Page 50 of Grant’s Heat

But without the champagne preamble, I had no excuse for recklessness today. All my inner warning sirens were ringing, loud and clear. Still, I paused and savored the moment. All of it. How good this man felt. How good it felt for me, clutching his bulging muscles and stunning body. Being back among the living felt so good.

So damn good.

“Grant,” I whispered but couldn’t even discern if the entreaty was for him to stop or to go faster. Or harder?

“God, yes, like that,” I moaned while he kissed up and down my neck. Somewhere, lost in the lust haze in my mind, was the version of me that was telling him to stop. But sitting here on the kitchen counter? Well, that was the wanton woman who was tilting her head farther to the side to give him better access to my sensitive flesh.

“You taste so good,” he groaned into my neck as he sucked. “I could do this all day. Kiss you…” He moved across my jaw to my lips and nibbled until I opened for his seeking tongue. “Taste you…”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I watched the man drop to his knees in front of me. Yes, right here on the tile floor of my little eat-in kitchen. The leggings I had pulled on when I first woke up were a quick casualty of his quest, as he yanked at the waistband with his long fingers and then dragged my hips to the edge of the counter to pull them off.

“Grant,” I protested weakly, gripping the edge of the flat surface so I didn’t end up on the floor with him. Watching his gaze scan up and down my body shut down the ability to say more. He looked at me like he’d never seen a woman before, although he’d seen more than his fair share. His skill set in the bedroom was proof enough of that.

“Your pussy is so sexy, Rio. I can’t get enough of it. And now that I’ve seen it…” He crudely spread my labia to examine things closer. “And touched it, and tasted it…” He sucked in a fierce breath while sliding his middle finger into me. “And Christ Almighty, been inside here…” He pushed in his finger until his knuckles were against my ass. “Yeah, baby. You feel how tight you are around me? God, I’m so hard for you again.”

A low moan of pleasure was my only response before he leaned forward and licked at my intimate folds, but he didn’t pull his finger out. Nor did he move it. He just kept his hand there, filling me. Possessing me. And goddammit, it felt so good being invaded in that way while he licked and sucked my clit. I was surely going to come within seconds. He added another long finger beside the first, and I could feel my arousal dripping from my entrance and running down to my ass.

“I wish you could see this,” Grant growled. His voice had an edge of need that bordered on pain. “You’re so wet, it’s dripping from you. Do you need my cock again, Blaze?” he taunted and then sucked the little bud of my clit roughly.

“Fuck!” I wailed and bucked at the intense sensation when he made contact that time. I was so ramped up, the response was uncontrollable. “Grant! Yes!”

“Ask me for it, baby. I’m feeling pretty generous this morning.” He took long, lazy swipes around my entire pussy then, his tongue creating utter madness through my whole body.

“Whaaa? What?” It was hard enough to process my own thoughts while the sensations pummeled my body. Now I had to organize some sort of question for him too?

“Beg me to fuck you, Rio.” He pulled his hand from my pussy, and I whimpered at the loss. While he stood up, I watched him pull down his jeans, just far enough around his hips to free his cock. My mouth hung open in awe while he gave himself a few casual strokes before expertly rolling on a condom.

He looked at me with a brow raised expectantly. “Waiting, Rio. Let me hear you.”

I glared at him, instinctively reaching down between my legs to rub myself, not wanting to lose the buildup that was hovering low in my belly. He grabbed my wrist and held it a few inches above my body, slowly shaking his head.

“Goddammit, Grant. Stop fucking around and give it to me!”

“Mmmm, no. That’s not how you get what you want, is it?” Mischief danced in his eyes.

I threw my head back and felt like I was pleading with the ceiling fan. “Please! For Christ’s sake! You’re an asshole when you want to be.”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.” I leveled my stare back to him and said in my most lethal tone, “Now.”

“Better. Could use some work, but it’s a good start.” He lined the head of his cock up at my slick entrance and thrust in. With one efficient stroke, he was buried deep inside me. My cry of intense pleasure filled the entire house.

“Fuck! Yes, so good!” I chanted over and over.

“Won’t. Last. Long.” Each of Grant’s gritted words coincided with a powerful thrust. He reached between us to rub my clit while he fucked me. When he pinched the swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger, I might as well have stared into the sun. My vision went completely white. Fantastic tingles shot through my body, from the tips of my fingers all the way down to my toes.

“Coming…I’m…coming!” I gasped, trying to let him know he was good to let loose with his own orgasm. I could barely breathe amid the sensations racing around my body, though.

“Fuck! Yes! Rio! So good, girl!” He thrust one more time and held himself deep within my channel. He froze there, his thighs trembling and his eyes rolling back in his head. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked as though he had as epic of a release as I did.

Christ. How were we ever going to stop doing this?

I wasn’t sure I could.

Or that I even wanted to.

By Thursday that week, I had used every excuse I could think of to keep Grant away. I knew if I were in the same room with him again, we’d just end up in a similar position as the night of and the morning after Abbigail’s baby shower. Our chemistry was too potent…and too undeniable.