Page 37 of Marked for Danger

She’d dropped a bomb of mega proportions on him back in the living room, and now the ball was in his court. As far as Izzy was concerned, the reigns were his to use and she was simply along for the ride.

And what a ride it’s going to be.

Letting him remain in control, she watched and waited as he slid the shirt from his broad shoulders. The soft material fell to the floor, but neither paid it any attention.

Grady’s eyes, smoldering with passion, locked onto hers. Izzy feltl her body respond instantly, the yearning she felt for his touch surging through her. Their connection was undeniable, a force that drew them together from that very first meeting.

She’d just been too blind to believe she deserved it.

But after seeing Olly again, after fighting for him to see his worth, Izzy realized she should take her own advice. Life was short. Tonight was a very real reminder of that, and she was done living with her head in the sand while everyone else around her thrived.

I want this. I deserve this. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Unable to resist any longer, Izzy reached out and ran her fingertips along the defined lines of Grady’s chest and abs. Those muscles flexed, and she loved how his body responded to her touch.

Grady let out a low groan, his eyes darkening with desire as he shed the rest of his own clothes. Izzy’s breath caught in her throat, the sight of his naked form, powerful and unyielding, making her ache as if she had never had him before.

His impressive erection jutted toward her, and though she knew what it felt to have him buried deep inside her, Izzy felt her knees begin to tremble with unbridled need.

Without a word, he moved closer, invading her space in order to begin undressing her. Helping him along, Izzy took over unbuttoning and unzipping her black dress pants, pushing them and her panties down the length of her legs in one swift motion.

Following Grady’s lead, she lifted her arms in the air, making it easier for him to slip the thin white blouse she’d chosen for the day up and over her head. He tossed it aside, immediately going for the front clasp of her lacey bra.

Izzy’s ample breasts spilled free with a flick of his fingers, the delicate scrap of material sliding off her shoulders under the guidance of his strong, calloused hands.

“So beautiful.” The compliment rumbled through her. She knew this moment was different for her, but now..

He feels it, too.

Grady reached for her, his palms filling with the perky globes. The room filled with Izzy’s moans, and she closed her eyes and arched into his touch.

Using his thumbs and forefingers, he playfully tweaked her nipples as his mouth took hers in a slow, devouring kiss. With their tongues swirling in an erotic dance, they each used the precious moment to explore.

She was familiar with nearly every inch of his muscular form, but like everything else about this moment, Izzy felt as if she was touching him for the very first time.

In a way, she was.

Grady swiftly lifted her into his arms a second time, carefully laying her in the center of the bed. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light coming from the half-opened curtains hanging on the windows across the room.

The mattress dipped from his weight as he crawled onto the bed beside her. Grady’s eyes never left hers as his hands traced nearly every inch of her exposed skin.

It was slow. Torturous. His touch setting her ablaze as he stared down at her with a hungry gaze.

When he was finished with the pulse-spiking tease, Grady shifted himself so his body covered hers. The skin-on-skin contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core She could feel his desire, hard and urgent, pressing against her thigh.

Their kisses grew more fervent, their tongues entwining with a desperate hunger. Together, their bodies moved in a perfect synchrony, a passionate dance that left them both breathless.

And he wasn’t even inside her yet.

Grady’s hand trailed down Izzy’s body, teasing her again with more feather-light touches that drove her wild with need. A soft gasp escaped Izzy’s lips as he reached the apex of her thighs.

She was hot and wet, her body ready and willing for him to take her, but Grady continued taking his time in the most delicious of ways.

His fingers explored her most intimate folds. Like every other second of this pivotal moment in time, he took his time playing her body as if it had been designed solely for his pleasure.

He circled her clit with his thumb, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Izzy’s back arched, her nails digging into Grady’s back as she surrendered herself completely to the sensations he was evoking within her.

Unable to bear the ache any longer, Izzy lifted her hips and pressed her core against his steely rod. Taking the hint—thank God—Grady reached between their bodies and positioned himself at her entrance.

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