Every inch of Grace’s skin felt like it was burning.
Brian set his glass on the coffee table, then wrapped both arms around her while he plundered her mouth and pushed her back into the soft cushions of the couch.
She lifted her foot out from under her, opened her legs so he could move between them, then groaned when she felt his erection pressing against her.
Oh yes. This was what she wanted. This was what she’d been missing. Having a wild one-night fling totally wasn’t like her, but she didn’t care. She stroked her tongue against his and scraped her fingernails along his scalp. He answered by groaning, kissing her deeper, and sliding one hand down her rib cage, then up under the hem of her tank.
Liquid heat spread through her lower body. She lifted her hips to rub against his thickening cock. He was already hard and long, and she couldn’t wait to feel him in her hand, in her mouth, in her body. His sensual fingers slowly moved across her belly, then inched higher, until they graced the underside of her breasts. Tingles erupted, and she moaned, tightening her chest to press her breasts out in invitation. His tongue stroked and licked and tasted, and she felt her shirt lifting, felt air washing over her abs, felt his hands moving higher until one wide palm cupped and massaged, and his thumb and first finger pinched her nipple.
She tore her mouth from his and cried out, not because it hurt but because it felt so…damn…good.
He pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts, then he shifted down her body, his thick, blond hair tickling her skin. She was so glad she’d ditched her bra. So glad she’d—
His lips brushed her breast, and his tongue traced an electric circle all around her right nipple, and all thought slipped right out of Grace’s head.
“Oh yes…”
He licked, laved, and pinched, driving her crazy with his tongue, making her hotter with every twist and rub of his fingers. Her eyes slid closed. She arched up into him. Only wanted more.
“Mm.” He breathed hot against her as he continued to tweak and torture her with his hands, with his mouth. “You’re so sensitive.”
Grace’s hips lifted and lowered on their own, rubbing against his cock, and she felt her orgasm approaching, felt every muscle contract. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
He groaned and moved to her other nipple, but he didn’t let go of the first, pinching and twisting the swollen, slick nub. Grace’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She tossed her head against the couch. And then he sucked her other breast and flicked the tip with his wicked tongue, and that was all she could take.
Stars ignited behind Grace’s eyelids. Ecstasy rolled over her like a tidal wave, dragging her under, stealing her breath. Her entire body trembled, and she moaned deep in her throat, riding the wave until it dissipated.
Brian pushed up on one hand and stared down at her with awe in his gorgeous eyes, his lips swollen and wet from devouring her, his hair all tousled and sexy from her fingers. “Did you seriously just come from that? I’ve never made a woman come just by playing with her breasts.”
Grace blinked several times, still consumed by her own surprise, more than a little embarrassed. “I’ve…never had that happen.”
But there was no embarrassment on his part. Victory flashed in his eyes just before a burning desire devoured them whole.
He slid one arm slid around her waist before she even saw him move, lifting her from the couch. The other jerked her tank up and over her head and threw it to the ground with swift movements. Gasping, Grace tried to brace herself, but he quickly shifted his knees to the floor, twisted her so she her legs were hanging off the front of the couch and her spine was pressed to the back. Then he grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms and ripped them down her legs. “Sorry,” he muttered, his voice raspy, his hands wild. “I know this is fast, but I need to get inside you. Right this second.”
“Oh yes…” Need—stark, raving need—consumed Grace from every angle. She lifted her hips to help him tear the pants from her body, then leaned forward and fumbled with his shirt. “Hurry.”
His mouth found hers while she worked the buttons free with frantic fingers, his tongue stroking hers long and deep. His arms wrapped around her again, dragging her ass to the front of the cushion. She managed to get his shirt open and pushed it down his shoulders but didn’t get to look like she wanted, because he tore his mouth from hers, wrapped both arms around her thighs, then lifted her lower body and brought it to his mouth.
She screamed. She was sure of it. His tongue made a long, lingering sweep up her cleft, then found her clit and circled. Grace’s fingers dug into his forearms. She lifted her hips, lowered them, rubbed against him wherever she could reach. He licked down her center, then pressed his tongue to her, right where she wanted his cock, fucking her with his mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Brian… Oh… Brian…”
He pulled his mouth from hers before she hit the crest, lowered her to the couch. His hands left her body, while she continued to simmer, to smolder, to tighten her thighs around his hips, trying to reach him. His fingers closed over her hand, and he drew it down her body, to her slick, steamy center. “Feel how wet you are. God, that’s so hot. Touch yourself. Yeah, just like that.”
