“Under the pillow,” she gasped.
“Genius woman.” A quick rip of a packet later he was sheathing himself and then he was right there again, notching into her.
She moaned his name as she arched toward him, and he braced his arms around her.
“Grace,” he whispered, his voice shaking.
She cried out again as his first thrust stretched her to the aching point. Stretching her arms above her head, she fisted the pillow in one hand and scrabbled at the solid headboard with the other. Frank tipped her hips up with one wide hand curled under her bottom and found her wiggling fingers with the other hand. She curled her legs up high on his side as they surged together like that, hands clasped, and bodies entwined.
She’d fantasized about him on top of her all day. The reality was so much better. She couldn’t keep her mouth off his skin, kissing his mouth and his neck and his chest. She desperately wanted to take a bite out of the bulging muscle where his neck met his shoulder.
The whole time he kept moving inside her, relentlessly building that unbelievable feeling that she just might explode from desire. “So good,” she panted, and he lifted his head.
“Tell me what you want.” The room was nothing but shadows, but her eyes had adjusted, and she could see the intensity on his face. Even if there had been any doubt, she could hear it in his voice.
“This, I just want this.” She tightened her legs. “You inside me.”
His face twisted, desperate need warring with astonishment, and then he groaned. Deep, feral, perfect. She would remember that sound for the rest of her life and hold it like a secret treasure.
“Frank.” She said his name on a long breath, then again and again, chanting it as he tilted his hips, finding her clit between their bodies.
“Come with me,” he said, his voice tight as his body shook over her, and she ran her hand over her belly, down to where they were joined. The hot, wet spot where he filled her, and then she closed her eyes, tipped her head back and pushed herself over the edge as he exploded inside her.
