Playing with Danger (Desire Bay 2)

She gasped and gripped his hair tighter. She used her free hand to grip the rail she sat on to steady herself. Fire lit up her body as Grant’s skilled tongue snaked over her center.

She clamped her legs against his face, then spread them wider, then clamped. She needed more. But it was too much. The pleasure was like flecks of hot light pricking her, and she was coming out of her skin with lust.

“Grant, oh please, please . . .” She was begging him. Just like he said she had. Just like she was currently doing. But he kept her right on the edge. Literally.

He thrust his fingers in and out, faster and deeper each time. Her core slickened. His tongue flicked fast over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she arched and moved, gripping him so tight when she thought she’d fall.

But she didn’t.

Grant was right there.

A strong arm around her, steadying her while he drove her to a lust-crazed frenzy.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled between her legs. He plunged deep, and she did.

Her body convulsed and tensed around the most powerful orgasm she’d had since . . .

Since she’d last been with Grant.

She called his name. Screamed it? She didn’t know. She was lost to the fire raging through her veins and the pleasure humming deep in her bones.

He rose to stand, and Hannah felt limp. Her skin buzzing, and her mind in a whirl of fog and lust.

And once again, Grant was there to catch her. Hold her. Not let her fall.

“You’re not worn out yet, are you, baby?” he said against her lips.

She said no, or maybe she thought it. Her brain was nothing more than bursting fireworks, and her skin was crackling with wanting his hands all over it. Truth was, her body was needy and spent at the same time. The aftershocks of pleasure were still spiraling while she desperately wanted Grant inside her.

“Please,” she whispered.

His face was against hers, his lips brushing hers. He gripped the back of her head in one hand, tangling her hair through his fingers, and tugged. Her chin lifted, and through her lashes, she saw his eyes burning into her soul.

“Please what?” he asked.

Please take me, own me, love me.

She had so many requests. She wanted to feel that calm safety that Grant gave her. Complete. There, by the ocean and surrounded by the entire world and her small town all at once, she didn’t feel alone. She needed to feel him for a little longer.

“Finish me,” she said.

His grip tightened, and he kissed her deep. His tongue was hot and sweet in her mouth, drinking her down with each stroke. His strong jaw worked against her cheek, his shaven face like fine sandpaper against her.

She knew every part of him, and she knew how all of those parts felt against her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her fingers were digging into his shoulders, yet she could still see the entire scene as if she floated above her body. Picturing his strong back and broad shoulders moving and bunching with muscles as he snaked his free arm around her waist and pulled her into him. Her legs spread wider, his hips digging into her inner thighs. His hard cock was hot and urgent against her slick flesh. She wanted his pants gone so she could feel him skin to skin.

Her hands roamed from his back to his sides, then up his chest. In one fierce tug, she opened his shirt, buttons flying, and Grant growled against her lips.

“Finish you, huh?” he said, then sucked her tongue quickly. “What if I’m never finished with you?”

He kissed down her neck, sucking and biting as he went. Her heels slipped against the railing, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. She reached between them and opened his belt, then his pants.

She reached into his jeans and grabbed his cock, pulling it free. She used her feet to shove his pants low, giving her better access. She was frantic, like a live wire popping in a rainstorm. She needed to touch him everywhere. Feel him everywhere.

“I miss this,” he growled against her throat. He yanked her closer while thrusting. She felt his cock slide in her hand and hit her clit. He was right there but didn’t push to be inside her.

“You can have it, just come here,” she whispered and wiggled her hips while trying to guide him into her. But he shifted, only sliding along her wet center.

“Oh, I will, and I do miss your sweet pussy, but I meant that I miss this . . .” He clung to her tighter. She kissed his neck, his cheek, his lips. “I miss you loving on me.”