“Your mouth…” he whispered. “Onme.”
She opened wide as the first shot fired across her tongue, then took him deep to swallow the rest.Thick and intensely male. She pressed her forehead against his hard, flexing belly as she suckled him until he slipped out of hermouth.
He was breathing hard, and sowasshe.
Blow jobs were not supposed to make you think about dangerous romanticdreams.
And yet she stayed there, kneeling over his body, head pressed against his abdomen, because she couldn’t lift up and lookathim.
She couldnotlet him see her face right now. He’d already shown her that he saw waytoomuch.
Grady being insightful was not something she’d have ever guessed. Funny, yes. Hot, undoubtedly. All-seeing? Not achance.
His hand landed gently on the back of her head, then he stroked her hair softly. “Hey,” he murmured. “Comehere.”
She smiled against her will andtook a deep breath. She gave his taut lower belly a final,gentlekiss.
