She huffed. “Now you’re this bazillionaire ball player living in a big city. I don’t know what to make of you.”
“And yet I managed to carry you away to my lair.”
“I still can’t believe you talked me into it.”
“Piper, when’s the last time you had a vacation?”
She sighed. “I don’t know.” But as she glanced around at the lovely condo done in teak woods, light colors, and modern Scandinavian design, she felt as if she’d checked into a five-star hotel. “Geez, Grant. Nothing’s out of place. Are you sure you don’t have a house cleaner?”
He sat next to her on the couch and put her on his lap. “I told you, I only have a private chef. Guess I’m not fancy enough for you, eh?” His intense gaze had her insides fluttering.
Then he kissed her, and she melted into him.
Piper could kiss him for days. She still didn’t understand how one minute she’d been laughing during Trivial Pursuit at Simon’s house, eating a wonderful pumpkin roll—Grant really could cook—and the next, boarding a private plane to Seattle.
The special treatment had been nice, though a trip to the Emerald City was easy and inexpensive enough to do from Hope’s Turn. But being with Grant made it feel like more.
He kept showing her every courtesy: opening doors for her, waiting for her to sit before he did, making sure she had whatever she wanted. Hell, the man listened to her without speaking, not cutting her off or seeming bored. Even when she’d told him all about her visit to Tacoma seven months ago to help out a friend with real estate advice, he’d seemed to hang on every word.
And now, in his arms, feeling how much he wanted her, she felt as if in a dream, where the perfect man had come in to sweep the princess off her feet.
Except she was no princess. And Grant... Heck, no one could be that perfect.
“I want you,” he whispered after pulling back. He brushed her hair behind her ear, his hands hot against her face, leaving streaks of desire wherever he touched.
“Was this all a ploy to get me in your clutches?” she asked in a low voice.
His smile made his eyes light up. “Is it working?” He kissed her again, licking through her lips and sweeping her mouth, demanding a response.
She couldn’t help the moan that left her. “Yes.”
He chuckled. “Come with me.”
He didn’t carry her this time, but he did keep his hands on her as they walked down a hallway toward a large bedroom. Grant had a thing for navy blue and white, she noticed, the king-size bed covered in a navy comforter, the bed strewn with white pillows. Clean and sparse yet inviting too.
Then she wasn’t thinking anymore, because Grant was naked and getting her naked.
When they stood together, no more clothes between them, he pulled back and stared. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen a lot of them.”
“Should I say thanks?”
He flushed. “I didn’t mean naked. I just mean... You get prettier every time I look at you.”
She had no idea what to say to that, so she mumbled, “Yeah, well, you talk too much.” She dragged him close, feeling the large erection between them, pressing against her belly.
He sighed into her mouth and drew them both down on the bed. She lost herself in his touch and scent, and his roving hands had her out of her mind with need.
Grant moved down her body, lingering over her breasts. “I love your body,” he murmured as he laved a taut peak, grinding against her.
He felt huge, his cock thick, his body strong and firm.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped as he sucked her nipple and gave it a soft bite.
“Let’s take our time,” he murmured, and all thought fled her.
Lost in the sensation of Grant’s kisses and caresses, she let herself drift in the pleasure. The first climax took her by surprise, so slow-building she was cresting before she realized it.
The ecstasy flooded her with warmth and affection, blossoming into an emotion she hadn’t thought she could feel again so soon. Then Grant was petting her, telling her how much he wanted her, his pace increasing with each press of their bodies, and her desire surged once more.
