Faith couldn’t seem to pull in enough air. Or maybe she’d lost the blood supply to her brain. All she knew was her head felt light and dizzy, and she couldn’t think straight with Grant’s erection pressed between her legs. Even with two layers of denim between them, his heat burned through, and she was dying to feel him more intimately.
With Grant carrying her, one hand supporting the middle of her back, he crossed the sales floor at a snail’s pace, preoccupied with stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples. This wasn’t what she’d expected. Faith had expected a wild flurry of wall-banging, animalistic sex once she’d told him what she wanted. But as she gripped his tee to keep from falling backward, he was focused on her breasts as if they were the Holy Grail or held the secret to the universe or something. And every slide of his finger over her nipple felt like a stroke between her legs and made her wriggle and moan.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, slipping his finger beneath the clasp between her breasts and flicking it open.
The silk fell aside, exposing her. A sudden sense of vulnerability made her shiver. He hummed with pleasure at the sight and cupped one breast with his whole hand, squeezing and stroking. Brushing her nipple with his thumb. The touch was like lightning through her core, darting straight between her legs and pushing a whimper from her throat. By the time he reached the door leading to her apartment on the opposite side of the store, Faith thought she might be on the edge of orgasm. All she could think about was the ache between her legs and the way it pulsed as quickly as her heartbeat. Knew how badly she needed to sate the need clawing deep at her core.
But instead of opening her door and taking her upstairs, Grant lifted her to the edge of the shipping counter along the back wall. Shoving tape and scissors and pens aside, he laid her back across the wide, solid wooden surface that had been a fixture at the store as long as she’d been alive. Faith had to prop herself up with her elbows to keep her head from hitting the wall, which rendered her hands useless. And when Grant straightened and stared down at her, raking her with those hot, hungry eyes, she was sure she’d never felt more exposed, more helpless, more excited, or more beautiful.
“Take me upstairs,” she told him, her voice breathy with the effort. “The door’s unlocked.”
“Not yet.” He put both hands at her waist, slid them up to her breasts, and cupped. Molded. Stroked.
“Grant, I want—”
He met her eyes and brushed both nipples with all five fingers of each hand. The shock of pleasure tingled over the flesh of her breasts first, followed a millisecond later by deep, penetrating pleasure. Pleasure that transferred directly between her legs and made her lift her hips to rub against him while a low, hungry sound vibrated in her throat and her eyes fell closed.
“What—exactly—do you want, Faith?” His voice was low, raspy, and serious, with an edge of darkness. “Because I thought I knew what I wanted when I came. And since I’ve touched you, that’s totally changed.”
She forced her eyes open and pushed up on her hands. “What…do you mean?”
“I came to hook up with a sexy country girl who knows her own mind and doesn’t take any shit.”
His fingertips brushed the opposite direction, zapping another lightning strike of pleasure through her. She whimpered, and her head fell back, just missing the wall. “Ah…God…”
A growl rolled from his throat, and he closed his hands on her breasts hard, making Faith wince.
“But just getting this tiny glimpse of your sexy side makes me want all kinds of other things. Things I haven’t wanted in years. Things I may never have wanted. Things that turn me inside out.”
He took one nipple between his fingers, pinched hard, shooting a spike of lust through her chest and sex at the same time. Then he rolled it gently, rubbing away the pain and stroking excitement back into her body until all Faith could do was arch and whimper and moan. “Grant.”
He pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her. “So tell me what you want, Faith,” he murmured, his rich, husky voice tingling down her neck and over her shoulder. “What you really want. So I know where my boundaries are.”
Boundaries? She didn’t know anything about boundaries in sex.
“I…don’t know what…you mean.” She was panting and aching, and she really just wanted to feel him inside her.
He lifted his head, pressed one hand to the table and met her gaze deliberately. “I mean you make me fucking insane,” he said from behind clenched teeth. “I mean that every little flicker of your pleasure is like a hit of my favorite drug and drives me like a fucking addict.” He brushed her nipple, and she shivered. Then he pinched it, and she gasped. Rolled it and she moaned. “I want to do whatever it takes to get those sounds out of your mouth. Whatever it takes to keep that drugged look in your eyes. Whatever it takes to get you as addicted to me as I am to you right now.”
“Yes,” she said, breathless, and leaned into one arm to lift the other and wrap it around his head. “Yes, I want that.”
“Even if that means letting me have control? Complete control?” He paused, and a shiver rattled through her chest. “Say yes, Faith.”
He made it seem so simple. And she heard herself say, “Yes.”
He pulled back and searched her eyes. His were fiery and intense. “Even if that means giving me complete, unrestricted access to every inch of your body?” Another pause, then a deliberate “Say yes, Faith.”
A heat wave washed her sex. Tension pulled her muscles taut. Still, her lips formed the word, “Yes.”
His hand closed in her hair and pulled her head back. A sting radiated through her scalp. A cry of surprise rolled from her throat, and she fell back onto her elbows. Grant leaned farther over her, pushing his erection harder against the need throbbing angrily between her legs.
