“Says you.”
“I don’t want you up on that ladder in the dark.”
“Same. And you need to let your shoulder rest. You’re supposed to be recuperating, remember?”
“I stopped by another store while I was in Ashville.” One of his hands moved lower, pressed between her legs, and closed over her sex.
Shock and excitement twined. She sucked a breath and rocked away from his hand, only to meet with more pressure behind her from his hips…and that iron swell.
“Grant, Dwayne’s going to be home soon.” She glanced around the front yard, to the quiet street and the houses with lights shining in the windows surrounding them. “And we’re in public.”
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p; “Don’t you want to know which store?”
He gripped her sex tighter and all the built-up lust from the last twenty-four hours spilled between her legs. A groan ebbed from Faith’s throat.
“Naughty,” he whispered with wicked glee at her ear. “Bet you didn’t even know it was there. I swear it was like a speakeasy, the front door off an alley and unmarked.”
He clenched and released her sex as he spoke, and within thirty seconds, Faith was dizzy with the same clawing need he’d instilled in her the night before.
Without warning, his hand disappeared from between her legs, and while a minute ago all she’d been able to think about was getting him to stop, now all she could think about was getting his touch back.
The man seriously messed with her mind.
“I want to show you one of the little treats I picked up for you.”
While he reached into his pocket, Faith forced her head clear. She pushed at his arm wrapped around her waist, but he held her in a vise. And the more she moved, the more she rubbed his erection, exciting them both.
“I want to see it,” she told him, “after I’m done with the lights.”
“I can’t wait that long.” He reached around her with the other hand and jerked at the button on her jeans, making her gasp. “And I don’t think you can either.”
“Grant, what in the hell—”
His bare hand pushed against her belly and slid down, down, down. Beneath her panties and deep between her legs. The warmth and pressure combined to swamp Faith with pleasure and lust and a need so rabid, it clawed at her.
She grabbed a rung of the ladder with one hand and curled the fingers of the other around Grant’s wrist. But that didn’t keep her from rocking against his hand as if she had no control over her body. “Ah…my God.”
“That’s just the beginning,” he rasped at her ear. He did something with his fingers, kicking off a vibration.
“Wh—what—”
He opened his mouth on her neck and pushed his hand deep with a low groan. Something attached to one or two of his fingers vibrated over her sex.
“H-holy—” A wicked and wild pleasure cut off any ability to think. “Oh my God.”
“You can’t wait, can you?” he asked.
She couldn’t answer. The only thing she could focus on was the buzz between her legs making her go cross-eyed.
He stroked circles around and around her opening. Faith’s mouth dropped open, and her breathing grew choppy.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
She would have said the words if she’d been able to speak. This level of pleasure was unthinkable until this moment. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, just when she saw the horizon of that delicious orgasm she’d been craving for hours, Grant pushed two fingers past her opening and up into her pussy.
Two thick, vibrating fingers.