She didn’t speak, but her body told him al that he needed. She was giving him her total acceptance. Wade would treasure it for what it was, a gift.
Not wil ing to be away from Gracie for even a second, Wade quickly retrieved the body oil he kept in the bathroom cabinet. It wasn’t anything special, an off brand he’d bought at the drug store. Soon he would buy her something special. A deliciously scented oil that would mingle with the heat of her arousal.
Resuming his position between the silky thighs of the woman he loved, Wade popped the top of the bottle, watching Gracie closely for any signs of fear or worry. As he poured a smal amount of oil into his palm, smoothing his hands together to warm the slippery liquid, he could see a slight blush to her skin. She stiffened a little, her past experiences coloring what they were about to do, no doubt. What had her past lovers done to cause such a reaction? His protective instincts boiled to the surface.
“I would cut off my own arm rather than cause you pain, baby.” Her nearly imperceptible nod touched him. His sweet, brave little Gracie.
Wade touched her shoulders first, and he could tel she was surprised. Apparently Gracie had expected him to dive right in. She should know him better than that by now. Wade savored and enjoyed.
Slowly, Wade smoothed his hands over her col arbone next, then the delicate line of her neck received extra special attention. She had an elegant neck, soft and vulnerable. “The bruises are barely visible now, Gracie.”
“Mmm, that feels so good, Wade. You have the magic touch.”
The husky tone of her voice had the effect of a lick over his engorged cock. Damn, she was potent. As he skated his palms down her arms to her bound wrists, he could feel her hum of pleasure. He massaged the oil into the skin of her good wrist, easing the restraint a little until her arms were now barely tied at al . He didn’t need to truss her up to get off. It wasn’t about that for him. Pleasure came from her total submission.
Her trust in him. That’s what turned Wade’s blood to molten lava. Knowing Gracie was able to get away, but chose to give al control to him instead, it did things to him. Wild, untamed things.
Once Wade was satisfied that he’d made her as comfortable as possible, he poured more oil into his palms and touched her spine. He took utmost care in massaging each vertebra, feeling her relax even more. He chuckled. “At this rate you’re going to be asleep before we even get to the main event.”
“Sleep is impossible when you’re so near . . . and so naked.”
Masculine pride had his chest swel ing. “What’s your favorite scent, Gracie?”
“Scent?”
“Yeah, I want to buy you some body oil. Something besides bargain brand crap.”
Her eyes were closed, a dreamy expression on
her face. “Coconut,” she answered. “It reminds me of the beach. Sun and warmth. No cares.”
Wade leaned down and placed a smal kiss on a spot on her back that he’d already massaged. “Coconut it is then,” he murmured against her slippery skin. “When this is al over I’l take you to my beach house in Miami. You’l like it there, sweetheart. It’s secluded. And there’s a great big hot tub.”
Her eyes drifted open, and she looked over her shoulder at him. “You have a beach house?”
He shrugged as he massaged her lower back. “A spur of the moment purchase. Costly, but worth it.”
Her gaze narrowed. “You’ve taken other women there?”
Wade chuckled. “I wasn’t celibate before you, Gracie. But, no, I’ve never taken a woman there. I use it whenever I need to unwind. Get away from al the pressures. Jonas and I own it together actual y.”
“Oh. It sounds lovely.”
“You’l see it soon.”
Wade smoothed his fingertips over her hips and groaned. “You’re so damn pretty. A warm, sweet treat. My treat.”
“Mmm. It’s not easy to talk with you doing that. Oh, my, Wade, you’re incredible.”
Wade grinned, feeling cocky and turned on at the same time. He let his fingers drift over the smal indentations above her bottom. “So, slave, would you like your reward now?”
She grinned, peeking at him through eyes half-closed. “You mean this isn’t it?”
Her playfulness sent al his blood south. Gracie was sexy as hel when she played. “Ah, but this is only the beginning.” Wade’s slick fingers slid between her ass cheeks and stroked up and down over her tightest opening. He needed to ensure the delicate skin was completely coated with the oil. When he slipped a single digit into her a bare inch, Wade saw Gracie bite down on her lower lip.
“Shh, pretty baby. Let me love you.” Tamping down his own needs proved harder than Wade had imagined. He needed to fil her with his cock. He wanted to own every inch of her.
“Wade, please. I can’t think straight.”