“Jesus, Grant. What the hell was that? And why did that feel so good?”
I flashed my finest panty-slayer grin and said, “Ready for the other side?”
For the next second, she seemed to have a battle with herself. And she seemed to snap together the truth: that it truly had felt good. Why would she deny herself pleasure?
“All right. Do your best, Tree.”
Fucking hell. My cock swelled at once from her sassy answer. It was always the surprising things with this woman that sent me over the edge. That was just another thing I loved about her.
And hell yes, I said loved. I could admit it to myself, at least. I was absolutely, irretrievably, in love with Rio Gibson. I’d known it for some time, actually. I might have even known it, in some crazy and deep place, the day she came kicking ass into my world in her fourteen-hole Dr. Martens, jeans that looked like she was waiting on or wading through a flood, and a black Psychedelic Furs T-shirt.
Before then, I had long figured I’d end up with someone who was safe and boring, or more likely than anything, that I would never fall in love with at all. Needless to say, all of this was a stunner of a revelation—so, waiting to tell her felt important. It had to be worth the wait. I just hoped I didn’t slip up in the heat of the moment like I almost did again today.
I wanted Rio to be my one and only. So when I did finally feel safe enough to tell her my whole truth, I wanted it to be the perfect setup. The perfect location, the perfect music playing in the background, the perfect everything. Like she was for me. I wanted her to know in that moment that I was in this for the long haul. That I was her forever guy.
Chapter Six
Rio
“I’m going to…”
I sucked in as much air as possible between declarations and moans, all while thinking I hoped these walls were really damn thick. Otherwise, we were really giving Grant’s neighbors an earful this afternoon.
“Yeah…give it to me, baby,” Grant encouraged with a raspy quality to his voice that just added to my arousal. “Come for me, Blaze.” He looked up from between my thighs, his lips and chin glistening in the afternoon sunlight that was coming in through the slider. Even the tip of his nose was wet, and I gasped again. He was a beast today, and I definitely wasn’t complaining. God, I’d missed him—and, I freely admitted, his powerfully talented tongue.
When I settled from my climax, I held my arms out to him and made a squeezing gesture with my hands. It was something I did on occasion when I wanted him to hold me or hug me. Anything that involved me in his arms. It was such a move forward for me though, wanting to be held and touched by someone. It had taken a long time to get to that point with Sean, so to already be that comfortable with Grant said a lot about how much I trusted him and how connected we were.
He prowled up my body with lust and hunger in his eyes.
“Take these off,” I said, tugging at the joggers he continued to wear. “Give me what I want, Mr. Twombley.” His erection was making an obscene tent in front, and I wondered why he was still wearing the things at all.
“Holy shit, woman. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said, playfully capturing my hands and pinning them above my head. “You okay here?” He glanced pointedly up to our joined hands, then back to check in for my response.
“Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Fine.”
The kiss I received for that answer was slow, seductive, and teasing until I was whimpering with need. Again. He was getting really good at reducing me to wordlessness.
“My God,” I gasped when we parted. “What are you doing to me?”
“Turning you into a slut, apparently.” His eyes were the blue of a tropical bay. Fun, magical, and promising all at the same time.
“But only for you.”
“Ahhhh. Right answer,” he said through his sexiest grin. Then came another rewarding kiss, this time clear about his climbing urgency. Not that I wasn’t aware already. The erection pressing into my belly was so incredibly hard, I swore I could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his length.
A simple thought, but it made me a thousand kinds of ready, as well. I wasted no time giving the man a saucy eye roll before bemoaning, “What does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?”
Grant’s blues gained new fire. That didn’t stop him from instantly supplying, “Well, baby, that girl has to beg.”
I gasped in mock surprise. “I’m sorry, sir?”
“Beg me,” he reiterated. “And make it good, Rio. Your very best begging. You know the way I like it. Keep your hands where they are, but I want your eyes right here on me while I undress for you.”
The heat in his gaze blossomed, already telling me what he hadn’t put into words. That he craved this connection as much as me. That in some key ways, this control returned what he’d been stripped of for so long.
Now, I was damn determined to give it all back to him. I couldn’t help heal his body, but maybe this part would be the salve he needed in his mind.
That thought flooded the forefront of my mind as Grant knelt up off my body. He scooted back enough to disrobe, starting with a clean whip of his shirt over his head.
At once, I gasped.
Of course, he anticipated my reaction. His tight expression told me so. He already knew that bruises still peppered his body from where those bastards had beaten him. But also across his features, there was the clear stamp of determination. That he refused to let the rainbow of his damage define what we could create in the sunshine of now.
“Baby, ssshhh. Stay here with me. They’re old, okay? They don’t hurt, and I don’t want to think about any of that bullshit right now. I want to feel your skin on mine. All of it. But I can put the shirt back on if it’s going to be an issue.”
Shaking my head, I gave him my answer before my voice would cooperate. Finally, I was able to say, “No. Please don’t cover yourself. I want to feel you touching me too. I’ve missed it so much, Grant.”
I watched, completely enraptured, as he took his pants off next. His erection strained toward me like it knew the way home. With open legs, I welcomed him. My arms were still stretched high above my head in his verbal bondage, and as he moved over me once more, he took his cock in hand. I was mesmerized as he stroked himself roughly and tightly.
“Please fuck me,” I said softly. “Put that gorgeous cock in me and make me feel like only you can. Grant…oh, God…I’m begging you, please.” I wriggled with anticipation because it seemed like it had been an entire month since we’d been intimate even though it had only been ten days.
“More.” My lover growled, and I responded with a confused expression. What did he want from me? Because if I knew, he’d have it right away. My surrender. My worship. My heart. Every depth of my soul.
“Give me more than that, Rio. When I tell you to beg me, do it and mean it.”
“But…I do mean it,” I whimpered.
“Yeah?” he teased while rubbing the dark head of his penis through the slick flesh at my core. “Okay, so tell me. How bad do you want this cock?”
I threw my head back. “Soooo bad. So fucking bad. Please.”