Wade moved then, slowly at first, then faster. Gracie’s arms came around his back, fingernails bit into his flesh as she matched his rhythm stroke for stroke. It was the final touch. Wade threw his head back and let out a low, rumbling growl. His body flared to life. The untamed sounds Gracie made had his dick swel ing even more. His bal s drew up tight. His larger hips pounded against Gracie’s softness as he fucked her with feral abandon.
“Come for me again, sweetheart,” Wade demanded.
The tight hot fist of Gracie’s cunt held his cock captive. She pushed her hips upward. Once. Twice. Then shouted his name as her climax washed over her, bathing his cock in liquid fire. “Christ, yes!” Wade shouted. Flexing his hips, he thrust deep, and then he was joining her.
She moaned and clutched his forearms until her body settled back to earth. Only after she lay limp on the soft sheets did Wade al ow himself to slip out of her. He levered himself up and stared down at her. “It must be the red hair,” Wade blurted out. Gracie opened her eyes and stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. Hel , maybe he had.
“I figure it must be al this sexy red hair,” he explained, “that makes you such a wild thing in bed.”
Gracie rol ed her eyes. “You’re the one with al the wicked ideas.”
He chuckled and grabbed a fistful of the object in question. “Blondes and brunettes are invisible to me now. The only thing that’l do it for me is a pretty, little, red-haired angel.”
Gracie was quiet, and Wade wasn’t sure it was the good sort of quiet or the he’s moving too fast quiet. And he didn’t want to know either.
Instead of pushing, like he usual y did, Wade moved to lie next to her. It wasn’t until he had her back snuggled up against his front that she final y spoke.
“You’ve ruined other men for me too, Wade. And that scares me.”
Her quiet voice did him in. Wade didn’t want to hear that she was too afraid to give him a chance. Too afraid to try for more than a good time between the sheets. Instead, he stroked her hair and murmured, “Shh, baby. Just sleep. It’l al work out, you’l see.”
Even as the words left his mouth, he wondered if he spoke the truth or if he was merely fooling them both.
23
The next morning Gracie sat at Wade’s kitchen table, her laptop open in front of her. She peeked out of the corner of her eye at the quiet man seated in the chair beside her. He was completely engrossed in her blog. He’d gone through every post for the past four months, and she was about to jump out of her damn skin. Gracie knew what was in so many of those posts. Her, going on and on about the hottie she was infatuated with. The friend of her boss at the massage therapy office where she worked. Gracie’s nerves were shot. There was no way Wade could misread that to mean any other man than him. Final y, he finished the last post and sat back, his gaze seeking hers. He grinned.
Yep, the cat was definitely out of the bag.
Crossing his arms over his chest and looking as if he’d just discovered gold, Wade said, “So, you’ve got the hots for ‘Mr. Hard & Dangerous.’ Anyone I know
?”
Angry that he’d found her out, Gracie snapped, “You’re supposed to be looking for clues about my stalker.”
He quirked a brow and pointed at the computer screen. “He hasn’t commented. The blog is a dead end.”
The news was as disappointing as it was surprising. “How can you be so sure?”
“You go on and on about another guy, Gracie. There’s no way he would have sat back and kept quiet. At the very least you would’ve gotten an angry e-mail from him about it.”
Gracie slumped in the chair. “Damn. I real y had hoped we could find something, anything.”
“We stil have the e-mails. I want to go over those next.” He leaned forward in his chair and placed both hands on her thighs and squeezed.
His warmth seeped right through the jeans she’d pul ed on earlier. “So, is Hard & Dangerous anyone I know, baby?”
His cocky attitude had her speaking without thinking. “No. You wouldn’t know him. But it doesn’t matter because I’ve decided he’s too arrogant for me. And annoying. He’s very annoying.”
He had the nerve to chuckle. “Oh, yeah?”
Gracie batted his hands away from her thighs. “Definitely. In fact, if I saw him right now, I’d probably hit him or something.”
He leaned back, his ornery grin speaking volumes. “Brings out the worst in you, does he?”
To give herself something to do, Gracie started fiddling with the keys on her laptop. “I don’t know about the worst, but he does bring me to violence quite often.”
“That’s not the tune you were singing in that last post. In fact, I believe you said something about wanting to eat him up because he’s so delicious.”