Page 57 of Fire and Ice
She kissed him back, hungry for him and needing him now. She tried to pull her wrists away so that she could slide her arms around his neck and climb him, wrapping her legs around him.
A low growl of need rose in his throat. He had never been dominating when they’d been intimate. He always touched her in sensual ways but never controlled her. This turned her on more than she could ever have imagined.
Grady slid his lips down, traveling along the curve of Chelsea’s neck. He kissed the hollow at her throat, and she moaned. He cupped one of her breasts with his free hand and rubbed her nipple through the satin. It felt so incredibly good, sending tingles throughout her body.
He moved his fingers to the deep V of her neckline and slid them beneath the fabric, slowly, sensually.
The haze of desire made her feel lightheaded. He captured her bare breast in his large palm and ran his thumb over her nipple, and she gasped. It felt wildly intense, and the hard nub felt even more sensitive than it had before.
The next thing she knew, he had pushed aside the satin. He captured her nipple with his mouth, lightly biting and sucking.
This time, her knees did give out on her. He held her to him and shifted so that he took her wrists with his other hand, allowing him to push aside the satin covering her other breast.
“Grady.” His name came out in a harsh whisper. “The hot tub.”
A low rumble rose from his throat, and he raised his head. Her exposed wet nipple felt tight and cool.
He released her wrists but kept her close to him, nuzzling the curve of her neck and kissing it. “I don’t know if I can wait.”
Chelsea shifted and cupped his face in her palms. He looked into her eyes, and she gave him a soft kiss. She took his hand in hers and led him to the hot tub, pausing just long enough to turn the jets on low. The surface began shifting, bubbling.
They stood together on the plush rug in front of it. She pushed Grady’s sweater up his tight abs, and he pulled it over his head. He wasn’t overly muscular, but well-built and gorgeous.
Her hands trembled as she worked the button on his jeans and looked up at him as she undid it. He looked down on her with smoke in his gaze, his eyes looking almost gray. He toed off his shoes and knocked them aside, close to the sink. She tugged his jeans and boxer briefs down, lowering herself so that she knelt on the rug.
She bit her lower lip as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. His erection was right there, in front of her mouth. She had to taste him—she needed to.
Chelsea slid him into her mouth and took him to the back of her throat. He caught his breath as she sucked, then eased her head up and teased him with her tongue. She moved up and down, and he groaned. He caught her by the nape and guided her up to stand in front of his beautiful body.
Grady looked into her eyes. “If we don’t stop right now, we won’t make it to the hot tub.”
She smiled. “All right.” First, she pushed one strap of her negligee from her shoulder, then the other, and the satiny mass fell to her feet, baring her, all but that itty bitty scrap of fabric.
He clenched his fists at his sides, and he didn’t look like he was breathing. She slid down the satin panties and let them drop on top of the negligee. She stepped out of both and held his gaze.
A groan rumbled out as he took her in. “Chelsea, you are driving me out of my mind.”
She gave him a little grin. “Good.” She took the two steps up to the hot tub and slipped into the water and onto a stone seat that rounded the wall. It felt blissfully warm, and her whole body relaxed. She moved just enough that she was close to one of the jets.
When Grady stepped into the pool, his muscles flexing with his movements, she sucked in her breath and tensed again from excitement and need. Yes, he was beautiful.
The water rippled as he eased into it and slid next to her. She hooked her leg over his thigh, feeling the water bubbling over her center, stimulating her. Not that she needed stimulation. Just looking at Grady filled her with desire.
He caught her by her waist and shifted her so that she straddled him. Her breasts were now out of the water, and he stared at them with hunger in his gaze. She braced her hands on his shoulders and smiled when he looked at her.
“I can’t wait, Chelsea.” His voice sounded rough, as if it took everything he had to restrain himself.
“I can’t either.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection as she rose in the water.
His fingers gripped her waist as she moved him to her center. She slowly sank down on him, her eyes widening as he filled her, large and deep. She let out a soft moan as she wriggled in his grasp, her core gripping his erection.
She moved up and down, feeling more friction from the water. It felt good, made the experience different, but exciting, too.
The sensations felt unbelievable, and she could hardly bear the intensity of it. His breathing was harsh, and he matched her movements, thrusting hard every time she came down on him.
An oncoming orgasm built within her, the sensations almost too much as she rode him hard. She could come right then and there, but she wanted to draw out the moment, the sensations, the feel of him between her thighs. But his thrusts had deepened, and it was more than she could take.
Her orgasm exploded inside her, and she barely kept in a scream, her body vibrating, her thighs trembling around him. She kept taking him in and out, drawing out the sensations. Then he gave a tense growl, as if holding back a shout in the same ways she had barely kept from screaming.
