Dark need had his cock pounding and Zee pushed closer, trapping his stiff length between their bodies.
“God, Grant. You’re big.”
Fuck. The last thing he ever expected to hear her say, but if he was going to die tonight, those would be the last words swirling through his mind.
Hand splayed on her lower back, he brought her even closer. Her sharp gasp stole his mind, and he went for her throat, pressing hot kisses up and down the sumptuous column and sucking lightly on her adorable earlobe.
She dug her fingers into his bare shoulders. “Oh god! Your mouth…feels…so…good!”
He realized that the last man to touch her was probably Matt, and Church hadn’t had any women in just as long.
She rocked in his lap. When he lifted his head, her eyes were hooded with want, her lips swollen from his kisses.
He flipped her onto her back, and she issued a burst of laughter that sounded like music from an angel. Cock pounding, he forced himself to slow, to give her what she was due.
Lying on her back, staring up at him with the look of a woman who wanted to be loved well and hard and often, she opened her arms to him. “Come here.”
He couldn’t resist if he tried.
He lowered himself over her, bracing his weight on one arm and slipping the other beneath her to pull her against him.
She arched upward, mouth wild on his, hands exploring his shoulders, back, ass.
They shared a groan. The feel of her under his palms, the way she leaned into him, the sexy sounds she made—
It unraveled him.
He caught the hem of her nightgown and tugged it upward. She let out another sound—part hiss, part moan—and shifted her body to allow him to pull it up and off.
Fuck.
The sight of her beautiful body kissed by moonlight made his heart flex. She was too thin, that wasn’t a question, but the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist and flare of her hips stole the last of his breath.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped.
She cupped his jaw, searching his eyes. “Show me.”
No words could have held such power over him as those two. His eyes drifted shut and when he opened them again, he held her gaze prisoner and did exactly that.
He trailed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip, glistening from their kisses, and down over the small point of her chin. He continued to trace a line down her throat to the pulse that beat wildly for him at the base.
Then he explored the line between her breasts. When he curled his hand around one breast, she arched and let out a gasp.
Her nipple pebbled before he ever strummed his thumb across the tip. When he clamped it between his finger and thumb, she stopped breathing.
He took it in his mouth and sucked…and she cried his name. “Grant!”
Her bare leg locked around his hip, and she rolled her body into his stiff cock again, threatening his sanity. Somehow, he took it slow, teasing her hard bud with his lips and tongue, learning what made her feel good.
Learning Zee.
He dragged his mouth across her chest to give the other breast the same attention and found that nipple was more sensitive than the other. The right pressure made her thump her heel into his back and the intoxicating sweetness of her reaction broke him.
Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes, chest heaving.
Then in one smooth glide, he slipped between her thighs. She held her breath, watching him pull off her panties. He dropped them on the floor and smoothed his hands over her thighs.
She parted for him, her pussy slick with desire. “Grant…”