Grace was lost in a sea of lust that was blocking out everything else. She ran her fingers over her clit again and again, knowing he was watching, loving how thick and aroused his voice was. Her eyelids drooped, and she watched through a sexual haze as he kicked off his jeans, ripped open a condom wrapper with his teeth, and sheathed himself.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “You are so fucking sexy.”
Grace lifted her hips, slid her fingers through her arousal, shuddered.
“No, baby. Don’t make yourself come again. That’s my job.”
He took her hand, pulled it away from her body. Cool air hit her overheated center, and she whimpered. But then he was there, pushing her legs wider with his hips, inching closer, dragging the tip of his cock down her slit and back up to her clit.
“Holy hell…”
The strained words, the way he was holding himself back… Grace looked down her naked body. His muscles were tight and slicked with sweat. His slacks pushed down only far enough to free his cock, his hand wrapped around the condom on his shaft, holding it in place as he teased her. But it was the look on his face as he stared down at her sex that did her in. Cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes heavy-lidded and glazed, mouth open as he watched her body react to every stroke.
She pushed up on her elbows, needing him to fill her, to stop tormenting her. Needing to watch. “Brian…”
The thick, blunt head of his cock slid down to her opening. She shuddered, poised to take him in. Eyes locked on where he touched her, he flexed his hips, then pressed deeply inside her on a groan she felt everywhere.
“Oh yessss…” Every muscle in her body tightened. He filled her completely, stretching her, sending pleasure skirting along every nerve ending, then drew back out slowly, still watching.
“That is so fucking sexy,” he managed, pushing inside again.
Grace moaned and lifted her hips, trying to get him to move faster. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions. “You’re killing me. Oh fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
His gaze lifted to hers. Still smoldering. Still aroused. But now burning. Burning for her. He leaned forward and captured her mouth, driving deep once more, pulling back and thrusting harder, faster.
Grace let go of the couch, reached for him, and slid her fingers into his hair as she flicked her tongue against his. His hips picked up speed. He fucked her with long, deep, frantic strokes, meeting every rock of her hips with his own. Electricity gathered inside her, was on the crest of breaking, was—
He drew back from her mouth, pulled free of her body. Grace gasped. But before she could protest, his hands landed against her hips, and he was twisting her. “Flip over. Knees up on the couch.”
She moved as fast as she could, her heart racing, her body trembling. Fabric rustled, and something hit the floor. Then she felt his bare knees between both of hers, nudging her legs wider. “Open. And arch for me.”
Grace lowered her chest to the back of the couch, the movement forcing her ass out and up. One of Brian’s big hands landed against her hip, the other brushed her inner thigh. And then he filled her again in one sharp thrust that dragged a groan from her chest.
“Fuck. You feel so damn good. So much better than you should.”
Grace didn’t know what he meant, but she didn’t care. She was lost. Her fingers curled around the back of the cushion, holding on while he fucked her hard and deep. So much deeper than before. One of his hands closed around her breast; the other slid down her stomach, between her thighs, and flicked her clit in time with his thrusts. Electricity arced all through her body once more.
“Brian…” She tried to reach back for him, couldn’t get her hands to grab on.
“Yes,” he whispered, leaning over her, thrusting deep again and again. “You can come now. Come with me, Gracie. I want to hear you let go.”
That was it. All that she could take. Her orgasm exploded in a burst of heat and light she felt everywhere. She wasn’t sure if she screamed, but she felt his whole body stiffen, felt him drive home again and again, then heard his cry of release when his own orgasm hit.
Her arms collapsed beneath her. Her cheek landed against the back couch cushion. Dragging air into her tight lungs, she blinked several times, trying to figure out how the hell she’d gotten so lucky tonight.
“Are you alive?” he said behind her, his warm breath rushing over the sensitive skin of her neck to make her tremble, his body plastered to hers
“Barely.” He was still inside her, still hard and hot and so very thick. She couldn’t stop herself from tightening around him. “God, that was good.”
He chuckled against her, and she felt the vibration all the way to her toes. “Wait here.” Carefully, he pressed his lips to her nape, then disengaged himself from her body and moved away. “I’ll be right back.”
Cool air washed over her spine. Blessed, much needed cool air. While he disappeared into her bedroom, she flopped back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, just trying to regulate her pulse.
