Grover lost his impressive control—and it was one of the sexiest things she’d ever experienced. He wasn’t holding back, not one iota, and she hadn’t realized she needed that. So many people tiptoed around her now, not wanting to upset her or bring back any bad memories from when she was a captive. But it was obvious the only thing on Grover’s mind was passion. Not trying to go gentle or treating her like a piece of glass.
It ramped up her desire for him even more.
Her hands came up and resumed unbuttoning his shirt. When she had it open enough, she flattened her palms on his muscular chest and lightly dug her nails into the skin.
Grover groaned into her mouth, but didn’t pull back. Squirming in his lap, Sierra could feel her body preparing to take him. Her underwear was soaked and her inner muscles clenched in readiness.
Finding his nipples, Sierra pinched them lightly, then harder when she felt his hips thrust toward her. He tore his mouth from hers and rested back on the cushion behind him. He was breathing hard, as if he’d just run a few miles, and knowing she’d done that to him, that she’d been the one to get him to this point merely with kisses and her hands on his chest, made Sierra feel extremely powerful.
This was a gift. He was a gift. If someone would’ve told her two months ago that this was where she’d be, what she’d be doing, how she’d be feeling, she would’ve thought they were practicing a new form of torture. But here she was. With the man she’d never forgotten. The one she’d dreamed about.
Leaning forward, Sierra kissed the soft, vulnerable skin of his throat, nipping and licking as she went. He didn’t move his head, but one of his hands eased under her shirt, caressing the sensitive skin of her lower back. Then her side. Then, ever so slowly, he moved his hand to her breast.
Sierra had always been self-conscious about how small she was. She was petite all over. Before she’d been captured, she was a small B cup, and while she’d been gaining the weight she’d lost, her old bra size was still a bit too big. But the second Grover’s fingers played with the lace of one of the cups, Sierra forgot all about being self-conscious. Her nipples hardened, as if begging for this man’s touch. She arched her back, pressing herself into him and begging for more without words. And he didn’t disappoint.
Grover reached inside her bra and flicked his thumb over her nipple. It was her turn to moan, and she arched her back even more.
“You like that,” he growled.
It wasn’t a question, and the arrogance in his tone might’ve annoyed her if it had been any other man. “Yesssss,” she hissed.
His lips quirked up in a satisfied grin as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Sierra’s hips jerked, and it was her turn to let her head drop back. She couldn’t do anything but sit on Grover’s lap and enjoy the feelings coursing through her body. The arousal felt strange, almost alien, but oh so delicious.
“So fucking beautiful. Hold on, Bean.”
For a second, Sierra didn’t know what he was talking about. She was holding on to him. Her hands had moved up to curl over his shoulders and she’d inadvertently dug her fingernails into the rock-hard muscles there.
Then he stood, and she tightened her legs around his hips. But he wasn’t going to let her fall. One hand went under her ass and the other stayed under her shirt, teasing her nipple. Sierra looked at him and shivered at the lust she saw in his gaze. He walked them to the door and said, “You’re gonna have to open it. My hands are full.”
Sierra blushed, but couldn’t deny she loved that he didn’t want to let go of her for even a second. She leaned over and grabbed the door handle, amazed that even as she moved against him, Grover’s fingers didn’t cease their heart-stopping caress of her breast.
He walked into the house and turned back to the door. “Close and lock it.”
Grover was being his usual bossy self, but because he was making her feel so amazing, Sierra didn’t call him on it. She liked that he was still thinking about their safety.
The second she turned the dead bolt, he straightened and headed for the stairs. As he walked, he shoved his hand beneath the bottom of her bra and engulfed her entire breast in his large, calloused hand. Sierra moaned again.
Grover strode into his room and went straight to the bed. He didn’t let go of her, just bent over, holding her against him until he had her right where he wanted. Sierra felt her back hit the mattress a second before Grover’s head dipped. His hand plumped her breast and he took her nipple into his mouth through her shirt.
“Oh shit, Grover!”
He didn’t respond as he ate at her breast as if he were a man starved. Sierra squirmed under him. She needed more.
Tugging at his hair, she managed to get him to lift his head. She wanted this man. More than she could put into words. But she was also nervous about him seeing her without her clothes on. It was a vain thought, but she couldn’t help it. “I’m not very big,” she apologized.
His pupils were dilated and it seemed to take a second for her words to sink in. His hand tightened on her aroused flesh under her shirt. “You’re perfect.”
Sierra snorted.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked a little harshly.
“Women don’t spend millions of dollars on breast implants to impress other women,” she said.
“Men like boobs,” Grover said matter-of-factly. “It doesn’t matter if they’re big, small, jiggly, firm, or anything in between. I don’t know why we’re so obsessed with them, but we are. What matters is the woman they’re attached to. And when we care about that woman, we’ll swear that whatever her size is, it’s perfect. You, Sierra, have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Any bigger and you’d be top heavy. Besides…I like how sensitive you are.” He pinched her nipple once more, and Sierra couldn’t help but gasp at the erotic pain coursing through her body.
“See?” he said with a smirk.
Sierra swallowed hard. It was obvious by the erection pushing against her thigh that Grover was aroused. She needed to stop thinking about what she considered her flaws and just go after what she wanted. And what she wanted was this man. Deep inside her, making her feel complete.
In response, Sierra moved her hands between them and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt. Squirming, she managed to get it up and over her head. Grover wasn’t much help, not with the firm hold he had on her breast. When she threw her shirt to the side, she arched her back and reached under her to undo the clasp of her bra. With that done, she lay back and looked up at Grover. She was breathing hard and still a little embarrassed, but determined to be an adult about this.
Grover slowly drew her bra away, then stared at her for a long moment. He licked his lips and lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue to her nipple made Sierra jerk with sensation overload. He didn’t tease her either. There were no sensual licks. No, Grover latched onto her nipple and sucked. Hard.
She made an unintelligible sound in the back of her throat and grabbed his arm with one hand, the blanket beneath her with the other. All she could do was hold on as Grover did his best to drive her out of her mind.
After a minute of sweet torture, he lifted his head, his lips making a popping sound as they let go of her nipple. He ran a finger over the hard flesh, now sticking straight up. Even that felt amazing. Small currents seemed to flash down her body, straight to her pussy. She was soaking wet and so damn aroused.