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I worked on my own layers, shedding them one by one. Finally, we were down to our thermals. My skin was on fire. I was so overcome with lust that I felt intoxicated. I had no clue it could feel like this. That you could truly lose your mind over someone.

Grant pulled his thermal top over his head and I forgot how to breathe. I’d seen him shirtless before—that first night—but this was different. This was him standing in front of me, chest rising and falling rapidly, looking at me like I was something he’d been starving for.

“Adrien.” My name on his tongue was heaven.

“Yes.” I didn’t recognize my own voice, didn’t recognize this desperate need flooding through me. I’d never wanted anything like this before. Never felt this consuming urgency that made my hands shake as I pulled off my own thermal top. “Yes to whatever you wanna do.”

Grant’s eyes went dark. He closed the distance between us, and his hands went to my waist, shoving the rest of my thermal leggings down my hips. I kicked out of them clumsily, nearly losing my balance, but Grant caught me. His hands were everywhere—my sides, my back, sliding into my hair to angle my head for another bruising kiss.

We shed the rest of our layers in a trail across the cabin floor. Base layer pants. Socks. Everything except our underwear. I’d seen such scenes in movies. I’d never imagined it would be me one day. A thrill ran down my spine.

When we were finally skin to skin, Grant lifted me effortlessly. Damn, that went straight to my balls. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, and the sensation of being held like this—of Grant’s hands gripping my thighs, his body supporting my weight—sent another shock of heat through me.

He carried me the last few steps to the bed and laid me down carefully, following me down so his weight pressed me into the mattress. I lifted my palms and placed them over his hard pecs. Half in awe and half in greed, I ran my fingers through the curls on his chest, down his abs. He wasn’t lean. He was built like a linebacker. He was exactly the kind of man I had admired in sports magazines. Only now I knew exactly what my admiration was about.

Grant kissed my jaw, the outer shell of my ear, down the column of my neck. Then he did something no woman had done before. He shoved his nose into my armpit and inhaled deeply. It was erotic as all hell. My dick leaked precum. I moaned at just how hot it was to be ravished by a man.

He flicked his tongue on my left nipple and I swear I saw stars.

“Please, Grant, I can’t.” I begged.

“Please, what?” He murmured while rubbing his massive, hard, cock against mine, driving me out of my mind.

“I…you…please fuck me.”

9

Chapter 9

Grant lifted his head and looked down at me through hooded eyes. His breath came out in harsh pants, lips glistening and swollen, dark curls falling on his forehead, his skin flushed red. He was a walking picture of sex.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. My hole…is twitching.” As soon as the words were out, I clamped down a hand on my mouth, mortified. Grant’s shoulder shook with laughter. But even that did nothing to dampen my raging boner. Because I knew with 100% certainty that he wasn’t laughing at me, but with me. That difference was why I felt so safe and attracted to him.

“What’re you thinking so hard?” He nudged my jaw with his nose.

“Analysis of shifting priorities, the human psyche, and mmm…mating calls of homo sapiens.”

He chuckled. “If you have time to think all that, I’m not moving fast enough.” He lifted himself up on his arms. “Will it be your first time?” He asked gently.

I nodded.

“I’ll go slow.”

“Thank you.” I blushed.

He laughed and kissed me softly. “You’re welcome, my sexy Doctor.”

Apparently, he had come prepared with not just tea but condoms, lube, post-sex care kit…the whole nine yards. Huh.

I watched him tear the extra-large condom packet with his teeth. Was there anything he did that didn’t make my dick twitch? How had I not jumped this man as a horny teen? That closet was deeper than the Antarctic sea.

“Ready?”

I wiggled my butt shamelessly, feeling embarrassed but also completely free to be myself with him. He pulled down my underwear, my cock sprung free, and stood proudly like a flag in front of his face. Once we were fully naked, the dark bulbous head of his cock leaking, he bent down between my legs.

Something cold and liquid touched my hole, and I yelped in surprise. “What’s that?”