The way he says the nickname, as if I’m some force of nature he’s watching with awe, is almost enough to make me come undone right here and now. I’m so close, but then his tongue and mouth pick right back up where they left off, and it feels so good that I don’t want it to end.
I buck against his mouth, shamelessly rubbing myself against him. That’s exactly what he seems to want, though, and he pulls me in closer to lick and suck even harder.
My hips are rocking in a steady rhythm now, and there’s nothing self-conscious or unsure about the way I’m riding his face and chasing the release I need so badly.
“I’m so close,” I moan, gripping the headboard for dear life as he thrusts his tongue inside me and then pulls it back out again.
“Good. Let go and come for me. Come for me right now.”
The noise that comes from my throat isn’t even close to being human. It’s a low, guttural, almost feral sound. But it’s a surrender too. I’m not fighting anymore. I’m not trying to control myself. This is the sound of me giving in, letting myself go, and letting the pleasure roll over me like a tidal wave.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m shaking as I chant the words, and my vision is starting to blur.
But Grant keeps going. He keeps me feeling nothing but pleasure as he pushes me to another orgasm immediately after the first one.
“My sexy little Hurricane,” he says, grinning up at me as he licks his lips. “I want to make you come like that every day.”
It sounds like the most wonderfully exhausting thing I’ve ever heard, but I don’t have time to answer him before my world flips on its head again.
“Grant, what?—”
That’s all I get out before I’m on my back with a whoosh of breath as he positions himself over me.
“Sorry, but you didn’t seem to have much strength left,” he says, looking and sounding anything but sorry.
He leans in close to kiss me, slow and tender but just as deep as before, and I can’t stop my cheeks from flushing with heat when I taste myself on his tongue.
“You know how to make a girl feel special,” I say, surprising myself with how breathless I sound.
“I know you.” His eyes search mine. “And how special you are. But we’re not finished yet.”
My brain can’t imagine another mind-shattering orgasm like the two he’s just given me, but my core is already flooding with wet heat, ready for round two. Or three. Or whatever round we’re officially on right now.
“We’re not?” I nibble at my bottom lip, more and more on board with wherever he wants to take me.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Nope. Not by a long shot.”
Chapter 26
Grant
I’ve never felt this kind of hunger before. This single-minded, primal need that’s so strong it’s almost feral.
My life used to revolve around hockey, around schedules and routines and pushing myself to beat my own personal records. Now, at least in this moment, that’s all taken a back seat to her.
To Heather.
I’ve wanted her for what feels like a lifetime but has only been a few short weeks. And now I have her. In my house, in bed, lying naked underneath me.
Fuck, I’m still high from the taste of her, but there’s still so much I want to do.
I look down into her eyes, which are still glazed with that post-orgasmic haze, and the thought thatIdid that to her makes me want her even more.
She sucks in a sharp breath as if she’s snapping back from an out-of-body experience, and she reaches down between her legs to touch that swollen, dripping pussy.
All mine.
The possessive urge is so unexpectedly strong that it takes me by surprise, and I gently bat her hand away so I can replace it with my own.
