Page 18 of The Trouble With Attraction (Rock Canyon, Idaho 6)

“What are you doing, Gracie? You’re not that drunk.”

Heat burned over her neck and cheeks. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman throw herself at you?”

“Yeah, but that’s not what’s happening here. So let’s have it.”

“What do you mean that’s not what’s happening here? I just stripped off my clothes and asked you to do the same. What does that sound like to you?”

“Seems like you’re still playing games with me.”

Gracie’s skin pricked with anger and humiliation. This whole situation had played out differently in her mind. As she grabbed her top and jerked it back on, she snapped, “Get out.”

Eric dropped the pillow and grabbed her arm, pulling her off the bed and against his body. His hand tangled in her hair and when he gave it a gentle tug, it brought her gaze up to meet his.

“Stop ordering me around like one of your boys. You can’t control me.”

His mouth dropped over hers and flames licked down her throat and low into her belly. Those big hands came around and grabbed her ass, bringing her feet of the ground as he rubbed her against his hard on. She hung onto his shoulders and opened her legs, wrapping them around his waist with a groan.

This is what she’d been aiming for. A way to slake this craving she had for him, to stop wondering if he was amazing in bed, if angry sex would be better than every other kind.

He walked her back to the bed and fell over with her, lowering her slowly. His tongue twisted with hers as his hand came up and covered her breast. She groaned into his mouth as he kneaded her flesh, the cotton of her shirt rubbing her nipple into a hard, tingling peak.

Eric pulled up and she whimpered, silently begging him not to stop. Instead, he pulled his black t-shirt over his head and threw it across her floor.

Yes, God, please, more of that.

His chest and shoulders were sculpted muscle with a tribal tat that spread over his right pec onto his arm. Dark hair sprang from his chest, thinning into a tiny trail that disappeared below his belt.

He roughly pulled her top back off and before she could catch her breath, his head had dipped and his mouth was sucking hard on her nipple, bringing her back off the bed with a cry. Lights exploded behind her closed eyes as he teased and touched her chest.

When his fingers went to the snap of her jeans, she was more than happy to lift her hips and help him slide the tight denim down her legs. She wanted to get this show on the road and his dick deep inside her.

His mouth left her breasts and trailed down her stomach, sucking here, biting there. He finally buried his mouth between her legs, his mouth pressing through her cotton panties, making her wet. She wanted him to push aside that last little barrier and feel his mouth on her sensitive skin, but he was taking forever.

“God, Eric, will you just—oh, fuck!”

He’d ripped her panties off in one clasp of his fist, the sharp snap of breaking fabric against her flesh before his mouth covered her slit and his tongue was pressing between, licking and flicking against the sensitive nerves of her clit. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands as he drove her wild; clutch the comforter, tangle in her hair, slide and squeeze over her breasts. She was panting in delirious pleasure as he continued going down on her.

The man’s tongue is amazing!

As it moved like a whirlwind against her little bud, her legs started trembling and the muscles between her legs spasmed. Crying out loudly, she came hard, roaring. Her heels hit the mattress as she climbed higher and higher, his tongue never stopping, his mouth relentless in its mission to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had.

When she finally came down, her body a limp noodle of afterglow, she hummed.

Until she realized Eric’s warmth was gone and he was standing alongside the bed, putting his shirt back on.

“Where are you going?”

He pulled it into place, his dark gaze cutting through her like an iron, branding her memory.

“I told you. You can’t control me, Gracie Lou. I’m not your consolation prize to make yourself feel better or to bide your time until the right guy comes around.”

“I offered you sex with no strings attached. I didn’t call you a prize or say anything about there being a repeat event. This is a one-time only deal to get it out of our system.”

He kneeled one leg on the bed beside her, leaning over her as he cupped the back of her head.

“I don’t want you out of my system and I’m not going to be one of your Joes that you date, fuck, and forget. I’m going to make you crave me, to think about me and this until you want me so bad you’re begging me for it.”

The gentle kiss he placed on her forehead belied his harsh words. He was already out of her room before she collected herself to shout, “I’ll beg you when hell freezes over! You just lost your one shot, asshole!”

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