Me too,” she said breathily, and rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling in like she never wanted to move, and he wished they never had to.
Her body melted against him, and he felt solid and whole for the first time since he’d lost his leg. Before his amputation, his sex life consisted of hookups between missions. He’d never had someone who really knew him and cared about him, much less this. This was intimate, special. He ran his fingers through her hair and closed his eyes, reveling in their closeness and all that was Jules.