Page 14 of Rescued By the Great Grim

I try to recall why this is a bad idea—something about friends and figuring out what to do about Johnny—but my brain fogs over.

Just feel, a traitorous voice in the back of my mind whispers.

Nick grabs my hands and lifts them to clasp behind his head. The towel unravels, but I no longer care about covering my body as the heat of his chest smolders against mine.

I moan his name.

“I know,” he growls against my mouth, but steps back. My hands fall from his neck, and I trace the tattoos on his chest. His nipples harden beneath my fingers. He lifts my chin with his knuckle again. His gaze searches mine. “You need to be sure,” he says. “I will not coerce you.”

I smile when I think about how far from coercion this is. Seduction, yes. But nothing Nick’s done has been against my will. “I’m certain,” I whisper. “I want you.” I grab his belt buckle, groaning in frustration when it won’t come undone.

He chuckles and stills my hands. In one fluid gesture, he unbuckles the belt and pulls it off the jeans. The buttons and zipper come next, and he steps out of his jeans.

He’s totally commando. No underwear anywhere in sight.

I catch a brief glimpse of his impressive erection before he crushes me to his body. Finally, we’re skin against skin.

Mine’s on fire.

I need all of this, man.

And I need it right now.

I hip-check him, pushing him backward toward the bed. When the edge hit the back of his knees, I press on his chest.

With a cheeky grin on his face, he resists briefly, but then falls back, grabbing my hands and pulling me on top.

I straddle him, but stay high on my knees, teasing him—and myself—by keeping my wet core from his hard rod. “I’m clean and on birth control,” I breathe. “We don’t need any additional protection unless you want to use it.”

His only answer is a growl as he grabs my hips.

I clasp his hands and push them over his head. Securing them both with one hand, I use the other to cradle his face as I lean in for a kiss.

He struggles against my hold, but not seriously enough to break free. Maybe he doesn’t think I can hold him.

He’ll learn.

When I draw on my magic, I’m very strong.

But I have better things to think about than a power struggle.

Heat flushes through my body as I realize that, for once, I don’t have to hold back.

With this powerful giant of a man, I can let my senses loose, including my magic. “I’m in charge this time,” I say against his mouth before nipping his lower lip.

A lazy smile spreads over Nick’s lips. “Sounds good to me.” He bucks his hips.

I release his face and press his lower body back down. “Not until I say so.”

His grin grows broader. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lifts his head and captures a nipple in his mouth. He grazes it with his teeth before biting down lightly.

Sparks shoot from where his mouth touches straight to my core. I can’t hold back anymore.

I need him inside me.

Slowly, I lower myself, allowing only the tip of his shaft to feel my wetness.

He inhales sharply. “Hailey,” he hisses and closes his eyes.

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