Page 16 of Captive Lies

Growling at the war between his brain and his cock, he slammed out of the vehicle and marched up the steps. The door opened and he nearly swallowed his tongue. All thoughts of abstaining from sex evaporated. Blaire stood before him in a long-sleeved flannel shirt that hit mid-thigh. Her legs were bare and she had a towel wrapped around herhead.

“You’re early,” she saidbreathlessly.

Grant took in the flushed look of her skin and the damp curls framing her face before tracking down the haphazardly buttoned shirt to her legs andfeet.

“You’re going to freeze,” he said gruffly, stepping inside and backing her into the foyer. He took his time turning to close the door, his knuckles turning white around the doorknob as he sought to tame the raging desire to scoop her up like a caveman and fuckher.

Fuck herdeep.

His painfully erect cock wanted nothing more than to rip through her, he thoughtsavagely.

“Grant?” her tentative whisper brought him out of his haze and he realized he had shut the door but was still facing away fromher.

“Sorry if I am too early,” he cleared his throat and turned around, careful to keep his eyes on herface.

She cocked her head then shrugged. “I was running late. Had to do some maintenance on the pickup and the time got away fromme.”

“You need to get rid of that pile of junk,” Grant muttered. “It’s a death trap and unsafe.” If it didn’t make him sound desperate and psycho, he’d offer to buy her a newcar.

She shrugged again. “It suits my needs, but I do understand your point.” She pivoted and headed toward the kitchen. He probably shouldn’t torture himself but he let his gaze eat up her retreating figure, zeroing in on her swayinghips.

“The good news is,” she continued as Grant unfroze and followed her. “The stew has been simmering for hours, so if you can hang around a bit while I dry my hair and put on more appropriate clothes forcompany…”

She stopped suddenly and Grant plowed into her. He grabbed her hips and she turned. Her lower belly pressed against his erection and his brain short-circuited. A growl rumbled up his throat just as his lips came down on hers in a crushing kiss. Weeks of pent-up sexual hunger were unleashed. Days of trying to act like a worthy suitor. Hours of living in the skin of a man that was not him. Grant was a man who took what he wanted. And he was taking itnow.

Blaire broke off from his kiss. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered against hislips.

“I like bad ideas,” he growled. His prick was so hard, he was afraid he’d stroke if he didn’t get insideher.

“Well, it’s a good thing I like them too,” she breathed against him. “Fuck me,Grant.”

“You got it.” Their mouths clashed and tongues tangled. His hands moved from her hips to her ass and squeezed so hard she yelped. He might have murmured an apology but he never let go of her lips for long. His fingers stroked up her side and his thumb brushed over her tit and felt a hardnipple.

Nobra.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned as he continued to flick the tip, her little mewls at the back of her throat sent him into possessive overdrive. Lifting her onto the table, he hooked her legs around him and ground his erection against her pussy. He reached down between them and grazed her panties with the back of hisfingers.

“Drenched,” he rasped. “Christ.”

“Grant …” she panted against hismouth.

“What do you want, Angel?” He sunk his fingers in her pussy, her muscles clamping at the assault, soaking them with herarousal.

They groaned together. The sheer rapture of finding her hot and wet, coupled with the breathless moans his fingers wrenched with each stroke, fueled the feral beast inside him. She writhed against him, rubbing the top of her pubis against his hand as she eagerly sought her own release. But Grant didn’t allow this. He withdrew even as her eyes flashed with unfulfilled hunger. “I’m not finished,” sheprotested.

“First time. You come with me inside you,” he muttered as he took a condom from his wallet. “Keep your legs open, baby. Keep your eyes on me.Watchas I fuckyou.”

The sound of his zipper echoed in the room. His cock was painfully erect, jutting right between them and aching to plunge into her. She looked down between her spread legs, her eyes widening at the sight of hisarousal.

He needed hernaked.

Grant unbuttoned her flannel shirt, controlling the desire to simply shred it to pieces. He inhaled sharply as her tits, crowned with dusky pink nipples, spilled out. The urge to bend forward to suck, lick, and worship them was almost too strong to resist. But Grant was compelled with the single-minded purpose to claim his woman. He eyed her with a hunger unlike anything he’d felt before. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it on the floor. Those tits were going to rub against his skin as he fuckedher.

Deeply aroused, he hiked her legs high around him for deeppenetration.

“You’re mine now, Angel,” he growled as he drove hard inside her. Her back arched from the table and he yanked Blaire toward him as he swallowed her cry, digging his fingers into her damp hair which had since escaped the towel. He devoured her mouth, keeping her busy as her body stretched to accommodate him. Grant acknowledged he was a big guy and had to give her time to adjust. Seconds passed, and she circled her hips, eliciting a soft growl deep inside his chest. He released her lips and showered her face with kisses. “Okay?” he asked, his voice was gentle despite the ferocity thrumming through hisveins.

She nodded and he withdrew slowly. He set a steady pace at first, watching for signs of discomfort or pleasure, but it wasn’t long before she was rocking impatiently againsthim.

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