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But would he like her mouth on himthere? Was he ticklish? She needed to know these things, not just wonder about them. Her palms itched to run through the trimmed beard on his chin. Grissom was a real-life cowboy. Rough and ready. A little ragged and worn, but… So. Damned. Hot.
She couldn’t control how her eyes instantly tracked the way his biceps expanded and flexed with every move, even when all he’d done was undress. Not only his biceps, but his triceps and pecs. His abdominals. His thighs and calves. His cock. That was what she most wanted to see. All of him at the same time. Naked. Grissom in all his primal glory.
Instinctively, her body arched at the thought of that handsome body pressed over hers. She needed to feel him, play with him. Withit. Now.Itlooked damned impressive and long beneath his underwear. Thick. Hard. To heck with reading about sex, she wanted to play with every last part of the male biology lesson standing over her. Maybe he wanted her to get naked, too? She could do that.
Tuesday had barely touched the top button of her jeans when Grissom snapped out, “No,” and was on her. Angling his knees between her legs, he nudged them farther apart than her skinny jeans could allow.
“First time, I get to unwrap my present.” Impossibly, his already deep baritone turned deeper. So damned low and sexy,her core vibrated and her toes tingled, as if they were expecting an orgasm, too.
Grissom’s fingers moved to her buttons, but her shirt didn’t come all the way off. He unbuttoned it and just spread it open, then anchored it to the mattress with his palms. Open-mouthed, he stared down at what he’d bared. The tops of her breasts, her bra, and all her clenching, nervous stomach. His tongue ran a circle over his lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Tuesday.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t dare, not as entranced as she was by the stark hunger glowering on his face. She liked that he used her name. Calling her ‘love’ was nice, but using her given name made this epic moment more intimate. More personal. A ton more special. He’d already declared he loved her, which seemed odd, considering how little they knew about each other. Using her name assured her that, whatever happened next, would be just between them. Just for Grissom and Tuesday. That the sight of her bare body turned him speechless? Frosting on the whole day.
When he lowered his head, her breath caught at the intense heat from his open mouth fanning her chest. His warm, wet tongue slipped over the tops of her breasts, tasting and licking, kissing, and…
Something very good was happening deep inside. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. Her back arched by itself, as if begging Grissom to lick her here, there, and everywhere. “Oh, oh, oh, man! More!” breathed out of her in a wild frenzy of stars and pleasure and… wow. She had no idea kissing could feel so good.
“We’ll take it slow,” he murmured, scraping his beard up her neck and her chin, his mouth ending on hers. Deftly, his tongue arrowed between her lips and tangled with her tongue, encouraging her to explore and play. To be brave.
So Tuesday decided, yes. She’d been brave before. This was no different. Anything worth doing was worth doing well, and…What is it with the freaking idioms? Enough already!
Determined to get this show on the road, and to act like she knew what she was doing, she relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth wider. Giving back as good as Grissom was giving her. Using her tongue as a pointer while that unusual, but very pleasant pressure built inside of her again. Loving every nibble of his whiskered lips over her breasts. Luxuriating in the warmth of his massive body rubbing against hers. Stabbing her tongue into his wine-flavored mouth as far as she could. Sucking his lips and then his tongue, loving wine-flavored Grissom. In no way did she feel diminished, put upon, or prudish. Not as great as he was making her feel. Which was—
Happening again. “Oh, oh, oh! Oh, no! Grissom!” She growled like a wanton female dog in heat. If this was just her body getting ready for his, she wanted more.
His breath fanned over her with a sultry, “But oh yes, my love.”
With practiced ease, he slipped off her shirt and her bra, and she had no idea where they went. All she could see were flames of desire in his eyes. The heat of his breath on her bare breasts was gasoline on fire. Tuesday had never before been so turned on nor so frantic for physical relief from the intense pleasure taking her body by storm. These feelings, these crazy, wild, wonderfully erotic, almost painfully pleasant feelings, were lightning bolts sparkling up the insides of her thighs, sparking back and forth between her nipples, and then down to her core and back up her stomach again.
