He combed one hand into her silky hair and stroked her flat belly with the other, then slid his hand down her silk-covered thigh and moaned into her mouth. Faith kissed him deeper, harder, hungrier. The way she wanted him set him on fire, and he slid his hand up her inner thigh and settled between her legs, cupping her sweet, hot center beneath the silk. Faith groaned, broke the kiss, and pushed her hips into his hand.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about—”
He kissed her again, hooking his arm around her neck, and pulled her closer. Grant explored her breasts, molding the silk to the bare mounds, teasing her nipples when they hardened beneath his fingers.
But that didn’t last, because he needed skin. He needed Faith’s smooth, warm, glorious skin, and slipped his hand beneath her tank and lifted it out of the way. Then moved his mouth from her lips to her breasts. And feasted.
The first scrape of his teeth made her arch and whine. She threaded her fingers into his hair and massaged and scratched his scalp as he ate at her. Still, it wasn’t enough. He was beginning to believe he’d never get enough. While his tongue circled her breast toward her nipple in a teasing spiral, he slipped his hand down her body, beneath the thin silky layers of PJs and panties and right over her sex.
Her pussy was smooth and soft and warm. And when he stroked her plump lips, he found her wet. His growl sounded low and hungry and animalistic.
Faith broke the kiss on a gasp. “God, I love you touching me. Is that weird? I can’t believe how good that—” Another gasp. A high-pitched “Mmmm. Grant…”
He lifted his mouth from her breast and watched the building pleasure wash over her face. “That’s hot. That’s an incredible turn-on. That’s sexy as hell. That is not weird.”
“Oh good,” she breathed. “Because you are so fucking good at it.”
The woman made him feel as amazing as a packed stadium on a stellar night. And he pulled out every trick he knew to draw shivers and moans and gasps from her lips. “Open for me, Faith.”
When she dropped one knee to the side, baring herself for his touch, a hat-trick-worthy rush pumped through his blood. He stroked, he teased, he thrust, he stretched, he rubbed. He wet his fingers and strayed toward her backside, which earned him an extra pulse of her hips. And when she finally couldn’t take any more, he pushed deep with his two middle fingers and rubbed her inner wall while he used his thumb to massage circles over her clit.
And the sight of her climbing to that peak was so beautiful, Grant purposely made it a slow climb. A steady climb. To give him time to get his mouth back on her breasts. To absorb more of those sexy sounds she made that exploded in his groin like firecrackers.
But before long, she was rocking into his hand, seeking out more pressure. And damn, that was so hot. By the time morning broke, he planned to have her riding his mouth like an expert.
“Grant…Grant…Grant…Ah…”
Her muscles contracted and pulled her into a curl. Her pussy spilled juice over his fingers and shuddered around them. And she continued to shake and shiver for long moments afterward.
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 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 onto 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