“You’re going to let me fuck you any way I want? Any time I want?”
She couldn’t think straight, but the way she felt right now, with him pressed against her sex even with clothes on… That was a big affirmative. “Yes.”
He used the hand braced on the table to grip her jaw, making him list forward. Making him press into her harder. His gaze darkened, hardened, and heated, but a sliver of panic still lived there. “You’re going to let me fuck you with my hands. You’re going to let me fuck you with my mouth. You’re going to let me fuck you with my cock.” He paused. “You’re going to let me fuck you with any other random thing I decide will bring you screaming orgasmic pleasure.”
Holy hell. Her body was completely wigging out on her. Lust surged through her system, almost too much to handle. “Please.”
He tightened his hand on her face and shook her. “Say. Yes. Faith.”
“Yes, yes. Please. Yes.”
“Fuck.” He jerked his hand from her face and fisted her hair again, with an angry “You’re supposed to say no.”
“Feels so good.” She exhaled, trying to control the wild need his dominant behavior pulled out of her. “I want it.”
He opened and closed the hand in her hair, restlessly, creating a fresh burn with every clench. Faith moaned and lifted her hips against his. Fire flashed in his eyes, and he rocked against her.
“Yes…” She clasped one of his forearms. The hard muscles flexed and rolled beneath her hand. “Want you so—”
He lowered his head and attacked her mouth. His hips hammered against hers, and the pressure released a shaft of ecstasy through her lower body. Her mouth went slack, and Grant drove his tongue in, found hers and stroked, circled, teased, while his hips rocked and pulsed. He sucked her lips in turn. Scraped them between his teeth until she winced. He ate at her and ate at her while she simply struggled to keep up. While the excitement in her body rose, and her back arched, and the need to find the peak intensified.
And as his own passion rose, his grasp on her hair grew tighter, the burn in her scalp hotter, his thrusts harder. He finally pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You like rough…” he panted. “So fucking hot… Never would have guessed…”
Neither would she. But he wasn’t the only one feeling a little insane. She had to be a little crazy to agree to what she’d agreed to.
Grant dipped his head again, but this time focused on her breasts and stroked his tongue across one bud. Liquid heat spread through Faith’s chest and her sex at the same time. Her mouth dropped open, her fingers curled into fists, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
Faith moaned and shivered. “Grant…” she moaned at his temple, “God…”
He scraped his teeth over her nipple, then bit down in teasing pulses while he used his fingers on her other breast. The sensations were wildly excruciating, drawing Faith to the edge of orgasm.
“Take me…upstairs…” she begged.
He pulled his mouth away from her body, turned his head, and kissed her again, stealing her breath. He used the other hand to spread the wetness of his mouth over her breast, teasing her nipple over and over and over, creating a whole new kind of slick friction. His tongue stroked and plunged and spiraled against Faith’s until he finally broke for air. But then he went right back to work on her other breast.
Her whimper for relief fell on deaf ears. Faith’s vision blurred; her head swam. She’d never known she could want someone so badly. Never guessed a desire so intense lived inside her, but she was wild with need.
“Oh my God…” she said, breathless. “Can’t take any more.”
“You can,” he told her, his tone short and final. “And you will.”
Then he teased and tortured her right over the edge into what felt like a mini orgasm. A wholly unsatisfying and superficial orgasm that barely scratched the surface of her need and left her even hungrier than before. The tension drained from her muscles, and Faith slumped back on the wide table, resting her shoulders against the wall while she caught her breath.
But Grant didn’t take a break. “That’s a good start.”
His hands went right for her jeans, popping the button, pulling at the zipper. He tugged them off her legs, fighting and swearing when the wet denim suctioned to her skin. She pushed herself forward long enough to grab a handful of his tee. Then battled with him to give up the cotton until he let her pull it off over his head. And while Faith suffered another heat wave at the sight of all his muscle and bronze skin, Grant focused on her white bikini panties.
All it took was one pass of those big, warm hands over her thighs to rekindle her need. And when his touch passed between her legs and over her sex, her lust spiked. Then his fingers were gone, leaving Faith throbbing again.
Just when she was about to complain, he gripped the low waistband of her panties and curled it around his fingers. He hooked his other hand under one knee and dragged her thighs wide. Faith laid her hands flat on the table for balance. She was in no position to do anything more than watch him study her sex. Watch him pull her panties taut. Watch him work the fabric into the folds until her swollen clit pressed taut against the silk.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “That is juicy perfection right there.”
He playfully jerked on her panties, pulsing the pressure against her clit just enough to make her writhe. The fingers of his free hand slipped underneath the bunched fabric and stroked her opening. Faith drew a sharp breath, and her sex clenched in automatic reaction.
Grant chuckled under his breath, settled his gaze on her face, and watched her reaction as he stroked her and stroked her and stroked her. And fuck, that felt beyond amazing. Faith pushed up to her hands for leverage, then lifted her hips into his touch.
“You like my fingers on you?”
“Yes…” The words came out breathless and completely wanton.
“Do you want them inside you?”
