Page 47 of Fire and Ice
He took her harder and faster, and she cried out with every movement he made. He thrust so deep and stretched her so fully.
Another orgasm built within her, rising toward a climax she knew would be out of this world.
In and out, harder and faster, deeper and more powerful with each thrust.
More, more, more.
She couldn’t get enough. Not nearly enough.
The raspy quality in every groan he made, and the intensity of every sound, drove her to the peak.
She came with a cry, thrashing beneath him as he continued taking her.
Her mind whirled, her body throbbed, and she felt like she was flying.
He shouted, a warrior’s cry as he conquered the woman he had just taken.
And then he wrapped his arms around her, rolling her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her head as he held her.
For a long moment, they both breathed hard, their chests rising and falling. He pulled the comforter up from the foot of the bed, and they snuggled beneath it.
Gradually, his breathing slowed, and hers did as well. He shifted her in his arms so that they faced each other, and he looked into her eyes. “You’re so incredible, Chelsea. I can’t believe I have such a wonderful woman in my life. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
She slid her fingers along his shoulder, their gazes still locked. “I feel pretty lucky to have met you, too.”
He stroked her hair behind her ear. “I know a good thing when I see it, and honey, you are amazing.”
She rested her head against his chest, feeling the sound of his heart beating against her ear, the beat in time with her own. The sound and the rightness of being in his arms lulled her to sleep.
14
The afternoon of Christmas Eve, Grady pressed the doorbell at Chelsea’s house. He’d been looking forward to meeting her family, but at the same time, his skin prickled, as if he was nervous. Maybe he was.
A beautiful young woman with long, copper-colored hair opened the door and greeted him with a smile. “Merry Christmas.” She held out her hand to Grady. “I’m DeAndra. It’s nice to meet you, Grady.”
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all.” He grasped her hand, and her firm grip fit with the keen intensity of her gaze. “Thanks for allowing me to be a part of your Christmas celebration, DeAndra.”
“Are you kidding?” She flashed him a grin. “We’ve been bugging Chelsea to let us meet you. We’re glad you made it.”
DeAndra swept him inside the house, leading him to the great room, which he now knew so well.
Chelsea captured his entire attention as she headed from the kitchen straight for him. She wore a deep red dress, her blonde hair swept up, and a sprig of holly pinned to her dress. Her favorite diamond earrings glittered in the soft lighting. He took her in his arms and held her a long moment. When he raised his head, he kissed her, then looked into her eyes. He smiled. “Merry Christmas.”
She brightened the entire room with her answering smile. “Merry Christmas.”
“Ah-hem.” DeAndra braced her hands on her hips. “None of that, kids.”
Grady laughed as he and Chelsea parted, and she rolled her eyes at DeAndra.
“Come meet the twins.” Chelsea gestured to two young men who perched on her couch, leaning forward with game controllers in their hands.
The twins focused on a video game as they sat in front of a large-screen TV, playing a game he recognized as Myth Hunter.
She raised her voice. “Brad, Joe. Come meet our guest.”
Each guy waved his hand in greeting, without looking up, as they maneuvered their way through the game.
Chelsea shook her head. “They still haven’t outgrown video games.”
