When her muscles softened and her eyes closed, Grant drew his hand from her sex and used his other hand to lift her head so he could kiss her, slow and sweet. “You are so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
“God, that’s good,” she murmured. “I love what you do to me.”
Now that was the most promising thing he’d heard all night. “That’s good, baby.” He tugged her tank off over her head, shimmied her pants and panties down her hips and thighs, letting her kick them off her feet and grabbed for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. “Because I love doing it to you. And I love what doing it to you does to me.”
His cock was throbbing mad that it didn’t get in on that sweet action.
She was still lying on her side, now with her arm curled under her head, her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed and her pretty pale hair spilled across the dark sheets.
“You’re not going to fall asleep on me are you?” He grabbed the condom with his teeth and worked his jeans open with his free hand. “I have lots of more ways to make you feel good.”
“I’m definitely not falling asleep.” She was still talking, that was a good sign, even though she sounded like she’d fall asleep any second. “I’m getting my second wind.”
He chuckled as he rolled on the condom, then stroked all her luscious skin. He wanted to get naked and rub all over her, and he would, but he had a more urgent need to bond with her after the emotion they’d shared. Somehow he felt like loving her now was sort of sealing the deal and holding that moment between them.
Stupid, maybe. But he needed her. He really, really needed to claim her. Right now.
She pushed up on her elbow, moved toward the middle of the bed and reached over to nudge Grant’s laptop aside—giving Grant one killer view of her beautiful ass. He pressed a knee between her thighs and stroked his hands up her legs, over her cheeks, her ribs, her shoulders, her neck and threaded one hand into her hair, using the soft mass to gently lift and turn her head to cover her mouth with his.
Faith licked into his mouth with her eyes open and hot. She lifted her ass, rocked against his hips and hummed with desire. His need skyrocketed and he conveyed that with his mouth. Faith returned the fierce kisses and gentle bites, lifting to her elbows and arching her back to rub him harder with that gorgeous ass.
She pulled back to whisper. “Inside me, Grant. I need you.”
The words created an implosion in his chest, crumbling any defenses that might have remained. He positioned himself, then tightened his hand and held her gaze as he pushed inside. Everything about the way she received him turned him inside out. The way her mouth dropped open. The way her eyes rolled back until they closed. The way she rose and eased into him, as if she couldn’t get all of him fast enough. The long slow moan that rolled from her throat as he filled her.
And finally, her verbal approval. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Until he couldn’t get any deeper and she groaned, “God, yes.”
And when he refastened his grip in her hair so he could hold her gaze as he thrust, her sounds of approval drove his hips harder and harder.
She pulled her knees under her and arched her back. Grant’s position and the strengths of his thrust pushed her head to the mattress. Her hands curled into the bedspread and she used the tension created from the weight of her body to push herself back and into his thrust.
“I can’t...believe the things...I let you do...to me,” she said, panting as she rose to climax. “I can’t believe...how fucking...good it is.”
Grant couldn’t believe how fucking sexy she was. Or how fucking lucky he’d gotten in finding her.
As her passion rose, she pushed harder, demanding more force. Grant loved the way she gave herself over to whatever her body wanted. He released her hair and took a more centered position behind her, allowing him to thrust harder, hammer deeper and within in seconds, Faith shattered with a scream and a whimper, her muscles quivering uncontrollably through the letdown.
Wicked satisfaction swamped Grant’s chest. He stayed deep inside her while she recovered, stroking his hands up and down her back and hips.
When she stirred, he withdrew. He shucked his shirt and pants in seconds and sat on the bed, collecting Faith into his arms, and spreading her thighs to straddle his lap. And easily reentered her as she settled into position.
They spent long moments kissing and touching and just staring at each other. Grant had never done this with a woman, and he couldn’t get enough of it with Faith. But his body’s need soon took control of the steering wheel. But there was something different between them now. Something new, something deep. Some kind of understanding he couldn’t put words to. But he was sure they were on the same page. If fact he’d never been more sure of anything.
And as he pulled his legs under him and used his thighs to drive into her, Faith wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressed her forehead to his, and held his gaze steadily, lovingly, until she finally peaked again. Grant let go at the same moment kissed her as they tumbled into bliss together. He was sure he’d never felt anything more perfect in his life.
Faith rested her head against his chest, and her warm breath bathed his skin. Grant sat back on his heels and stroked her hair, her back, her shoulders. When his feet started to tingle, he kissed her head and murmured, “I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Faith.”
She didn’t answer and a trickle of heat coursed through his chest. Alarm? Hurt? It was so foreign he couldn’t even identify it. Maybe it was just too soon to be voicing it. She really did have a lot of other things, more important things, to think about. Still...he didn’t like this feeling.
He pushed up on his knees and found her far heavier than she’s been just minutes before. He cocked his head to look down at her face and found her eyes closed. The stricture in his chest loosened a little.
“Faith?”
No answer. Not even a flicker of her lashes.
He grinned and tried one more time. “What do you think? Still want to work on that video tonight?”
He got nothin’.”