Deciding to move him along a little faster, she let one of her hands drift down his back, caressing the muscled firmness of his buttocks through his jeans. She heard him emit a low growl. A warning, she knew. Feminine satisfaction wel ed up. Lazily, Gracie moved her hand over his hip until she cupped his hard cock. Grasping him through the unforgiving material, she squeezed and pumped, slowly massaging his length.
Wade broke the kiss on a curse and slid off the bed. Standing over her, his gaze snaring hers in a sensual trap, he stripped out of his clothes with quick efficiency. Gracie watched him unabashedly bare himself for her, and one thought kept skittering through her mind. This man—this flawlessly constructed man—was hers. At least for tonight, he was al hers. She would damn wel make the most of every second they spent together. Because if there was one thing she knew, it was that life was unpredictable and tomorrow could bring al sorts of trouble. Today was for them alone.
“I intended to give you the slow loving you deserve, baby. But damn if you don’t go straight to my head. I can’t seem to muster an ounce of self-discipline with you.”
Gracie rose to a seated position and smiled, hoping to look tempting, al uring. She wasn’t certain she pul ed it off; she’d never tried to look al uring before. “I don’t want slow and easy. I want you wild, and every bit as eager as me.”
Not waiting for an answer, she let her uninjur
ed hand slide over her stomach and rib cage to her aching breasts. She squeezed one soft orb and plucked at the ring piercing the nipple. Wade’s gaze darkened, nearly black with desire.
“Fuck, you’re playing a dangerous game, Gracie.”
“I’ve been playing it safe for too long. I’m tired of safe.” While his eyes roamed pleasingly over her bare body, she slowly, deliberately trailed her fingers downward. When Gracie reached her swol en clitoris, she let out a sigh. Sliding her index finger back and forth, she teased herself to a fever pitch. “Come closer to me,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal.
Without a word, Wade stepped forward. The movement put her mouth in direct line with his jutting cock. God, the man was big. The sheer size of him had her pussy wet and throbbing. She needed him fil ing her, taking away the cold and replacing it with blazing hot passion. With the same finger she’d used to caress her clit, Gracie touched the tip of his fat cock, enthral ed when a pearl of moisture emerged. Her gaze shot to his.
“Lick it up, sweet angel.”
Yes, good idea, she thought. Angling her head, Gracie took him into her mouth. She could only manage a few inches; his cock was much bigger than that of any man she’d ever been with. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head and tightened her lips. Wade cursed and grabbed the back of her head.
“Little tease. Suck harder,” he ordered.
Gracie kept her eyes trained on his and took another inch into her mouth.
“Gracie.”
Her name, thickly garbled, was al that emerged from his lips. His fingers burrowed into her hair as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he didn’t hold on. Loving him this way somehow seemed even more intimate than intercourse. Being able to bring such a powerful man as Wade to climax with just a lick of her tongue stimulated the very core of her femininity.
Gracie lifted her hand and cupped his sac, squeezing gently. Wade’s eyes shut, and he threw his head back on a groan. Gracie al owed her hand and tongue and lips to play for another minute before sliding her mouth off him. She gave a loving kiss to his tip, then sat back. Later he could come in her mouth. She’d swal ow every salty drop, too. For now, she needed him to be inside of her, fucking her.
Wade cupped the sides of her head in his strong hands and leaned close. “I can’t decide whether to fuck your mouth or fuck your pussy.”
Gracie smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “How about my pussy. First.”
He didn’t smile; if anything he grew even more intense, as if ready to pounce. “You’l drink my come,” he said, his gravel y voice unyielding,
“after I bury my cock in this lovely little cunt. The thought of spurting my come al over your tongue, your teeth, down your throat . . . Christ, what you do to me.”
He grasped onto her waist and moved her to the center of the bed, then placed first one knee then the other on the mattress, and crawled toward her. “You need to be tied to the headboard.”
Butterflies flitted through her stomach at the reminder of the handcuffs. She’d hoped he’d forgotten about that little detail. When he picked them up and attached one to her good wrist and snapped the other over one of the iron bars that made up the headboard, she shuddered.
“Lay your other hand above your head, out of the way. I don’t want to accidental y hurt it.”
She did as he said, but curiosity over just how bound she was had her wiggling experimental y at the handcuffs.
Wade stroked her cheek with his fingers and whispered, “You can’t loosen them, sweet angel. Only I can. Trust me?”
Trust a man? She’d never had reason to trust a man before. Not any of the few men she’d slept with; not even her own father. Wade wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known. He was good, deep down hero-type good. She knew he’d never bring her harm. She took a deep breath and nodded.
He smiled and moved on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms. “Knowing you’re wil ing to submit to me, to let me be in charge, it does things to me, Gracie. I want to love you, for hours. Just love this pretty, curvy body and take you clear to the moon. Then when you come back down to earth I want to do it al over again.”
Gracie felt his words clear to her soul. If she wasn’t careful she was going to fal . Head over heels, madly, deeply in love with Wade Harrison.
And that was the scariest thing of al .
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