The Reluctant Romantics Box Set (The Fall, The Mind, The Heart)

“Goodnight, Rose,” he offered, pulling the covers over me slowly and pushing off of the bed to leave. “I can’t kiss you goodnight. If I kiss you right now, I’m going to fucking lose it.” I stopped him by gripping his hand, grabbing the back of his head without thinking, and bringing his mouth to mine. His lips brushed mine softly and then took my whole mouth, leaving me breathless. Our tongues tangled as he kissed me deeply, melting any common sense, any resolve I had been holding on to. I reached out, gliding my fingertips along the bulge of his arms and moaning into his mouth. I reached for his shirt and he hesitated, pulling it down as I pushed it up over the hard ridges of his stomach.

He grinned down at me as he ripped himself away slightly to study me. “What’s gotten into you, woman?”

“Opportunity,” I whispered, slipping my tongue back into his mouth and hearing him groan. His body was rock hard beneath my fingertips and I was dying to explore him more with greedy hands. Caution lights of any kind were swept underneath the bed he had me panting on. I was in need. He could fill that need. It was simple, except it wasn’t. Grant’s kiss was not only debilitating my reasoning, but it was also making me insane with want. So like any woman with a beautiful man between her legs, I began to argue with myself.

You hardly know him!

Yep.

He may very well be insane!

Uh huh.

You don’t do one night stands.

Nope.

What are you doing?!

Naked, get him naked.

This is not a good idea!

One more brush of the hard length with my hand and the whisper of his skilled tongue with mine and the argument quickly changed.

It wouldn’t hurt to just have a look.

Just a peek.

You really have ranked above average in the whore department.

I deserve this.

You so deserve this.

“I want you,” I confessed. “Right now.” His eyes, now molten, looked over my heated body as he helped me take off his shirt. As soon as he was bare-chested, I screamed an inward thank you to God and the universe. Another deep kiss and I was desperate to have him inside of me. He hovered over me and I felt his sharp grunt as I gripped the thick bulge in his pants with my hand, making my intention clear.

“Rose,” he pushed out through clenched teeth as I pulled his hand between my legs, “are you sure?”

I couldn’t think of anything but the throbbing between my thighs. His fingers slipped beneath my panties and he cursed a quick “fuck yes” before he pushed two fingers inside of me. “Grant,” I panted as he pulled back from our endless kiss to watch my reaction to his hand.

“I want you, too...so fucking much, but are you sure?” I rocked into his hand as he rewarded me with even more pressure where I needed him most. I was seconds from coming as he leaned in an inch above my face, watching my every move. With my mouth open and nothing but encouraging gasps coming out of me, he sucked my lower lip into his mouth as he stroked me with just the right amount of pressure. His fingers expertly slid up and down between my folds with so much skill I exploded beneath him. Blinded by the feel of him I let go as he coaxed the rest of my orgasm out of me, his head now buried in my chest, his breath heavy.

“Goddamn, woman, I will never recover from that.” I was too far gone to stop and had no intentions of doing so, anyway. This strange man had evoked a strong need in me that had laid dormant for too long. Although it was slightly sated from his touch, I had to have more.

I pushed him into a sitting position, lifting myself to my knees as I fidgeted with his jeans and when his rock hard length broke free, I took it into my mouth moaning in appreciation. I tasted the salt seeping from him and moaned again.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he caressed my back slowly with one hand while running his fingers through my hair with the other.

Once I had him close enough to the edge, I scrambled with the rest of his clothes, getting him naked, stroking him and sucking him, until I could no longer control myself and began begging him to release me from the ache that had once again built inside of me. I grabbed a condom out of my nightstand, placed it in his hand, and prayed it was still worth a damn, though I’d never missed a pill. Grant hesitated, still asking permission as I writhed beneath him.

“Grant, take it!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He stilled me and my restless hands and lips, searching my eyes. I found myself unable to meet his gaze. I knew I was acting like a mad and desperate woman. He smirked as I shied away from him after such a blatant sexual display but didn’t say a word as he stood and rolled on the condom. Never in my life had I been blessed to have such a man. My last serious boyfriend, David, had been built but had nothing on Grant. He stood proudly as he watched me pull off the scrap of silk that covered the rest of my virtue. I lay back in bed, taking him in, and he did the same. Muscle outlined every inch of him. His piercing deep blue eyes held nothing but intense heat as I spread my legs for him in beckoning.

He gripped his thick length, pumping himself in front of me, making my mouth water. Eyes, lips, arms, abs, legs...him, all of him displayed out before me in teasing.