Page 23 of Grant’s Blaze

The heat in his gaze blossomed, already telling me what he hadn’t put into words. That he craved this connection as much as me. That in some key ways, this control returned what he’d been stripped of for so long.

Now, I was damn determined to give it all back to him. I couldn’t help heal his body, but maybe this part would be the salve he needed in his mind.

That thought flooded the forefront of my mind as Grant knelt up off my body. He scooted back enough to disrobe, starting with a clean whip of his shirt over his head.

At once, I gasped.

Of course, he anticipated my reaction. His tight expression told me so. He already knew that bruises still peppered his body from where those bastards had beaten him. But also across his features, there was the clear stamp of determination. That he refused to let the rainbow of his damage define what we could create in the sunshine of now.

“Baby, ssshhh. Stay here with me. They’re old, okay? They don’t hurt, and I don’t want to think about any of that bullshit right now. I want to feel your skin on mine. All of it. But I can put the shirt back on if it’s going to be an issue.”

Shaking my head, I gave him my answer before my voice would cooperate. Finally, I was able to say, “No. Please don’t cover yourself. I want to feel you touching me too. I’ve missed it so much, Grant.”

I watched, completely enraptured, as he took his pants off next. His erection strained toward me like it knew the way home. With open legs, I welcomed him. My arms were still stretched high above my head in his verbal bondage, and as he moved over me once more, he took his cock in hand. I was mesmerized as he stroked himself roughly and tightly.

“Please fuck me,” I said softly. “Put that gorgeous cock in me and make me feel like only you can. Grant…oh, God…I’m begging you, please.” I wriggled with anticipation because it seemed like it had been an entire month since we’d been intimate even though it had only been ten days.

“More.” My lover growled, and I responded with a confused expression. What did he want from me? Because if I knew, he’d have it right away. My surrender. My worship. My heart. Every depth of my soul.

“Give me more than that, Rio. When I tell you to beg me, do it and mean it.”

“But…I do mean it,” I whimpered.

“Yeah?” he teased while rubbing the dark head of his penis through the slick flesh at my core. “Okay, so tell me. How bad do you want this cock?”

I threw my head back. “Soooo bad. So fucking bad. Please.”

“In your mouth?”

“Yes. I’ll take it there.”

“You’ll take it there what?” he growled, seeming to be impatient now.

“What?” Confused again. I was trying to play along, but he really had his dark flag flying, and I wasn’t completely sure what my part in the game was. “Ummm…please?” I squeaked.

“Is that a question?” He leaned back on his bent legs and smacked my mound with the pads of his fingers. The arousing sound of flesh on flesh completely overshadowed the pain he’d just zapped across my pussy.

“Shit!” I jolted. “Grant!”

“Put your hands back above your head, girl.”

His tone was still ferocious, but the truth glittered in his gorgeous blue eyes…and seeped from the slit at the top of his cock. Physically, the man craved me in so many equal measures. Mentally, he needed another punch of domineering power. Which maybe meant that he wanted me to toy with the dynamic too…

Or maybe I was taking creative liberties of my own.

And maybe that would be some fun too.

I lowered all the way back to the couch’s cushion. But instead of complying with the arm position, I slid my hands to my nipples. “Or what?” I taunted, circling my stiff peaks with my fingertips.

“Or no dick for you,” he declared as his pupils betrayed him by growing wide with arousal. “It’s that simple.”

But then…he shrugged.

The man fucking shrugged. Like he could take or leave having sex after a separation that had been damn near my undoing.

Well, two could play that game.

“I’ve changed my mind.” I tried bucking him away by lifting my hips, but he outweighed me by a hundred pounds at least. “Did you hear me, Twombley?” I growled from between clenched teeth. “Get off me.”