“I came to hook up with a sexy country girl who knows her own mind and doesn’t take any shit.”
His fingertips brushed the opposite direction, zapping another lightning strike of pleasure through her. She whimpered, and her head fell back, just missing the wall. “Ah…God…”
A growl rolled from his throat, and he closed his hands on her breasts hard, making Faith wince.
“But just getting this tiny glimpse of your sexy side makes me want all kinds of other things. Things I haven’t wanted in years. Things I may never have wanted. Things that turn me inside out.”
He took one nipple between his fingers, pinched hard, shooting a spike of lust through her chest and sex at the same time. Then he rolled it gently, rubbing away the pain and stroking excitement back into her body until all Faith could do was arch and whimper and moan. “Grant.”
He pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her. “So tell me what you want, Faith,” he murmured, his rich, husky voice tingling down her neck and over her shoulder. “What you really want. So I know where my boundaries are.”
Boundaries? She didn’t know anything about boundaries in sex.
“I…don’t know what…you mean.” She was panting and aching, and she really just wanted to feel him inside her.
He lifted his head, pressed one hand to the table and met her gaze deliberately. “I mean you make me fucking insane,” he said from behind clenched teeth. “I mean that every little flicker of your pleasure is like a hit of my favorite drug and drives me like a fucking addict.” He brushed her nipple, and she shivered. Then he pinched it, and she gasped. Rolled it and she moaned. “I want to do whatever it takes to get those sounds out of your mouth. Whatever it takes to keep that drugged look in your eyes. Whatever it takes to get you as addicted to me as I am to you right now.”
“Yes,” she said, breathless, and leaned into one arm to lift the other and wrap it around his head. “Yes, I want that.”
“Even if that means letting me have control? Complete control?” He paused, and a shiver rattled through her chest. “Say yes, Faith.”
He made it seem so simple. And she heard herself say, “Yes.”
He pulled back and searched her eyes. His were fiery and intense. “Even if that means giving me complete, unrestricted access to every inch of your body?” Another pause, t
hen a deliberate “Say yes, Faith.”
A heat wave washed her sex. Tension pulled her muscles taut. Still, her lips formed the word, “Yes.”
His hand closed in her hair and pulled her head back. A sting radiated through her scalp. A cry of surprise rolled from her throat, and she fell back onto her elbows. Grant leaned farther over her, pushing his erection harder against the need throbbing angrily between her legs.
“You’re going to let me fuck you any way I want? Any time I want?”
She couldn’t think straight, but the way she felt right now, with him pressed against her sex even with clothes on… That was a big affirmative. “Yes.”
He used the hand braced on the table to grip her jaw, making him list forward. Making him press into her harder. His gaze darkened, hardened, and heated, but a sliver of panic still lived there. “You’re going to let me fuck you with my hands. You’re going to let me fuck you with my mouth. You’re going to let me fuck you with my cock.” He paused. “You’re going to let me fuck you with any other random thing I decide will bring you screaming orgasmic pleasure.”
Holy hell. Her body was completely wigging out on her. Lust surged through her system, almost too much to handle. “Please.”
He tightened his hand on her face and shook her. “Say. Yes. Faith.”
“Yes, yes. Please. Yes.”
“Fuck.” He jerked his hand from her face and fisted her hair again, with an angry “You’re supposed to say no.”
“Feels so good.” She exhaled, trying to control the wild need his dominant behavior pulled out of her. “I want it.”
He opened and closed the hand in her hair, restlessly, creating a fresh burn with every clench. Faith moaned and lifted her hips against his. Fire flashed in his eyes, and he rocked against her.
“Yes…” She clasped one of his forearms. The hard muscles flexed and rolled beneath her hand. “Want you so—”
He lowered his head and attacked her mouth. His hips hammered against hers, and the pressure released a shaft of ecstasy through her lower body. Her mouth went slack, and Grant drove his tongue in, found hers and stroked, circled, teased, while his hips rocked and pulsed. He sucked her lips in turn. Scraped them between his teeth until she winced. He ate at her and ate at her while she simply struggled to keep up. While the excitement in her body rose, and her back arched, and the need to find the peak intensified.
And as his own passion rose, his grasp on her hair grew tighter, the burn in her scalp hotter, his thrusts harder. He finally pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You like rough…” he panted. “So fucking hot… Never would have guessed…”
Neither would she. But he wasn’t the only one feeling a little insane. She had to be a little crazy to agree to what she’d agreed to.
Grant dipped his head again, but this time focused on her breasts and stroked his tongue across one bud. Liquid heat spread through Faith’s chest and her sex at the same time. Her mouth dropped open, her fingers curled into fists, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked.