Tempting Grace (Vaughn)

“Who said anything about your ass?” he growled. “I think I’d rather tie up these pretty tits and spank those instead.”

His words brought an image to her mind, a totally forbidden image. Her clit swelled. She tried to maintain her cool composure, but when his middle finger found its way through her curls and sank all the way to the knuckle inside her heat, she gave up any pretense of control.

“Mmm, just look at you. Your cunt is ripe for the plucking. I think I’m going to really enjoy making you scream with pleasure.”

When a second finger joined the first, her hips began to move, matching his pumping rhythm. After thrusting several times, Jackson brought both fingers all the way out. She wanted to beg him to come back, but her words died on her tongue as she watched him suck her juices off each digit.

“Tangy, but I’m going to need a little more to be sure.” He spread her wide and dipped his head between her thighs and swept his tongue over her swollen clit.

She arched upwards, and he was there, holding her down with a hand splayed across her belly. She moaned and writhed under his assault. His tongue dipped in and out, tasting and sweeping her into a different realm. She went wild when he sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled it. Once, twice, and she suddenly burst apart, shouting his name and flowing into his greedy mouth.

He stayed there for long seconds after her orgasm ended, relishing the little aftershocks. Then he lifted his head.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

Amen, was all she could think as she let her eyes drift closed. Then his weight lifted, and Grace opened them again, curious as to what he was about to do. She watched him standing beside the couch, an impressive erection tenting the front of his slacks and some unnamed emotion on his face.

He leaned down, kissed her forehead and murmured, “Sleep tight, pretty Grace.”

Shock and mortification filled her as he walked to her door. As he turned the knob, she found her voice. “That’s it?” She sat up and grabbed her blouse. “You’re leaving?”

He winked at her. “The rest will be waiting for you in Vegas. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it.”

As he opened the door and walked out, Grace saw red. “Vegas.” Her mind was already churning with all the ways to make Jackson Hill squirm. “We’ll just see who caves first.”

Grace got up from the couch and went to the bedroom. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top before heading to the phone. When she dialed her sister’s number, her fingers still shook with anger.

“Hello?”

“He makes me crazy!” Grace shouted.

“Uh, Grace, it might help if you start by telling me who you’re talking about.”

Her sister’s matter of fact tone never failed to calm her. “Jackson, He was just here.”

“Jackson from work who has the hots for you? That Jackson? What was he doing at your apartment?”

Grace went to the kitchen and grabbed her chocolate bar from the fridge. “He said Merrick told him about my car accident and he wanted to know more about it.”

“So he came to your apartment instead of waiting to ask you at work on Monday? There’s something missing here. What’s missing?”

Grace plopped onto the sofa and groaned. She could still smell his masculine scent. It was going to be a really long weekend. “Well, we sort of did more than talk.”

“Oh, my God. Did you sleep with him?”

She fel

t her cheeks heat. Faith always seemed to have a way of making her feel like an unruly teenager. She tore open the chocolate bar and bit off a piece. “No, I didn’t sleep with him. Although, I am a big girl. I’m allowed to have sex.”

“Yeah, I know, but you’re still my baby sister,” she reminded her. “Okay, so, you didn’t have sex. What exactly did you do?

“We, uh, we sort of made out.”

“Was it horrible? Is he a crappy kisser?”

“He’s not horrible. In fact he’s so damn good my body is still humming.”

“I just don’t understand why you won’t go out with him. It’s clear you like him or you never would have let him touch you. Why are you holding back?”