“Oh my—”
He lowered his mouth over the swollen bundle of nerves that he knew would make her wild, and she gasped a breath, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. He stroked her clit with his tongue, teasing her entrance with his fingers. Her hips rose as he pushed two fingers into her slick heat, and a long, surrendering moan filled the air. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock deep inside her and feel all that tightness gripping him. He sucked her clit and curled his finger, stroking over that special spot that caused her entire body to flex.
“Ohgod. Don’t stop.”
The needy plea pulled a groan from his lungs. She fisted her hands in his hair, pulling to the point of pain. He continued licking and sucking, fucking her with his fingers until his name flew from her lips, urgent and desperate, and her inner muscles clenched around his fingers.
“Ohgodohgodohgod.”
She rode his fingers like he wanted her to ride his cock, hard and fast. When she finally collapsed to the mattress, he dragged his tongue along her sex, greedy for another taste.
“Grant,” she panted out. “I need you.”
He stripped off his briefs and loved his way back up her body, taking her in another mind-numbing passionate kiss. He felt her wetness against his balls and rocked his hips, coating the base of his cock with her arousal.
“Mm, baby…” he said between scorching kisses. “Let me grab a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she said quickly. She must have seen the surprise in his eyes, because she added, “I went on it after you flirted with me before your last mission. A girl has to be prepared.”
His heart stumbled, and his cock jerked with anticipation. He kissed her softly and grinned. “You could have saved me a trip to the drugstore.”
“Oh no. Was Sally at the desk? She’s the biggest gossiper in town.”
“Don’t worry. I slipped her a twenty to keep her mouth shut.”
She giggled. “You did not.”
“No, but I did ask her politely to keep it to herself. She said if things didn’t work out with you, I should call her.”
Jules gasped. “Sally Ward is not getting my man.”
He laughed and brushed his lips over hers. “I’m yours, Pix, only yours.”
He lowered his lips to hers, shifting and aligning their bodies. The head of his cock rested against her entrance, and even that slight touch sent fire to his groin. He cradled her beneath him and gazed into her wide, wanting eyes. “I never should have fought my feelings for you. You’re all I want, and you’ve become all I see.”
“Love me, Grant,” she said softly, her voice full of as much emotion as he felt.
Her words echoed in his head as he gazed into her eyes, his heart turning over in his chest as he slowly entered her. She was so tight, so hot and wet, it was excruciating to stop with only the head of his cock inside her, but he needed to give her body time to adjust and stretch to accommodate him. A world of emotions passed between them as she pressed on the back of his hips, and he pushed in deeper. It took more effort than he’d expected, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her brows knitting.
He stilled. “Did I hurt you? We can stop.”
“No. It’s just pressure, not pain.” She smiled up at him. “I want this. I want you. Just keep going slow.”
His heart swelled as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly as he pushed in inch by inch. She made little noises that had him stilling and checking in, but she reassured him each time. He continued pushing in another inch, then withdrawing, and going in a little deeper until he was buried to the hilt. Holy fucking hell, she had a viselike grip on his cock that shot up to his chest, filling him with emotions he never thought possible.
Their lips parted on gasps, and their eyes connected, a pool of emotions gazing back at him.
“Jesus, baby. Do you feel that?”
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, nodding.
“Am I hurting you?” He started to pull out.
“No,” she whispered vehemently, pushing on his lower back until he buried himself deep again. “Don’t move. I just want to feel you.”
“Feel us, baby.” He dipped his head beside hers, reveling in their closeness, steeling himself against the exquisite pressure and the need to move. This wasn’t the start of sex as he knew it. This was two hearts colliding in the most potent, intimate way possible, and he wondered how he’d survived thirty-three years without it.
JULES DIDN’T WANT to move as she lay cradled in Grant’s strong arms, his breath warming her neck and shoulder, the weight of him beyond perfect, as if he were made for her. The pressure was intense but not painful. It felt good and right and wonderful as feelings more powerful than desire and deeper than lust consumed her.
“Sweetheart, you’re so tight,” he said between tender kisses. “Are you okay?”
She forced her voice to work. “Better than okay. Kiss me.”
His mouth came gently down over hers, and he began to move, slow, cautious, and oh so loving. Her hips rose to meet his efforts as he sank into her time and time again, and soon the excruciating tightness eased, or she simply got used to it. She didn’t know or care which, and it didn’t take long for her thoughts about that pressure to fade away as she gave herself over to their delicious coupling.
Every thrust stroked over that spot inside her that sent lightning searing through her core. She clung to him, his muscles flexing with every pump of his hips. Their tongues tangled, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her body thrummed, and an orgasm hovered just out of reach, his thrusts sending her closer to the edge, until she was hanging on to her sanity by a fast-fraying thread. This was worth waiting for. He was worth waiting for. She felt safe and cherished and oh so wanted. She didn’t even try to hold back what she needed.
“Faster, and a little harder,” she said needily.
Fire blazed in his eyes, and he reclaimed her mouth as he pushed his hands beneath her ass, lifting and angling her hips, sinking impossibly deeper as he quickened his efforts. Rolling waves of pleasure sucked her under. She dug her fingers into his back, gasping as her world tilted on its axis, her body bucking and pulsing uncontrollably. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, soaring, swimming, drowning in him. As she finally came down from the dizzying peak, he gritted out her name. She realized he was putting most of his weight on his right side and remembered his leg. She’d been so consumed with pleasure, she’d forgotten this was new for him, too.
“Grant, are you okay? Is it your leg?”
His brow furrowed. “My…? No, baby. I’m so into you, I forgot all about it. You just feel so good, I’m trying not to come too fast.”
“Oh, okay. Continue,” she said playfully.
He laughed, and as their mouths came together, their bodies took over. He thrust harder, driving in deeper, coaxing her right up to the edge again. He thrust faster and sank his teeth into her shoulder, catapulting her into oblivion. Lights exploded behind her closed lids, and he buried his face in her neck, giving in to his own powerful release. “Fuck…Baby…So good.” His hot breath coasted over her skin, his muscles flexed around her, and his shaft pulsed hot and insistent inside her. She couldn’t see, couldn’t think, could only feel, clinging to him like a buoy in a storm as they rode the undulating waves of their passion.