Page 47 of Grant’s Heat

“Lie back, baby. Get comfortable. I want to spend as much time as I can…” I looked up and saw her with my whole mind and spirit—and dare I say it? I looked at her with my whole heart.

I gave myself those few magical moments I had been denied all these months. Judging on how right everything felt now, I knew how bad it would feel when it went all wrong.

And it absolutely would go wrong.

This, us—whatever Rio and I had between us—was marked for doom. I was deluding myself to think otherwise. Was it because it was so soon after her husband passed? Or had I damned us by being so crazy for the woman for such a long time, despite the ring on her finger that should’ve been my No Trespassing sign?

And what did any of this mean to her? Was I just a scratch for her itch of loneliness?

Maybe. Probably.

I knew it all, and I didn’t care. I knew every damn part of the truth, and I yearned to fuck her anyway. I would bury myself deep within her luscious body for as long as she’d let me. And when we were done, I’d beg her to let me do it again. We hadn’t even started, and I already knew that was how it would end. I was in a battle for her time and attention, and my most worthy opponent was a damn ghost.

Again, thoughts for another time.

Rio perused my body with open appreciation. She’d been timid about touching me unless I specifically asked her to, and I’d been letting her set the pace. I just wanted amazing memories of the night when it was over. Nothing bad to get in the way, if this was the one time we had together.

I positioned myself between her parted legs before hovering above her to kiss her lips. Finally, savoring the moment with slow care, I pressed my mouth to hers. At once, she slid out her velvety tongue, seeking mine. She licked my lower lip first, following by nibbling at the top one.

I groaned from deep in my chest, not even trying to stifle her effect on me. I didn’t bother trying to hide my erection anymore, either. She should know what she did to me, the way my body responded to hers. She should definitely know what she was in for, too.

I worshiped her body for most of the night. I did everything in my power to make her feel so damn good. I lavished my adoration on her from the inside and then along the shivering, dewy inches of her outside. And I touched her everywhere in between too. Every corner and crevice, every enticing curve and secret spot of arousal. With my lips, tongue, and teeth, I brought all her nerves to life. I imprinted myself on every inch of her flesh.

Not long after the midnight chimes of the church up the street, I was certain I had to be existing on a borrowed chunk of heaven. With my head between her thighs and the woman’s hands digging at my scalp, her honey soaked my tongue as her screams filled my ears.

“Grant. My God!”

I smiled against the lust-plumped cushions of her beautiful pink core. “Hmmm, that works. You can always just say ‘Almighty Lord’ or ‘Ruler of my pussy.’”

“How about just ‘stop’?” she snapped. “Oh…please, Grant…just stop!”

“Now where would be the fun in that?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!”

“Not that one either.”

“What are you doing to me? I can’t take more! Please, Grant!”

I just chuckled—and continued my eager ravishment of her delectable pussy. I was so hungry for her. It was like I hadn’t had a meal in weeks. I’d watched this woman come twice already tonight but would never grow tired of the sight. Her explosions had quickly become the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. She orgasmed with a unique and curious gusto that made other women’s performances pale in comparison.

Her third trip to O-town, courtesy of my mouth and fingers, was the most stunning show. She thrashed her way to the edge of the bed in a messy collection of sighs and screams, which led to me kneeling on the floor between her thighs. Rio was draped off the mattress from the hips down, so before setting her off this time, I anchored her with my hand splayed wide across her lower abdomen—or she’d have ended up on the floor with me.

When I was sure she had calmed down a bit, I stood to my full height and stretched across the bed for a condom. It couldn’t be put off another moment. As long as she was still agreeable, I needed to be inside her.

“You’re incredible, Rio. So fucking delicious and sexy.”

I licked her taste from my lips and looked down at her flushed body beneath me. She grinned lazily, like a cat stretching out in the afternoon sun.

“I need to be inside you. So badly.” I stroked my hard length, and she followed the movement with hungry eyes. “You good? Are we still good?”

She gave a tight nod, but I needed to hear her say the word. I needed to hear her say she wanted this too.

“Blaze?”

“Yes. God, please. I want to feel you too.”

She moved back to the center of the bed and then held her arms out for me to join her. I went to her, settling my weight between her parted thighs, a forearm outside either shoulder. My erection rubbed against her stomach while I kissed every inch of her face.