He put his hands on her hips. “I get that, but you’re still sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Gracie pressed her lips against his neck. “The only thing hurting me is not being able to touch you.” She ran the tip of her tongue along his pulse point, smiling when he tilted his head to give her better access. “Not feeling your touch.”
“I don’t know,” he whispered, but even as he said the words, Nate’s hands began to move lower.
Reaching the shirt’s hem, his fingertips slid beneath the grey fabric. He sucked in a breath. “Jesus,” he moved his lips to hers. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
“Nope,” she smiled.
Gracie kissed him like she’d been wanting to for over a week. She knew she’d finally won the battle of the wills when his hands moved around to cover her bare cheeks. He gave them both a squeeze.
“Please, Nate,” Gracie begged shamelessly. “It’s been ages. I need you.”
“God, Gracie,” he bit her bottom lip. He shook his head, but then said, “Damn it, I need you, too.”
In less than a minute, Nate’s belt was undone and his jeans and boxers were pushed down around his ankles. Gracie smiled greedily at the way his long, full shaft stood at attention.
And it was all for her.
Straddling his lap, Gracie took the pulsating erection in her hand and positioned herself above it. With their gazes locked, she slid her body down over his.
Nate’s hips pushed upward, determined to get as close to her as was physically possible. Feeling magnificently full, Gracie lifted herself up before coming back down again.
With her hands on his shoulders, she repeated the slow torture again. And again.
Finding the perfect rhythm, their bodies began moving at a faster pace. Reaching between them, Nate’s fingers began rubbing her clit, knowing it wouldn’t take long to get her there.
“Oh, God, Nate. I’m so close.”
Beneath her, he began to thrust harder. Faster. Then, moving his fingertips in tight circles over her swollen bundle of nerves, Nate quickly pushed her over the edge.
“Nate!”
Gracie threw her hands out, grabbing the back of the couch for support. Keeping them there, she held on and rode out her orgasm in a way she knew Nate would love.
Her hips slid back and forth, the hair on his thighs rubbing against her own legs’ smooth, sensitive skin.
“Ah, fuck, yeah. Ride me, baby. Just like that.”
It only took a couple more thrusts before Nate began filling her womb with his hot seed.
Growling her name loudly, his entire body stiffened beneath hers as his climax hit with full force. She smiled smugly, loving the way he said her name like that when he came.
Letting go of the couch, Gracie took his handsome face between her hands and gave him a long, luscious kiss.
“I love you, Nathan.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
The smile he gave her made Gracie feel like the luckiest woman in the world. She was about to tell him that when his phone rang from behind her.
“Ignore it,” he whispered, staring at her intently. His fingertip gently caressed the side of her face as he brushed a few wild strands behind her ear.
Recognizing Kole’s ringtone, she sighed. “It might be work related.”
With a scowl, Nate wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from falling and reached for the phone.
Sounding superbly grumpy, he answered with, “Swear to God, if this isn’t important, I’ll—”
