He watched himself enter her from behind, shoving inside in one swift push through her wet heat.
She groaned and arched up, closing her eyes.
“No, Piper. Watch me take you.” He locked eyes with her in the mirror, the most intimate of poses, both of them open and aware of each other while he thrust in and out of her.
“Harder,” she whispered, her lips slick and parted.
“Yeah, oh fuck.” He kept moving, wanting her with him. “Touch yourself. I want you to come with me.”
She moaned and started playing with her clit, her body reacting by tightening around him.
“I’m close,” he warned, his balls tight, more than ready to flood her.
“Me too,” she admitted. “Grant, I’m coming.”
He shoved hard once more and groaned as he poured into her, thrilled when she stiffened and gasped, coming with him.
They stayed like that, joined, together, for a few more heart-stopping moments, and he hugged her to him as he shifted, giving her everything inside him.
“Grant, wow.”
He kissed her neck, her cheek, and nuzzled her throat. “You feel so good, baby. Every time.”
“Baby, huh? Forget my name, did you?” she said, catching her breath.
He chuckled. “Piper Jane Mason, I have never, not once, forgotten anything about you.”
“Oh.” She clutched his arms holding her tight. “Aren’t you a charmer?”
“I am. And I’m still buried inside you.” He groaned. “You have no idea how good you feel. I came really hard.” He paused. “Left a lot inside you.” He snickered. “How the heck are we going to get back to the car in one piece without making a huge mess?”
“Grant.”
He laughed. “Relax. Hold on.” He managed to grab a hanky out of his back pocket, having come prepared for such a need. After carefully, regretfully, withdrawing from her fine body, he used the hanky to clean her up. “Let me,” he said when she tried to take over. “I made the mess, so I should clean you up.”
She stood there, staring down at him. So that when he glanced up, he saw a confusion, and a softening, in her gaze. “You’re a naughty boy, Grant Weston.”
“I really am. But that? What we just did? That was nothing. Wait until I break out the big guns, Piper. After all, what are the holidays for if not celebrating?”
Chapter 12
What the heck was I thinking? Piper asked herself for the dozenth time as they made their way to a house she thought Grant might like.
He seemed super satisfied, sneaking glances at her with a smug smile. She would have socked him one if she hadn’t felt as gratified, totally replete after such a wicked encounter in a seller’s house. She’d never done anything like that, and she had loved every second of it.
Grant had an amazing body. Even better, he knew what to do with it.
“Are you going to keep shooting me sexy looks?” she asked.
“Yup.”
She hid a grin. “Pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
“Piper, the only thing that would make me happier right now would be a bottle of ice cold Coke and a nap.”
“Sweet talker.”
“Hey, you asked. I’m a guy. My must-haves are sex with a gorgeous woman and a Coke. A nap is just a bonus.”
