Lord almighty, they had supernatural powers.
“God, that feels good.” She closed her eyes, then gasped when his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts.
Okay. That’s it. Time to get naked and nasty, she thought hungrily. But when she tried to roll over, he stopped her with an oil-slicked hand on her flank.
“I’m not finished.” Was it desire that deepened his voice? “I’d like to finish, Grace. I’d like to massage every inch of you.”
A rush of red-hot lust set her sex on fire.
Her voice was husky when she told him, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand it. The thought of you rubbing me from tip to tail…” She trailed off at the erotic images that flipped through her heated head. “Oh man, if I say yes will youpleasepay particular attention to my tips and my tail?” she finally finished, gratified by the sound of his chuckle.
“Do you always say exactly what you’re thinking?”
“My daddy says we Beachams are blunt instruments. Frankness to the point of artlessness runs in the family.”
“Let’s not talk about your father right now.”
She laughed. “Good idea.”
“Want to hear an even better one?” There was a heavy note of suggestion in his voice.
She pressed up on one elbow so she could look at him over her shoulder. Passion had darkened his hazel eyes and set a muscle in his square jaw ticking.
He was sex. Personified. And he was hers.
For now,she reminded herself.
Since she wasn’t sure her voice would work, she nodded.
“I think you should let me take off your clothes. This will work better if I’m not fighting fabric.”
He must’ve caught the flicker of hesitation in her eyes because he lowered his chin again. Did he do it on purpose? Because he knew how sexy it was to stare out at her from beneath his eyelashes?
“Now, I know by the way you pull at your shirts and hide yourself away in those straitlaced suits that you might be shy about showing me your body,” he said softly.
“Damn your uncanny observational skills,” she teased, hoping to disguise how close to the mark his words were. Like, bull’s-eye. A direct hit.
He went on as if she hadn’t spoken, “But remember I’ve seen you in that cocktail dress. And I’ve seen you in those borrowed jeans. And let me assure you, Grace Beacham, you are thesexiestwoman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” As if he felt he needed to prove his point, he grabbed his dick through his boxer briefs. “Anytime I’m within ten feet of you I’m hard as a fucking rock.”
He dropped his hand and leaned forward to catch her mouth with his own. It was a quick kiss. A soft, reassuring kiss. “Let me see you, Grace. Let me see all of you.” His words were hot against her lips. “Let me touch you and learn every inch of you with my hands so that when I’m using them to do other things, I’ll wish they were still on you.”
Lord have mercy!
“Oh,” he added with a little smirk, “and I promise to spend a considerable amount of time on your tips and your tail.”
19
Once Grace nodded her consent, Hunter wasn’t slow about pulling the T-shirt over her head.
Even though everything in him wanted to flip her onto her back so he could see the glory of her beautiful breasts—were her nipples dark or light? Small or large?—he satisfied himself with drinking in the sight of the pale skin that covered her pretty back. Contented himself with letting his eyes map the sexy way her rib cage dipped in at her waist. Was beyond charmed to note the two little divots at the top of her butt that he promised himself he’d spend long minutes exploring with his lips and tongue.
He was more circumspect when it came to removing the boxer briefs. Those he took down leisurely, loving every inch of skin that was revealed. Enjoying the way the plump hemispheres of her ass bounced softly when the waistband slipped over them. Savoring the sight of the tops of her luscious thighs and knowing he’d put his face between them soon.
Her hands were stacked flat under her cheek. And her eyes were closed. But he didn’t need to see her expression to know she was as turned on by her…unwrapping…as he was. Goose bumps peppered her flesh. A soft blush stained her pretty profile. And there was a dreamy smile curving her mouth.
Take your time, Hunter,he coached himself even as he slipped the boxer briefs free of her delicately arched feet and tossed them to the floor.Even though she said slow is for sloths and glaciers—and truly, could the womanbeany more adorable?—take things easy anyway. You’ll want to remember every part of this.
Because there would come a time, probably in the not-too-distant future, when memories would be all he had.