That hadn’t just been good, it had been…amazing. And even though she should be embarrassed and wondering what he thought of her now that it was over, all she could think about was how much she wanted that again.
Water ran in the bathroom, and she waited for him to come back, but he didn’t. Long minutes passed in silence. Her stomach tightened with a host of nerves.
Pushing up, she looked around, spotted his black button-down hanging off the lamp, and reached for it. He’d said she’d regret this, but she didn’t. Not a bit. And if he did, well, she planned to change his mind. At least for tonight.
Because she wasn’t ready to let Mr. Hottie go. Not yet.
Stupid. So fucking stupid…
What the hell were you thinking?
Bracing his hands against the granite counter in the bathroom, Brian lifted his head and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was mussed thanks to Grace’s wild hands, his mouth still swollen from her demanding kisses, and his body…. Yeah, his skin still tingled and his dick was already semi-hard again just thinking about her lying naked out there on the couch, limp and sated from multiple climaxes.
He obviously hadn’t been thinking. Not with his big head, at least. If he had, he never would have touched her.
Goddamn… He raked a hand through his hair. He was so screwed, it wasn’t even funny. As soon as Ryder found out about this, his ass was fucking fired. Once again, he’d managed to take a good thing and shoot it all to hell.
A soft knock sounded at the door. “Brian?” Just the sound of her sexy voice shot a wicked thrill all through his body, and damn, but he loved the way she said his name—all soft and needy and…hot. “Did you fall in?”
Shit. His eyes slid closed.
He couldn’t hide from her. What he needed to do was open the door and tell her who he really was. But if he did that, he’d be digging his own grave.
As his mind spun with the negatives, a tiny voice screamed if he left now—before she figured out who he was—and he didn’t see her again, maybe he could skate free of this before everything turned to shit. Ryder had said he and his sister weren’t particularly close. She didn’t know Brian’s last name or even that Jake had sent him, and she’d lied to him about who she really was, proving she didn’t want anyone to know what she was up to. He hadn’t picked up a single threat in the two days he’d been following her, and he could come up with some bullshit excuse to Ryder why he needed to send someone else to look out for her during the rest of her trip. If he got gone now, there was a good chance she’d never even mention this crazy night to her overbearing older brother.
His pulse raced. His hands grew sweaty. It was a cowardly thing to do, but right now it was the only option he had. Decision made, he pulled the door open, then went still as stone as soon as he saw her wearing his black shirt, contrasting sharply with her pale, perfect skin, the buttons open enough so he could see the mounds of her small, heavenly breasts—the ones he’d had in his mouth only minutes ago—and the hem grazing her creamy, toned thighs. Thighs that had wrapped around him, drawn him in, and shut down every functioning brain cell until want was all he knew.
Her gaze searched his. “Are you okay?”
Okay? Was he okay? No, wasn’t fucking okay, because he desperately didn’t want to leave.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. Told himself to hold it together. “I’m fine. You’re, ah, wearing my shirt.”
A mischievous smile curled her lips. “I know.” She laced her hands behind her back and moved toward the big bed in the middle of the room, all but skipping. And goddamn, that shouldn’t be sexy either, but it was. “If you want it back, you’re going to have to come take it from me.”
She knelt up on the bed, leaned back in the pillows, and sat cross-legged, her dark hair falling around her face in a sexy little tousle. She had a youthful vivaciousness he hadn’t experienced with anyone else, and it made him feel alive in a way he’d been missing the last few years. His body ached to be near her, his fingers itched to touch her, to slide across her long, slender legs folded beneath her, then up to the tails of his shirt just barely covering her sweet, steamy center.
Mother of God…
He swallowed hard and only just caught himself from calling her Grace. “Samara…”
She crooked her index finger at him. “You don’t want to leave yet, Brian. Not when things are about to get fun.” Heat flooded his system. That adorable little dimple flashed. “Come here before I’m forced to come get you.”
Forget want. He needed. His feet moved on their own, and his hands landed on the mattress before he could stop them. “You’re gonna be trouble for me, you know that?”
He loved the girlish giggle that slipped from her lips and the stark desire in her eyes when he crawled over her. “I like the thought of getting into all kinds of trouble with you.”
Her hands captured his face, and she dragged his lips to hers in a blistering kiss that supercharged every part of his body.
He liked that thought as well. Way too much.
Sinking into her kiss, he told himself he’d leave in the morning. But tonight, she was his.