“I wouldn’t have minded. Wasn’t it lonely in there?”
“It was.”
“And now?”
An animalistic rumble rolls off him. “I regret letting you sleep an extra five minutes.”
I’m having a conversation with his groin. How does he expect me to continue answering questions when he’s standing so close, and at attention. “Uh, w-what was that?”
His body shakes with laughter. He tips up my chin with a gentle touch. My naughty gaze makes a lazy stroll up his torso and pecs, over the strong column of his neck, and eventually settling on the smoldering embers in his eyes. I gulp at the unfiltered lust brimming in those green depths.
Grady trails a finger along my scalding face. “If looks could speak, yours would be screaming my name.”
I nod to his touch. No point opposing the obvious.
He links our fingers together. “Should we test my theory?”
I unhinge my jaw with a wordless pop. Can this really be so simple?
He kneels in front of me, the rough skin of his palms settling on my restless feet. My eyes nearly cross from that small amount of contact. His hands brush across my ankles and skim up my calves. The speed is a slow torture toward a distant edge. He reaches my knees with no sign of stopping. Smokey flames stoke higher with each passing inch.
His gritty tone strikes another match. “When I was a lost little boy, I wanted to hold your hand. As a punk ass kid, I relied on your kindness to survive the cruelty. As a horny teen, I craved the curve of your body against mine. Now I’m a man, and I want every single thing you’re willing to give.”
The hints of romantic sentiment get whisked away in a foggy haze. I’m wanton, needy and begging and unashamed. “P-please take me. You can have it all. I’m yours,” I murmur.
He kisses the ticklish skin of my inner thigh. “Love hearing that, Sutt. You make me so fucking hard.”
“Do something about it,” I wheeze.
“Patience.” His husky reprimand has the opposite effect. I scoot forward and his grip tightens. “Lay back and relax.”
An unintelligible garble escapes me. I lower onto my elbows, keeping him in a direct line of sight. He’s barely breached intimate territory and I’m already breathless.
His finger traces under the lacy edge of my panties. “These are pretty. But they’d look better in tatters on the floor.”
My lungs threaten to seize from the lack of oxygen. How do I respond while losing ground with reality? I must be dreaming.
Grady isn’t deterred by my silence. A satisfied smirk perches on his lips. He snaps the elastic on my ass and I buck up at the sting. His hoarse chuckle gives me goosebumps.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs into my covered core. His breath is a furnace, blasting me with raw heat. The most private part of me is too empty, clenching at the prospect of what’s to come. Only a thin layer of satin separates me from him.
I shift as he drags the silky fabric off my hips. Chilled air greets my exposed center, eliciting a hiss from me. He bunches the flimsy material in a fist and brings it to his nose. His inhale is loud and deep.
A squeak breaks out of me. Shit, that’s so filthy. And I love it. Would begging him to repeat the process be weird? Do I actually care? I open my mouth with the plea. Grady’s hungry growl stops me.
Erotic promises brighten his features. “Spread your legs for me, beautiful.”
My limbs obey his command before I can process the words. He stares at my bare slit as if a priceless treasure has been revealed. My blood sizzles with what I can only describe as unadulterated need. The sheer wonder reflecting in his gaze has me wheezing. His eyes continue feasting on me while his thumbs part my folds wider. I want more of him, desperately so, but this visual foreplay is striking plenty of buttons.
Grady doesn’t leave me hanging much longer.
His head dips between my stretched thighs. I attempt to get a grip on his slick hair, my nails sliding through the wet strands. That first teasing lick triggers a domino of sensations, igniting sparklers in my center and fanning out. A booming beat crashes against my ribs. I collapse flat onto the mattress with a long moan.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
His hum of approval vibrates through my core. Shockwaves zip straight to my curled toes. That earns him a drawn out, high-pitched whine. I watch through bleary eyes as Grady slowly swipes up my seam, bottom to top. The sound is indecent, a man savoring a favorite treat. My responding gasp encourages him to bury his face deeper. His tender strokes morph into lashing twists that has my head spinning. He zeroes in on my clit, hitting his target with masterful precision. With each loop of his tongue, I leap closer to sweet release. The promise of a climax to end all orgasms is just beyond my fingertips.
Grady grips my hips and drags me into him. My ass hangs off the bed until he changes angles. The back of my knees find purchase on his shoulders and he tilts me up. In this position, he opens me further for the taking. His tongue is a wicked spiral set on my detonation. Grady can show a tornado a thing or two with these skills. An intense increase of suction skyrockets me into the stratosphere. My thoughts fray into a tangle of nonsense.
