I climbed off the bed and went to him. His whole body was still tensed. This was something he was nervous about. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
The scarred skin was rough under my hands. Well healed. These were old. “What happened?”
Grant turned to me, and suddenly it felt like we were almost too close, his dark eyes locked on mine. There wasn’t anger there. Just sadness. “IED. Roadside bomb. Lots of shrapnel. And years of physical therapy.”
“I had no idea.”
A flicker of a smile. “I try very hard to make sure that no one knows, even on days when the pain is bad.”
“You’re in pain?”
“Not right now. But there’s a piece of shrapnel pushing on the base of my spine. Some days it’s bad. Tonight, though…” He leaned down and brushed his mouth over mine. “Tonight is nothing but pleasure.”
As he pulled me into the kiss, I decided right then that nothing was as decadent as being skin to skin with him. Grant explored with his hands, and I did the same. Every ridge of muscle and healed scar. I didn’t care—I just wanted to feel all of him.
“Mmm,” I moaned into his mouth when his hands reached my ass.
He chuckled. “I could get used to hearing that sound.”
“Keep touching me like this, and you’ll get your wish.”
“Oh, I plan to. Maybe all night.”
I managed to keep my instinctual shock off my face. Mostly. Or maybe I didn’t, because Grant’s eyes narrowed, and he searched my face. “Why does that surprise you?”
I blushed pink. “Sex…usually doesn’t even take this long.”
One eyebrow slowly rose. “I’m not bringing anyone else into this bedroom with us, but later I would like to make it clear how I feel about that.”
“I think you’re already making it clear,” I said, pressing myself harder into his body. He was hard—it was impossible not to feel it through his tuxedo trousers.
“Still with me?” he asked, voice lower. Raw and hungry.
“I’m with you.”
When he bent to kiss my shoulder, the touch lit me up like a firework, the sensation racing south to wake up my nerves all over again. Make me wet all over again. “I tried not to think of you,” he said quietly, moving his mouth over my collarbone to my neck. “Because you weren’t mine. But there were times I couldn’t help myself.”
A shudder went through me, followed by heat. I probably shouldn’t find that as hot as I did, but right now, I didn’t care about anything other than the fact that I was in his fantasies. Just like he’d been in mine. “What did you think about?”
“It would take more time to tell you that than I’ll be able to hold myself back,” he said. “Everything. I thought of everything.”
“Like…that?” I inclined my head toward the bed.
“Yes.” No joking smile or anything to reduce the intensity of that statement. “I imagined tasting you just as much as I imagined you on your knees. And you underneath me. Everything, Cori.”
On your knees.
I suddenly wanted that. To give him exactly what he’d just given me. “Like this?” I sank to the floor, and his eyes followed.
Grant didn’t protest or tell me that I didn’t have to. His eyes merely darkened, and he took all of me in. “Yes. Exactly like that. Stay there.”
He turned away, and I was glad. If he hadn’t looked away, he would have seen the way that command brought everything in my body to attention. I knew deep down that even if I asked Grant for the same things, he wouldn’t react as Joel had. But I still wasn’t ready. In case he said no.
There were no more thoughts of that, because Grant was now naked, and I was treated to the sight of one of the most perfect asses in existence. I would never have said that I was an ass woman until exactly that second, but his ass was the kind of ass that could get framed on a wall in black-and-white and be called art.
And that was before he turned around.
Wow.
He laughed. I’d said that out loud without realizing it. “But seriously, wow.”
Every inch of him was hard, and from the perfect view I had right now, there were quite a few inches. I’d never been with anyone that big, and I’d definitely never attempted to fit something that large in my mouth.
But I was certainly going to try.
I wrapped my lips around the tip of him, taking him deep and fast, overwhelmed by the rich taste of his skin before he wove his fingers through my hair and gently pulled me back. “Slowly.”
He guided me and drew my mouth to the base of his shaft. “Start here.”
There was no power in the grip he had on me—not yet, at least. Just the knowledge that the strength was there and dormant was enough to send another rush of need spiraling through me. My nipples hardened into peaks, and I was wet enough to be considered my own river.
