Page 66 of Grump Hard
“Good.” I lengthen myself on top of her, keenly aware of everywhere we touch. “I’m no artist, but I am starving…”
“Prove it,” she whispers.
So, I do.
I kiss down her jaw to the hollow beneath her ear, laving the skin behind it with my tongue before catching the lobe between my teeth. She shivers, arching closer with a moan, and I make a mental note.
My girl likes teeth…
My girl…
I’m the luckiest man in the world. The very fucking luckiest, a fact proven when Holly tangles her fingers in my hair as I leave a trail of deep, deliberate kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, down farther still until I cup one perfect breast in my hand.
I drag my thumb slowly over the peak again and again, until her back arches with a whimper. “God, Luke…”
“So beautiful,” I murmur as I replace my hand with my mouth.
I lick and suck, slow and sexy, just the way she said she wanted, until her breath comes faster. Until she whimpers and moans and wraps her legs around my hips, drawing me close to where she’s so hot, so wet, that my skin catches fire.
The building creaks, and the wind punches at old windows.
The storm rages, but inside we make our own weather…
Her palm slides down my chest, my belly, to take me in hand. I shut my eyes with a sharp inhalation, my cock twitching as she circles the head with her thumb.
“He’s perfect,” she says, groaning as I return the favor, exploring every silken inch of the paradise between her legs.
“You’re perfect,” I counter, jaw clenching as she strokes me harder.
“No, I’m serious, Luke,” she pants, rocking into my fingers as I pulse them in and out, deep and deliberate. “Perfect size, perfect shape. There’s just one problem.”
She cups my cheek, locking her gaze with mine.
“What’s that?” I ask, struck all over again by how stunning she is.
“He’s not inside me,” she whispers, sending an almost painful wave of need to drag between my legs. “I have birth control covered, and I’m safe for you.”
“And I’m safe for you,” I promise. “But are you sure? I can pull out before I?—”
“Don’t you dare,” she says, her eyes dark. “I want to feel you lose control. I need to feel it. I need to know that I make you as crazy as you make me.”
I kiss her hard, deep, until our teeth rub together through our skin. “You destroy me,” I swear against her lips as her hips rock closer. “And heal me and destroy me all over again. And I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the second you caught me stealing in that sexy little reindeer suit.”
“Yes,” she cries out, moaning her encouragement as I fit my cock to her entrance.
I pull back, bracing on my forearms, so I can watch her face as I sink inside her for the first time. I go slow, inch by inch, rocking deeper with shallow thrusts as I hold her gaze.
Because I refuse to miss a second of her.
Of the way her lips part and her lashes flutter. Of the way her nails dig into the small of my back as I glide deeper, until her sweet body grips every inch.
“Okay?” I ask, my heart melting in the warmth of the smile that spreads across her face.
“So much better than okay, love.” She pulls my mouth back down hers, still smiling against my lips as she murmurs, “So much better.”
I stroke into her, setting a lingering, soul-shaking rhythm. Every inch of leaving her is the sweetest torture; every second of coming in from the cold is exquisite.
There are no words.
