As always, she’d been right. Of course, it didn’t hurt to have such a willing partner.
Once she finally got over the shock that he actually knew what the hell he was doing, the entrancing woman had handed him the reigns. After that, dancing with Brynnon had become effortless.
It was almost as if she’d finally given herself to him, and he to her. Though he’d slept with his fair share of women throughout the years, he’d never had a more intimate connection than in those few, stolen moments with her.
It was all he could do not to throw her over his shoulder and haul her off to the nearest, private room where he could finally do the things that, up until this moment, he’d only dreamed of. Grant had spent the entire dance with his dick hard and throbbing ready to burst through his rented suit at any second.
It hadn’t cared that he’d already gotten himself off that morning or that they were in the middle of a fucking crowd. The greedy thing only wanted one thing: to find the pleasure it knew this woman would give.
You’re alone, now.
His cock twitched. Though Grant was dying for release, he’d be damned if their first time would be in the back seat of a limo with Coop on the other side of that thin, glass divider. He could, however, give her a little preview.
Before getting into the car, Coop had assured him the ride to Brynnon’s condo would take at least forty-five minutes, thanks to their forced detour. They’d only been on the road for five.
Plenty of time to give her the first of many orgasms.
With his tongue still dominating hers, Grant released her hand to cup one of her satin-covered breasts. He swallowed Brynnon’s throaty moan, the erotic sound provoking.
Sliding the same hand to the back of her neck, he tugged on the bow. A dull thud reached his ears as the slick material loosened with ease, and he knew she’d just dropped the forgotten trophy onto the carpeted floor.
Grant continued to feast on the sweetness of her mouth, nibbling her bottom lip while he pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her bare breasts. The need to finally see them tore him away, his eyes lowering to take in the glorious sight.
Allowing him to take his fill, Brynnon sat still. A guy on his SEAL team had a saying...“Tits are tits, doesn’t matter who they belong to.”Looking at the perfection before him, Grant knew the jackass had never been more wrong.
“Beautiful,” he whispered more to himself than her.
They were the perfect size, just big enough to fill his large hands, and the dusty rose nipples were exactly how he’d imagined. Standing at attention, the erect nubs told Grant she was every bit as aroused as he was.
The continued rise and fall of her chest was too great a temptation, so he bent down and took one of her hard-as-fuck nipples between his lips. Brynnon moaned again, her back instinctively arching as she searched for more. Something he was more than happy to give.
Sucking more of her breast into the wet heat of his mouth, Grant used his tongue to pleasure and tease, while gently kneading the other side. Delicate fingers combed through his hair as Brynnon grabbed ahold of his head, spurring him on.
After giving the other breast the same attention, Grant began leaving a trail of wet kisses up along her neck. When Brynnon tilted her head to the side, he took full advantage, gently nibbling the sensitive pulse point where her neck and shoulder met.
On a gasp, she released his hair and began slowly lowering her hand toward his belt. More than anything, he wanted her to touch him there. To feel himself between her fist as she pumped him again and again, until he exploded.
But Grant knew all it would take was that first brush of her hand on his swollen shaft and he’d have his pants down and be buried balls-deep inside her within seconds. That wasnothow their first time was going to go.
Determined to make tonight as good for her as he possibly could, Grant covered her hand with his.
“Grant,” she whispered his name as a frustrated plea.
He kissed her jawline. “Touch me now, this is over before we even get started. And I plan on taking my time with you.”
Her body shivered.Trust me, sweetheart. I know the feeling.
“Please,” Brynnon begged. “I need you.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He kissed the edge of her delicate chin. “I know exactly what you need.”
Taking even more control, Grant began devouring her mouth as he reached for her leg. Slipping his hand between the open slit in her dress, he slid his fingers up along her bare thigh.
He thanked God when Brynnon sat back in her seat more fully and opened her legs to give him better access. Wanting to get her off at least once before they reached her place, Grant wasted no time.
With the slit’s height and her relaxed position, he easily made his way up to the apex of her thighs. He could feel her heat before he even made contact, and just knowing she was burning alive for him was enough to nearly set him off.
As their tongues continued their erotic dance, Grant slipped his fingers beneath the lacey edge of her barely-there panties. That first touch was nothing short of explosive.
