Page 62 of Sapphire Flame
When he started to leave the shower, she caught his arm. “Truly, you don’t have to do this.”
She was exactly what he needed right now. “I want to more than you can know.”
He took her towel and tossed it on the floor then picked her up and cradled her in his arms. “Let me take you to bed.”
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As Grant carried her into the bedroom, Natalie felt buoyant. She was right where she wanted to be, loose strings attached.
She shifted in his arms and leaned up to plant her mouth on his throat. She slung her free arm around his neck to pull him closer then began to suck. His wonderful scent of fresh-cut lumber began to flood her nostrils. She ached between her legs and couldn’t wait for more.
She’d enjoyed sex with Aaron. It had been sensual, hot and full of love. A niggling of doubt passed through her that she shouldn’t be engaging with Grant like this. He’d already gotten distressed.
But Aaron wasn’t here.
He’d been gone six years.
As Grant settled her on the bed, then gently pulled her hips to edge, she reached up and touched his face. Grant was here, and he was real, so real. His skin was warm and smooth, except where a line of his wolf-fur exaggerated his prominent cheekbones. His damp hair, pulled as it was away from his face, enhanced his strong, rugged looks.
Yes, Grant was here.
He seemed serious as he dropped to his knees. He spread her legs and leaned all the way over her first to kiss her on the lips then to plant a series of kisses down her chest. He took time with each breast until all her doubts melted into the comforter beneath her.
She wanted this with Grant. She’d wanted to be with him, to make love with him, to have real, here-and-now sex with him from the time they’d been together in the refuge’s emergency room.
Her body responded to each tug on her breast, each fondle of his fingers, each strong suck. Her hips rocked, and deep moans left her mouth.
He kept massaging her breasts, but his lips began a slow, sensual descent. Her sex clenched as he drew near her labia. She held her breath and waited.
Instead of continuing to the desired goal, he lifted her right knee and kissed the inside of her thigh. Of course, this was a whole new layer of sensation, a teasing kind of kiss that made her hips rock harder still. He took his time. She wasn’t sure if she loved it or hated it. She wanted his mouth on her.
He stopped and looked at her. He carefully massaged her thigh then he smiled. “Anything in particular you want?”
She lifted on her elbows. “Your tongue, right now on my sweet spot or I swear you’ll pay.”
He grinned. “I knew I liked you.”
He shifted her leg to rest on his back. When he dipped down, and his tongue made an appearance, she cried out. The anticipation was almost too much. How long it had been.
When he took a long swipe over her sex, she cried out again and groaned. The pleasure was almost too much.
He licked again.
And again.
When his hands once more found her breasts, she reached down and swept her palms up and down her arms. She loved the feel of his muscles, his strength, his manliness.
His licks came quicker now, punctuated with sudden sucks. She cried out each time.
Look at me.His deep voice commanded her.
She met his gaze as he kept licking then sucking. Pleasure began to grow, to expand.
You’re licking me.
Yes, I am. You taste like lemons and mint and woman. I could eat you forever.He slowed his licks.
She loved that he was drawing the moment out.
