Playing with Danger (Desire Bay 2)

She screamed his na

me but was met with the couch cushion catching her cries. He pulled out and hammered back inside her, using her hair as reins to pull her back while he surged forward.

He hit her in every spot, the way only he could.

She bit the cushion to stifle the cry of pure pleasure.

He was big and hard, and it had been a while, so he stretched her completely.

“Still hot and wet and tight for me,” he said, pulling all the way out and thrusting back inside fast and deep. His open belt hit the back of her thigh, the cold metal gently clanking against her skin.

He unraveled her hair from his hand and gripped her hips. He was picking up speed. Thrusting in and out harder and faster. Every time he impaled her, he pulled her back. She knew he was making sure she felt every inch of him. And she did.

Her core slickened so much she felt every smooth glide of him piercing her, like he was made to be inside her. Such perfection couldn’t be matched if she tried.

She bounced forward, the slap of his hips against her ass making her moan louder and louder.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Grant,” she said. “God, please, I’m right there.”

“I feel you. You want to come for me?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

He fucked her harder, faster still. She gripped the couch for support, letting her whole body go limp against the piece of furniture. She was at Grant’s mercy, being held up by no power of her own, while he delivered slashes of pleasure into her.

He pulled her close, snaking one strong arm beneath her to lift her up so her back met his chest. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding all her weight while he continued to pump in and out of her.

“I’ve missed you,” he said against her ear, then bit the lobe just as his fingers found her core.

“Grant,” she breathed.

His fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs and rubbed.

“Say it again.” His voice sounded more like a plea, and it made her want to respond. Give him anything he wanted.

“Grant.” She said his name again and was rewarded with his magic fingers rubbing wet circles faster.

He thrust deep and stayed buried in her to the hilt.

With him inside her and his hand rubbing perfect friction, she couldn’t hold out anymore. Her body melted. A tremor of heat raced from the base of her neck to the tip of her spine. She trembled, her body gently convulsing as she came hard around Grant.

“I love feeling you come on me,” he said. His breath hit her neck, and she tried to speak but couldn’t. Because just as her pleasure was tapering off, she felt Grant’s hard cock twitch inside her and flood her with his own release.

He clung to her harder. Wrapping her in his strong arms as he came apart around her. But it was she who felt like she’d just shattered into a million pieces. And the only thing holding her together was Grant.

Chapter Three

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up. You’re married?” Laura Baughman asked Hannah with big eyes. “I’m your best friend, and I’m just now hearing about this?”

Hannah slumped over her friend’s kitchen table and rubbed her temple. She’d sneaked out of her own house this morning without a word to Grant. Who was still sleeping in her bed. His big, naked body looking all hard and delicious and . . .

That’s when she’d hauled balls out of there.

It had been just past dawn, but thankfully, hiding at Laura’s house came with complimentary coffee and a ton of questions.

“It was on the cruise I took last summer,” Hannah admitted. Her one and only vacation. And it had ended with several voice mails that her father was in jail and her real life was calling her. When the ship had docked, everything had changed. Something she hadn’t thought through then and didn’t want to now.