Her heart dropped. Had he changed his mind?
Not wanting him to know how utterly disappointed she would be if that were true, Brynnon gave her chin a slight lift and started to say, “I-if you don’t want to—”
His lips were suddenly on hers and whatever else she was going to say became lost. Grant moved forward, gently forcing her toward the wall behind her.
With her back pressed against the smooth surface, she opened her mouth to allow him in. Their tongues danced and teased, the passionate kiss continuing for what felt like forever before he finally broke away.
Resting his forehead against hers, Grant’s hot breath joined hers as the pair worked to bring their breathing back to a more normal rate. In a shocking move, he took her free hand and placed it over his bulging zipper.
“Does that feel like I don’t want to?”
Brynnon gasped from what she felt beneath her palm. Even through the barrier his pants provided, she could tell he was hard as stone. And very, very large.
Licking her nervous lips, she shook her head and whispered, “It feels like you want me as much as I want you.” Curling her fingers around him, she tightened her grip and slowly rubbed against him.
A deep growl rolled through his chest and Brynnon couldn’t help but smile when his eyes slid closed.
“God, help me, I do want you,” he rumbled before lifting his lids again. With his eyes locked on hers he admitted, “I want you more than anything.”
Brynnon stared back at him and whispered, “Then take me.”
Moving faster than she’d imagined he could, Grant bent down and scooped her up into his arms. She yelped, the unexpected move taking her off guard.
“I can walk,” she told him as he started for the stairs.
All she got back was a grumbled, “I know.”
Enjoying this particular caveman side of him, Brynnon simply smiled and rested her head against his shoulder. She shouldn’t have been surprised at the ease with which he carried her up the staircase. The guy was the strongest, most formidable man she’d ever known.
Once inside her bedroom, Grant gently set her back onto her feet. With the moonlight shining from the window onto the bed, there was no need to turn on any lights.
She watched silently as he walked over and placed his gun on the nightstand. He removed his jacket, laying both it and his now-loosened bow tie over the arm of the small chair at the corner of her room. Brynnon half-expected him to continue undressing himself—a show she was more than happy to see—but instead he came back over to her and started to talk.
“We should probably discuss protection.” Not giving her a chance to respond, he told her, “We get tested every six months for the job. I haven’t been with anyone since before our last round. I’ve always been clean, and I’ve never gone bareback. That being said, I have a condom in my wallet for added protection...for you.”
Sharing that information wasn’t a mood-killer like it easily could’ve been. Instead, knowing this man wanted to protect her in every way made Brynnon fall for him a little more.
“I’m clean, too,” she blurted, quickly adding, “And I’m on the pill. I stayed on it to keep things regulated, but I promise it’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone. Like, over a year.”
A corner of his mouth turned into a delectable smirk. “I could tell.”
“Oh.” Fire burned inside her cheeks.
Running his knuckles along her blushing skin, he assured her, “I didn’t say that to embarrass you, Bryn. I fucking love how tight you felt around my fingers.”
Heat crawled up Brynnon’s neck, but this time it was more from arousal than embarrassment. “Well,” she smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Grant threw his head back, barking out with laughter. “Oh, Princess. You have no idea how much.” She barely had time to enjoy the rare smile before he slid his hand to the back of her neck. With his mouth almost touching hers, he whispered, “I’m going to enjoy what happens now, even more.”
“Me, too,” she nodded. Deciding to take the lead, Brynnon leaned up and kissed him. With their mouths deliciously occupied, she began to unbutton his crisp, white shirt. When she got to his waistband, Grant helped out by pulling it loose and shrugging it off his shoulders.
Tossing it onto the chair with his jacket, he stood still, giving her time to look at him the way he had her. With the soft light behind him, it was too dark to make out the details, but she finally got her first look at the tattoo that had been teasing her for days.
Covering his right shoulder, the markings ran the entire length of his arm. She never really pictured herself a tat gal, but holyhell, that was sexy.
She could tell he had a couple other tattoos on his chest, but again, it was too dark to see exactly what they were. The larger one was centered on Grant’s left peck, and there was a smaller one just over his heart.
Brynnon made a mental note to look at them all more closely later, but right now, she was too busy taking in his magnificent body. The man looked like a God, his muscles so detailed they almost didn’t look real.