I obeyed. Slowly, I kissed the lines on his hips that pointed like arrows to the hard length of him. Dragged my lips up his shaft and flicking out with my tongue before finally reaching the tip again. This time when I sealed my mouth over him, Grant’s groan was enough to make me shiver.
That sound was so full of lust and power, I was shifting, pressing my legs together at the same time. Now, his fingers tightened in my hair, and he absolutely controlled the speed I took him. I loved that.
“I imagined this,” he said, guiding me deeper. “Watching you wrap your lips around my cock and seeing them stretch around my shaft. Leaving lipstick marks on my skin. Helping you take me as far as you possibly can down your throat.”
Grant’s words stuck me right in the chest, and the sound I made, muffled by him, only made his fingers tighten.
He pulled me back and helped me stand, but his hand was still in my hair, angling my face gently. “Cori Jackson likes dirty talk,” he said with a smile. “Good to know.”
“We weren’t finished.”
Lifting me off my feet as if I weighed nothing, he placed his lips at my ear. “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, but I want to be inside you more.”
I could stay like this and be happy just in his arms if I didn’t suspect that what was coming would be that much better.
We tumbled onto the bed together, and I laughed. I liked this. The seriousness and the playfulness together. Grant kissed me, stilling me underneath him. How did this feel so natural? So easy? Even with Joel—whom I’d known for years—it had felt weird and strange the first few times.
Then again, given who he was, maybe that was just my mind telling me to run the hell away and me steadfastly ignoring it.
“What’s your favorite?”
“Favorite what?” I was distracted by the way his hand was tracing over my hip.
Grant dipped his head and covered one nipple with his lips. Teeth grazed my skin, and I arched into him, chills running all the way down my skin. He barely let go of me to speak. “Position.”
“Favorite position,” I repeated, gasping as he moved to my other breast and swirled his tongue around that taut peak as well. “I’m boring,” I managed. “Missionary for me. Or, at least, that’s what I’m used to.”
“Mmm.” Grant lifted his head with a grin. “Believe me, missionary doesn’t have to be boring, fast, or without thrill.”
That was exactly what it had been with Joel.
Grant drew a line along my collarbone with his lips. “I love missionary position.” My pulse sped up as he raised his head to look at me. He was over me like a predator—a mountain lion stalking very willing prey. I was in his sights, and I desperately wanted him to catch me. “Want to know why?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Because I get to watch.” He reached between us, stroking his shaft slowly. Intentionally. “I get to look down and see the way your body is taking mine. How we’re both slick with pleasure. Then I get to see your face when that pleasure overtakes you completely.”
That definitely sounded like the missionary I wanted.
Arousal was a cloud in my mind. So thick and hazy that I felt high. Was that possible? Could you be high on another person like this? I wasn’t sure. But if it was possible, then that’s what was happening right now.
“Condoms?” he asked.
“Drawer.”
It was on in seconds, and then he was looking me in the eyes. “Still with me?”
“Yes. Please.”
The first touch of his cock was like an electric shock to my system. Something that I’d been waiting for but didn’t know that I’d been waiting for. One slow, hard slide into me. Deep and deeper.
Grant was bigger than anyone I’d been with, every inch of me feeling the difference in that friction. The way he filled me then held himself there. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You feel fucking incredible.”
“Like you imagined?”
“This is not even close to what I imagined, Cori. I’m going to embarrass myself and not last.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips. “I don’t care. I just want you.”
“You have me.”
We moved together, pleasure bursting outward. I wasn’t going to last either. Already, my orgasm was gathering. Deepening in that intangible, out-of-reach place where it distilled until it exploded like a firework.
Grant angled his hips, moving in circles until the next thrust made me cry out. Again. Sparks of pleasure and bliss every time he slammed into that spot. “Oh my God.”
“That’s right,” he said in my ear. “You’re going to come again for me.”
He rolled his hips with his next thrust, the movement grinding down on my clit and making it completely impossible to hold anything back.
“When I’m done with you, you’re not going to remember your name. The only name you’re going to remember is mine, and the fact that you love being filled up with my cock.”
I shuddered at his words. He was choosing them on purpose because he saw what they did to me and the fact that I got wetter when he said them, letting him slam into me even harder.
“Look,” he said, the word a low command. “Look at how I’m fucking you.”