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“Shit,” I muttered. “Yes, you’re right. Well, when I get a new phone, I promise you my first shots won’t be of Robert.”

She took her well-deserved turn with the mirth, erupting in a giggle that didn’t stop until I swept in again, covering as much of her nipple and breast with my mouth as possible. Before she could gasp, I started to suck. I didn’t stop even as she fought to both push me away but hold me close. Simultaneously, she begged me to stop and never stop. She moaned and panted, telling me how aroused she was by scissoring her legs.

When I finally eased off, smirking at the certain mark I’d left that time, her whole body was racked by shudders. She fluttered a hand up to her neck and clutched her throat.

“Jesus, Grant. What the hell was that? And why did that feel so good?”

I flashed my finest panty-slayer grin and said, “Ready for the other side?”

For the next second, she seemed to have a battle with herself. And she seemed to snap together the truth: that it truly had felt good. Why would she deny herself pleasure?

“All right. Do your best, Tree.”

Fucking hell. My cock swelled at once from her sassy answer. It was always the surprising things with this woman that sent me over the edge. That was just another thing I loved about her.

And hell yes, I said loved. I could admit it to myself, at least. I was absolutely, irretrievably, in love with Rio Gibson. I’d known it for some time, actually. I might have even known it, in some crazy and deep place, the day she came kicking ass into my world in her fourteen-hole Dr. Martens, jeans that looked like she was waiting on or wading through a flood, and a black Psychedelic Furs T-shirt.

Before then, I had long figured I’d end up with someone who was safe and boring, or more likely than anything, that I would never fall in love with at all. Needless to say, all of this was a stunner of a revelation—so, waiting to tell her felt important. It had to be worth the wait. I just hoped I didn’t slip up in the heat of the moment like I almost did again today.

I wanted Rio to be my one and only. So when I did finally feel safe enough to tell her my whole truth, I wanted it to be the perfect setup. The perfect location, the perfect music playing in the background, the perfect everything. Like she was for me. I wanted her to know in that moment that I was in this for the long haul. That I was her forever guy.

Chapter Six

Rio

“I’m going to…”

I sucked in as much air as possible between declarations and moans, all while thinking I hoped these walls were really damn thick. Otherwise, we were really giving Grant’s neighbors an earful this afternoon.

“Yeah…give it to me, baby,” Grant encouraged with a raspy quality to his voice that just added to my arousal. “Come for me, Blaze.” He looked up from between my thighs, his lips and chin glistening in the afternoon sunlight that was coming in through the slider. Even the tip of his nose was wet, and I gasped again. He was a beast today, and I definitely wasn’t complaining. God, I’d missed him—and, I freely admitted, his powerfully talented tongue.

When I settled from my climax, I held my arms out to him and made a squeezing gesture with my hands. It was something I did on occasion when I wanted him to hold me or hug me. Anything that involved me in his arms. It was such a move forward for me though, wanting to be held and touched by someone. It had taken a long time to get to that point with Sean, so to already be that comfortable with Grant said a lot about how much I trusted him and how connected we were.

He prowled up my body with lust and hunger in his eyes.

“Take these off,” I said, tugging at the joggers he continued to wear. “Give me what I want, Mr. Twombley.” His erection was making an obscene tent in front, and I wondered why he was still wearing the things at all.

“Holy shit, woman. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said, playfully capturing my hands and pinning them above my head. “You okay here?” He glanced pointedly up to our joined hands, then back to check in for my response.

“Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Fine.”

The kiss I received for that answer was slow, seductive, and teasing until I was whimpering with need. Again. He was getting really good at reducing me to wordlessness.

“My God,” I gasped when we parted. “What are you doing to me?”

“Turning you into a slut, apparently.” His eyes were the blue of a tropical bay. Fun, magical, and promising all at the same time.

“But only for you.”

“Ahhhh. Right answer,” he said through his sexiest grin. Then came another rewarding kiss, this time clear about his climbing urgency. Not that I wasn’t aware already. The erection pressing into my belly was so incredibly hard, I swore I could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his length.

A simple thought, but it made me a thousand kinds of ready, as well. I wasted no time giving the man a saucy eye roll before bemoaning, “What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?”

Grant’s blues gained new fire. That didn’t stop him from instantly supplying, “Well, baby, that girl has to beg.”

I gasped in mock surprise. “I’m sorry, sir?”

“Beg me,” he reiterated. “And make it good, Rio. Your very best begging. You know the way I like it. Keep your hands where they are, but I want your eyes right here on me while I undress for you.”