She choked on a sob of desire. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He scraped his lower lip between his teeth and pulled his hand from between her legs. Opening his hand toward her, he leaned close and whispered, “Look how wet you are.”
Her gaze refocused on his hand and the glistening surface of his fingertips. Then followed the sight right into his mouth. She pulled in a sharp breath, shocked at the raw eroticism. But when Grant closed his lips around his fingers, moaned in pleasure, and closed his eyes in an expression of bliss, lust flooded Faith’s body.
She leaned into one hand and reached for his waistband with the other. Grant easily caught her wrist and pressed her hand back to the tabletop, his gaze hot and determined on hers. “No. Hands. While yours stay here”—he released her wrist and brought his hand between her legs—“mine stay here.”
And with his eyes on hers, silently demanding she hold his gaze, he circled her opening again, until Faith couldn’t hold still anymore. She lifted and rocked toward his touch, making Grant smile, a hot devilish little smile.
“Baby, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Because I have so many things I want to do to you.”
And then he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation stole Faith’s breath. She was so absorbed in the feeling of penetration, everything in her line of sight blurred. Deeper, deeper, deeper…until Grant’s hand pushed against her body and Faith’s breathing became labored.
“Oh…fuck…” she barely whispered, her eyes rolling back. “Feels…soooooo gooooooood…”
The pressure eased as Grant pulled back.
Faith grasped his wrist and fell a little off-balance. “No,” she begged, meeting his eyes. She pressed her forehead to his. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
Instead of pulling the rest of the way out, Grant thrust home.
“Ah…” Her body tightened and flooded with a kind of ecstasy she’d never experienced. She cried out and dropped her head back, body quivering.
Grant pressed a kiss to her throat, then murmured at her ear, “Let go of my hand and grip the edge of the table.”
She obeyed.
“Next time you touch me without permission,” he rasped, “I’m pulling out and taking all this pleasure with me.”
No, no, no. She closed her eyes and swallowed, preparing herself to be patient.
But Grant started moving again. Moving inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Strokes, shallow thrusts, and pressure. Lots of pressure. The kind of pressure that made her want to move and beg. The kind that made her insane.
“I want…to come…” The words fell from her mouth.
“You’re so impatient. We’re going to have to work on that.” He pulled from her body, and she felt so empty. But then he was back, pushing in with what felt like two fingers, bringing more pressure.
“Fuck, yes. Oh God…” He did something that made her burn and ache and crave.
“You like that?” he murmured, thrusting deep and slow with thicker penetration.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned and cried out and whimpered her pleasure. “Yes, yes, so good.”
“You’re tight, baby.” He pushed, then circled, stretching her body until she burned while rubbing places that made her want to scream. “You’re gonna clamp down on me like a vise, I’ll lose it on my first plunge.” Another moment of excruciating torture, and he murmured, “Okay, baby, give me some juice.”
He stepped back, bent, and pressed his mouth to her silk-covered clit. The shock of it vanished when the warmth of his mouth overwhelmed her sex. She released the table to grab his head, but realized what she was doing and slapped her hand down on the wood again.
Grant pulled back enough to stroke the throbbing, silk-trapped flesh with his tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth. She cried out and bowed. The touch was whisper soft and warm, shocking her body with shards of intense pleasure and flooding her sex with languid heat. While inside her, he continued to do something that created a delicious pressure that kept rising and growing and intensifying. The way he watched her moan and writhe, knowing she was helpless to do anything but absorb his assault, taking what he gave, the way he gave it, added a dark, edgy intensity to the thrill, and nearly drove Faith out of her skin.
“Please, please, please…” She panted, openly begging. “Oh God…please Grant…”
Instead of licking her clit, he dragged his teeth over the silk. Bursts of electric pleasure stabbed her sex and made her whole body jerk. Then he came back with slow, smooth, warm pressure from his tongue, and Faith bowed backward, dropping her head, letting her mouth fall open on a moan. Grant rewarded her with a long moan that vibrated over her sex.
He repeated the scrape. The lick. The moan.
Faith’s fingers were numb on the table’s edge.
Scrape.
Lick.
Moan.
“Fuck…” Her entire body trembled with the need for climax.
Scrape.
Lick.
Growl.
“Grant—” She opened her eyes, lowered her head, and found his eyes on her.
She watched his mouth move over her in the scrape.
She flinched, trembled…
His tongue stroked her, slowly. But this time, with his eyes locked on hers, he continued to lave her in a lazy, hot back and forth. And he pushed deeper with his fingers. Did something that created more pressure.
A sound of surprise ebbed from her throat as she rose to the edge. Grant used his free hand to spread her sex and took her silk-covered clit between his lips, sucking and licking. Sucking and licking.
All the pressure and heat coalesced, and the orgasm roared forward, breaking in a full-body explosion. Every muscle contracted, bowing her back, twisting her waist, contorting her arms. Flash after flash after flash of ecstasy blasted through her body finally releasing her only long enough to draw air before another wave of blissfully decadent tremors racked her body.
