“Jesus,” Grant panted. “Come on, baby.” He slammed into her. “That’s it.” Another thrust. “Come for me.”
“Grant!”
“Ah, fuck!”
Every muscle in their bodies tensed, their climaxes hitting simultaneously. Tiny, white stars flashed behind Brynnon's closed eyes, and she held on tight while Grant finished his ride. Pulling every ounce of pleasure from them both, his movements eventually slowed. Their bodies becoming relaxed.
Brynnon lay there, more satisfied than ever before, while Grant gently released himself and went to take care of the condom. She was still floating when he made his return.
Without a word, Grant lifted her from the mattress, pulled down the covers, and tucked her in. Like before, he crawled in beside her, pulling her body flush with his.
Rough hair tickled her bottom as he leaned over and pressed his lips to her temple. “Goodnight, Princess.”
Brynnon’s whispered, “Goodnight,” was the last thing she remembered before falling into a deep sleep.
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Chapter 16
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Grant woke to a soft, barely-there touch. Lying on his stomach, he kept his eyes closed and forced himself not to smile. If he did, if Brynnon knew he was awake, she might stop.
Doing his best to control his breathing, Grant remained perfectly still while she continued tracing the tattoo on his back with her fingertip. The large, feathered wing covered the upper right portion of his back and shoulder, flowing seamlessly into the full sleeve encasing his entire right arm before stopping at the wrist.
He knew she’d ask about it the second he woke. Surprisingly, he didn’t find the idea of sharing more of himself with her as scary as before. Probably had something to do with the mind-blowing sex they’d had.
Christ, he’d never felt anything like her before. Sure, he’d had his share of women, and always left satisfied, but what he’d felt last night with Brynnon? It was fucking indescribable.
The sex, itself was hands-down the best he’d ever experienced. But it had been more than just sex. Much more.
When Grant slid inside her welcoming body, it felt as if he’d finally found the one place he belonged. Not only was their physical connection stronger than he could’ve imagined, the emotions he felt both during and after were unlike anything he’d ever known.
One night, and he was already questioning his ability to walk away once this job was over.
Brynnon’s fingertip hit a particularly sensitive spot causing Grant to move away on reflex.
