Just lace.
“Jesus,” I breathe. “You’re trying to kill me.”
She blushes. I can feel her trembling.
I hook a finger under her panties and tug gently. “These are coming off.”
She nods, eyes huge and dark with heat.
I drop to my knees, right there in the middle of the room. Her breath hitches as I push her dress up around her hips. She grabs the straps, holding the dress bunched at her waist. Her thighs shake slightly as I nudge them apart. I hook my thumbs into her panties and drag them down slowly. She steps out of them, and I swear I nearly lose control.
“Rowan,” I murmur, looking up at her from my knees. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She swallows hard. “Grant…”
I wrap one arm around her thigh and pull her closer, lowering my mouth to her pussy before she can protest.
She gasps, loud and sharp, the second my tongue touches her.
I lick her slowly at first, savoring her taste, sliding my tongue through her folds, circling her clit until her knees nearly buckle. She braces her hands against the wall and moans softly, hips rocking toward my mouth.
I grip her thighs tighter and devour her.
Long strokes. Slow circles. Soft suction that makes her hips jump. I flick my tongue over her clit again and again, then slide lower and push my tongue inside her, groaning at how wet she already is.
“Grant—oh, my god—” she gasps, hands shaking against the wall.
I grip her ass and pull her closer, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue until she’s panting. Her thighs squeeze around my head, trembling harder by the second.
She’s close. I can feel it. Her breath catches. Her hips jerk, fingers digging into the wall.
“Grant—I’m?—”
“Come for me,” I growl against her, sucking her clit into my mouth.
She falls apart.
Her whole body tightens. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her back arches off the wall. She comes with a choked cry, shaking so hard that I have to hold her up.
I keep licking her through it, softer now, slow circles to ease her down gently. By the time I stand, she’s boneless in my arms.
“Bed,” I rasp, lifting her again. “Now.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her to the mattress. I lay her down gently, then strip off my shirt with one hard pull.
Her breath catches when she sees me. The scars. The muscle. The hunger I’m not bothering to hide.
“Grant…” she whispers, reaching toward me.
I climb over her slowly, settling between her thighs.
“You taste like heaven,” I murmur. “And I’m not done with you.”
Her breath trembles as I kiss her again—deep, slow, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moans into my mouth, hips lifting toward me. Her hands slide down my stomach, then lower, brushing against the front of my pants.
I hiss as her fingers stroke my hardness through the fabric.
