Pumping his fingers at a more rapid pace, Grant slid his thumb up to her distended clit. Brynnon cried out even louder than before, that first touch nearly shooting her off the edge of the seat.
He rubbed her again, the sensitive bundle of nerves so swollen and hot, just begging for attention. Grant knew from both the way it was peeking out and her heavy breathing, it would only take a few more swipes to send her flying.
Keeping his rhythm, he thrust his fingers in and out of her trembling pussy while continuing to gently press against her clit. Soon, he began moving the pad of his thumb in small, tight circles. The combination was explosive.
A rush of blazing moisture drenched his fingers. Brynnon’s entire lower body thrust against his hand as her mouth formed a silent “O”. A low, keening sound traveled from somewhere deep inside her.
Grant couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Determined to draw out every ounce of her explosive climax, he continued fucking her with his fingers. After a few more seconds, he regrettably pulled himself free of her body, the muscles there slowly starting to relax.
Brynnon opened her eyes, her satiated stare one he wanted to commit to memory.
Holding her heavy gaze, Grant lifted the same fingers that had just been inside her to his mouth. With her still watching, he slid them between his lips and savored her sweet and salty essence.
A primal groan rumbled through his chest. Holyfuck, he couldn’t wait to actually get his mouth on her. To lick and suck every drop of her next orgasm while she came against his mouth.
“That...was...” Brynnon worked to catch her breath.
“Fuck, yeah, it was,” Grant agreed to her unspoken thought. Leaning over her, he pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her slowly while he carefully tied the satin halter back into place. Pulling away enough to see her face, he lifted one corner of his mouth. “And we’re just getting started.”
****
Like a good girl, Brynnonwaited just inside her front door while Grant and Coop cleared the property. Coop took the building’s perimeter while Grant rushed to make his way through each room in her condo.
With her clutch and the trophy in one hand, she raised the quivering fingers of her other to her lips. She still couldn’t believe what they’d just done.
Brynnon wasn’t a virgin by any means, but she’d never had an orgasm like the one her sexy bodyguard had just given her. Her legs were still shaky from the glorious eruption.
Never before had her body responded to a man’s touch the way it had with his. The man’s fingers had played her body as though she were a finely tuned instrument and Grant was the owner.
He does own you.
She shook her head, reminding herself to be careful. Just because he’d thrown all his rules and policies out the window for sex didn’t mean he planned to stick around once the job was done.
God, I hope he does.
Movement from the top of the stairs caught her eye, and Brynnon watched as Grant made his way back down to her. With his gun held loosely by his side, the tuxedo-wearing protector reminded her of an incredibly sexy James Bond.
He’d buttoned his jacket and ran his hand over the top of his head before getting out of the limo to keep Coop from knowing what they’d been doing behind the partition. Brynnon had done her best to tidy herself up, too, but she knew they weren’t fooling anyone.
Though the other R.I.S.C. operative hadn’t commented, the look Coop had given them booth when they stepped out of the car told Brynnon he suspected they’d shared more than just polite conversation. She should probably be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. And from the way Grant was looking at her now, neither was he.
“We’re clear.” He came to a stop just in front of her.
Brynnon nodded. “Good.”
“Coop called while I was upstairs. The outside is clear, so he’s heading back to your dad’s place.”
They were finally alone. “Okay.”
Shit.Why was she suddenly so nervous? The man had literally just had his fingers inside her.
Inner muscles clenched from the recent memory, and her gaze inadvertently fell to his hands. She watched as he tucked the gun into his back waistband, her heart beating faster as she began to wonder if he’d changed his mind.
“Look at me.”
The low order brought her eyes back up to his. Closing the distance between them, Grant rested a palm against one side of her face. “We don’t have to do this.”
