Simply Sensual (Simply 3)

Her fingertips grazed his stomach, then his shoulders as she made fast work of removing his shirt and sending it flying across the room. She dipped her head and placed strategic kisses on his chest. Wet kisses with those red lips. Flickering motions of her agile tongue across his hair-roughened skin, across his nipples. The fiery sensation began where she touched, where she licked, where she nipped with her teeth… and traveled a heated path straight to his groin.

He’d had enough of the playful torment. He edged his fingers beneath the straps of her bra, moving his fingers in a slow downward arc, taking the elastic with him until her arms were bracketed by the thin straps. Then he reached for the front clasp and released the hook, freeing her breasts for his view, his touch, his mouth. He bent his head and pulled one of her nipples between his lips, lapping her skin with his tongue, and tugging none too gently with his teeth, until she writhed with the force of her desire.

His body bucked in kind, but he wanted her so primed and ready that when the joining came, she’d feel as if they were made to be together. And apparently, she enjoyed his ministrations because she grasped his head in her hands, holding him to her breast in a blatant plea for more. He grazed more insistently with the edge of his teeth and her legs buckled beneath her.

“Easy,” he murmured, stopping her fall by sweeping her into his arms once more.

“This is becoming a habit of yours.” Her eyes were a deep, dark brown, shaded with desire.

“Can’t say I mind. Where to?”

She wrapped her hands around his neck and cuddled close. Her bare and sensitive breasts rasped against his naked chest, and the abrading sensation aroused him even more. “Protection’s on the table. We could go to the bedroom—if you make it that far. Personally, I don’t want to wait.”

He let out a low growl. “You finally did it, Gracie.” He took her from being cradled in his arms to lying flat on her back on the carpeted floor in mere seconds. He hovered over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his body levered over hers, feeling predatory and more like his caveman ancestors with each passing second.

“You snapped that control I’ve been hanging on to.”

She exhaled a sigh of relief and grinned. “Well, it’s about time.” She reached out and popped the snap on his jeans and began to tug and twist them downward, impatience showing in her jerky motions. With little difficulty, he yanked them over his hips, boxer briefs along with them, and tossed the garments beside her top.

Grace shook with anticipation. She’d felt the pressure of his body against hers before but always behind a barrier of clothing or in cramped quarters in the back seat of his car. Never had she seen him fully erect and aroused as he was now. Her heart began a steady pounding, knowing he wanted her as badly and as desperately as she wanted him. And she did. Never before had she felt such elemental lust for a man.

He reached for the condom on the table and left them beside her on the carpet. Then he knelt on the floor. His heady scent filled her nostrils, and when he met her gaze with his steely one, a rush of liquid pooled between her legs. Without breaking eye contact, he grasped her hips and pulled on the skirt, taking the material down to her knees and then lower until she was able to kick it off with one foot.

Ben glanced down. Grace held her breath as he took in her nude, sheer, string-bikini panties. His eyes glazed over. “If I’d known about these, you’d never have made it off the subway.” He eased one finger between her skin and the barely-there thread of material holding front and back triangles together, while his other hand covered her sex.

Hot and heavy, his palm eased up then down, gently at first, until the cresting wave hit her without warning and his touch became a harder, more insistent branding of his flesh against hers. Her hips rode upward, searching for more of the exquisite pressure, and she let out a shuddering moan of frustration and need.

Ben caught on quick, bearing down with his hand. The rippling of contractions started at her clit and circled outward, encompassing her entire body in white-hot spiraling heat. She thrust upward, gyrating against his giving hand. She heard the whimpers, knew they were coming from her throat, and didn’t care. Not so long as the amazing waves continued.

Just as the crest began to ease off, just as a hint of awareness began to return, he picked up a circling motion with his palm, a demanding rotation that started the surge of ecstasy all over again.

She didn’t think she could take it, not again, not alone, coming alive beneath his touch but without him deep inside her body. He didn’t give her a choice, just continued to take her on a ride she’d never experienced before. His hand worked magic while his fingers cupped her more intimately, pushing against the silken, wet barrier of the bikinis she wore. Her climax was just as hard, just as fast, just as long the second time, the sheer force and passion involved taking her by surprise.

Her mind slowly began to clear. His gaze remained steady on hers. A taut but pleased expression settled on his face while his hand remained between her thighs.

“You’re so wet, so responsive.” His hoarse voice registered in her still-sensually fogged brain.

“All for you,” she murmured, barely able to speak. But she was finally able to think, and she focused on this man who had given her such intense, singular pleasure. A lump rose in her throat along with an emotion she refused to dissect or name.

His fingers curled deeper, pressed harder against her panties. Pleasure, more sensitized this time, rose fast. “Again?” Grace hadn’t known it was possible.

“Together this time.” She hardly recognized his raspy, desire-laden voice, and a ripple of anticipation traveled through her.

He slid out of her reach and straddled her thighs, leaning forward to press a kiss against the triangle of material still covering her.

His breath was warm, his lips hot, and fire licked at her once more. “Ben.” His name burst from her lips, an expression of her desire for them to make love.

He understood that she wanted to be filled by him because he yanked on the thin strap of material, ripping the sides and freeing her sex. She was hot and she was damp. The cooler air in the apartment touched her already-swollen, needy skin, and she trembled.

Grasping her thighs in his hands, he exhaled hard, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Show me.”

He reached for the condom, tearing at the foil with his teeth and making fast work of protecting them both. A shudder consumed her at the sight, and seconds later, his hands were back on her thighs, inching higher. With exact precision, his thumbs moved upward, gliding over her slick folds. And then he nudged his erection inside, solid and strong as he came into her with a single, powerful thrust.

As he filled her body, Grace felt every hot inch, each rigid upward motion. And as he leaned down for a warm, tender kiss, one filled with the mixture of his unique taste and her feminine scent, an unexpected emotion swamped her.

She realized… he had also filled her heart.