As though he wanted to give her one last chance to back out, he didn't press inside her, and as desperate and needy as she was, that just wasn't good enough. Pushing back enough to take his tip, she moaned in delight at the stretch as his rather impressive length edged inside her.
“Okay, beautiful,” Grant said with a chuckle, “I hear you loud and clear.”
This wasn't a position Ashlyn had ever tried before, and she was unprepared for the delightful sensations as the tip of Grant’s erection brushed across that magical spot inside her as he thrust into her.
His grip on her hips was almost bruising, not that she cared, and he set a relentless pace. One she was more than happy to meet, even if it did feel awkward at first, thrusting backward while on her hands and knees.
Their moans tangled together, heat flushed through her body, and when one of his hands left her hip to reach between her legs and press against her bud, she came with another scream that she was pretty sure had to have been heard by the whole floor.
Pleasure eventually faded, and her body, drowsy from two backto-back orgasms, sank down against the fluffy pillows. Grant moved with her, still buried inside her, and the weight of his body pressed lightly against hers, had her worrying she’d made a major miscalculation on her ability to be a one-night stand sort of girl.
Chapter
Two
March 23rd
7:08 A.M.
They were going to be late.
He hated to be late.
Something Grant knew he should have gotten over by now, because ever since his fifteen-year-old daughter Lindsay hit the teenage years, they’d been late to school. Two years later, he thought she’d have mastered the art of applying her makeup and choosing her outfit for school, but unfortunately, that had never happened.
Still, he could live in hope. She’d be finishing her freshman year in just a couple of months, then there were only three more years to go until his baby would be graduating high school and moving on to her next big adventure.
Where did the time go?
Seemed like just yesterday he was watching his wife carry their newborn daughter into the nursery for the first time. Now Lindsay was fifteen, his son Kevin was twelve, and it had been nine years since his wife died in childbirth along with theirsecond daughter, who he had wound up calling Lara, the same name as her mother.
Almost a decade of being a single parent had left him feeling like he’d missed out on a whole lot of living. Raising a three-year-old and six-year-old, grieving, trying to help his kids grieve, working, building a career, taking care of the kids and the house, and all the chores that needed to be done, didn't leave much time for anything else.
It didn’t leave much time for anyoneelse.
Like they did more and more these days, his thoughts drifted to the sexy redhead he’d met at a colleague’s wedding over a month ago. Ashlyn Davidson was the first woman to catch his eye since he lost his wife. The first woman to make him feel like a man again, instead of just a dad and a cop.
Both of those roles he loved, there was nothing more rewarding than raising kids, and becoming a detective was everything he’d wanted since he was in middle school.
But he was more than a dad and a cop.
He was a man, and he was only mildly embarrassed to admit that the pair of panties Ashlyn had left behind that night were sitting upstairs, hidden in his sock drawer. Over the last five weeks, he’d gotten them out more than once and gotten himself off by wrapping them around his length and using his hand.
Before Ashlyn, there had been no getting himself off. Sex had been the furthest thing from his mind while he was just struggling to survive each day and the load of work that came with it.
Was he ready to move on?
The thought came out of nowhere and was followed by a rush of guilt as he glanced over at the large family portrait that hung above the fireplace. It was the last photo he had of his wife. In it, Lara was pregnant with baby Lara, the baby bump obvious as she’d been around seven months along. Lindsay’s hair wasperfectly braided, something he’d never quite learned to do, and Kevin was grinning at the mother he barely remembered like she was the center of his world.
Which was exactly what Lara had been.
The center of all their worlds.
But she was gone now, and despite the guilt, as he looked at her bright smile, he knew that she would have wanted him to find happiness again if he could. Grant wasn't saying that Ashlyn was the woman he would wind up being happy with, but he couldn’t deny that time had dulled his loss enough that he was ready to look for love again.
A clatter on the stairs had him turning his head as his daughter finally made her way down them. Lindsay was the spitting image of her mother, and while looking at her had intensified the ache in his chest in those early days when his grief was still so raw, now he loved that his daughter was taking after her mother in every way.
“Glad you could finally grace us with your company,” he drawled.