He’d turned her into a writhing, moaning woman. A needy, feral animal made of muscle and electricity. A ferocious hungry woman who wanted more than just to lie still and be a good girl while he explored at his leisure. Every part of her ached formore. The added suspense of wondering what he’d make her feel next was powerfully arousing. Her thighs widened, granting him more access to the secret parts of her bare body. Like Grissom needed permission, given how tightly he’d locked his still-clothed pelvis into hers. If only they were skin to skin.
“Underpants,” she growled into the busy mouth covering hers, her tongue jousting with his to get that command out. Simply pressing against him wasn’t enough. The fiery heat consuming her was part of the whole Grissom package, as were his eager mouth and the work-roughened hands mapping her body. And she wanted the whole deal. All of him. More. Now!
Activated by instinct and running on lust, Tuesday lifted her hands from where she’d pressed them meekly at her sides. Giving herself permission to touch, she ran her fingers over his ribs, to his powerfully muscled back, and to… There. Down the dip at the small of his back. Over the rigidly flexing tendons and muscles pumping eagerly against her nakedness. Under the waistband of his briefs. Over gloriously taut, smooth, muscular buttocks. Just thinking about getting him naked and inside of her had Tuesday primed and burning for the next step that was—taking too long to get there!
Licking his way out of her mouth, Grissom rumbled, “Ah, ah, ah, tonight’s not about me. Only you.”
Whatever that meant. She couldn’t get him out of his underwear, though, darn it.
His briefs still covered too much, but his hands were holding her head in a vise while he tenderly sipped at her lips. Too soon, yet not soon enough, his sipping turned to lapping, then…
He was making a meal of her mouth, their teeth clashing, their slippery tongues tangling together, everything in her driven by the need to mate. So strong it brought tears to her eyes and a flash-flood to her core. Swiftly, Grissom linked her handsin his fist above her head and kissed a path down the center of her body, feasting once again on her tender, aching breasts.
Releasing her wrists, he alternated suckling one swollen nipple while he tugged, pinched, and rolled the other. Then worked them over again. And again. Turning the tips into wet, hard, little beggars. Swirling his warm, wet tongue over and around each nipple as if it were his favorite popsicle. Gently biting, then full-mouthed suckling her breasts until every atom in her body was tuned to him. Only him. She’d never felt so adored. So loved. So horny!
The invisible line of electricity between her breasts and core was strung so, so tight, that it hurt. Not that he should stop. Oh, no, no, no. Back and forth he went, his hair skimming her chin and tickling her nose. The brush of his beard and his hot breath on her wet nipples turned them into ice. The steamy cave of his mouth warmed them just enough to burn and—
Another tsunami of hot, fierce pleasure broke loose from deep inside. A frantic, needy wave ripped up over her belly and breasts like wildfire. “Ahhhhh! Darn!” Tuesday growled, earnestly shoving her upward into Grissom’s partially clothed body, needing more friction. Needing him naked. All of him. Every hard-corded muscle, every scrape from those crisp, manly chest hairs. She was on fire, burning from the inside out, and… “Ah! More! Grissom, I need more!”
“Shush,” he murmured, covering her mouth with his hand. Too late. The wave rolling over her was large and way too hot to contain. Too much! The world turned Fourth of July fireworks bright, and she was lost, screaming in its throes. An overwhelmingly erotic need had Tuesday striving to clamp her legs back together. Too much! The sensation barely receded when another wave swelled low and deep. Her fingers clenched before she realized her nails were dug into Grissom’s shoulders.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” she murmured, dazed by the strength of foreplay, if that was what this was. Butdayam. If this was foreplay, what would an orgasm force her to do? Hurt Grissom? Never. She pulled her hands away from him.
“No, love. Don’t stop. Don’t let go, just feel,” he ordered, as if he’d read her mind. Which maybe he could. He was the teacher here, the man with tons more experience. “I’m tough; I can take whatever you dish out. Feel, Tuesday, just feel. Shut your mind down and let your body go. Don’t be afraid to get wild, to fly. Go crazy. I’m here for you. I’ll catch you when you fall.”
“Was that…? Did I...?” She had no idea how or what to ask.
“Yes, those wonderful feelings you had were orgasms. Three orgasms. You’re one helluva firecracker in bed.”
