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he didn’t protest when Grant pulled her into his lap and began tongue-kissing her. Later, he might feel utterly satisfied—downright peacock preening—he’d finally found the way to make her go all soft.
Grant was too busy fighting the urge to ball a fist in her hair and make her promise she wouldn’t let anyone else do that to her until they were done with each other. It was taking all of his restraint to fight the need to murmur what they should do next—fuck. And fuck. And fuck.
He pressed his mouth to her pounding pulse in her neck then right to the spot below her ear. She shivered, clutching at him, a whimper right there in her throat. He tried not to howl at the moon or something equally dramatic. He did wrap his arms around her to keep them as close as possible.
“Grant?” She rocked into him, rubbing herself against his dick.
If she did that again his cock would explode out of his jeans. “Aye,” he growled.
Her hand slid between their bodies. He held his breath as she fumbled with his zipper. Grant let his hands drop down to her arse and squeezed, his absolute encouragement for whatever she wanted to do next. Her hands trailed over his cock and he was sure he’d gone blind at just how good that almost thoughtless touch felt. They both moaned when she cupped his balls.
Don’t hope. Don’t wish. Don’t think. Despite what he’d done or how much she enjoyed it, reason and fear could drop in. Once again, her impulse to do exactly what she wanted in that moment with him could be bombarded with doubts.
“Condom?” she whispered.
Only a miracle kept him from dying of happiness on the spot. She’d leaned back to give him room, and to watch. He didn’t care she’d witnessed his trembling hands as he sheathed himself. Pride so often got in the way of pleasure. There was none left to be had as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, a fist then tugging at his nape, pulling his head back so their gazes met. Only sensation was left to be had as he guided her down on his cock. Her mouth parted, her lids swam low and then her eyes closed as she moaned. Who needed pride?
Her pussy wrapped around him, so wet and snug and perfect. She tightened her inner muscles on the first upstroke, and then again and again. His dick had never been harder in his life.
“Grant?”
“Aye, lass?”
She laughed softly. “I’m on my tip toes. I won’t be able to do this for long, but it—you feel so good.”
“All you have to do is rock, and I’ll get us there the rest of the way.”
It said so much she didn’t question how but just ground against him. He loosened his hold enough to free a hand. While she rocked, he worked the swollen nub between her legs in a hard, slow circular motion. She could have fucked him at that lazy pace all night and it would have been the best. He would have woken up in the morning torn between buying her flowers or diamonds.
But Tasha couldn’t fuck him like this all night. Without a word, he changed the way he flicked his thumb over her clit. She matched him in that subtle shift, driving her body into him. Faster and faster. He knew she was close when she placed a hand over his to keep him still, to fuck both in a wild rush.
He clenched his jaw, just trying to hold out from coming, because she had been close but he’d been at the brink since the second she asked if he liked her dress. Worse, better, the best…her fucking face. Her mouth wasn’t swollen from kisses like it should have been. Their gazes held as she bit down on her lip to hold in a moan. Her eyes speared through him as shock and then pleasure darkened her brown gaze.
She was beautiful. She was fucking them both mindless. Heat crept to his face then flashed through his body. His balls cupped closer to her. He could only growl as pleasure beat at him and he held back. Tried so hard.
“I want to feel you come, Tasha. I want your pussy to milk me. Drip every bit of come on my dick.”
Her arousal spilled out like honey. Aye. Like that. He leaned close to her ear and finished the dirty word game from days before. She buried her face in his neck, a muffled scream leeching out as she shook through her orgasm. She felt so good, so tight, his body could only respond in kind. His hips bucked to meet her on the other side of pleasure until he was coming. He shook from it, and her arms squeezed him tighter to her.
For a while they both just tried to catch their breath after that. To his surprise, she laughed and kissed his jaw. “I’m pretty sure the Baird heard all that.”
He chuckled, having forgotten the man even existed. “Oh, he’d be proud, the pervy fucker.”
She pulled back, and her eyes crinkled as she laughed again. “You’re probably right.”
Something in his chest went all tight and warm. Since he didn’t want to be dramatic, he kissed her like he should have done when she had came.