“I guess there’s only one thing we can do.”
The words had barely left her mouth when she was back in my arms, and we were kissing once again. Damn, she felt fucking incredible. I’d watched my brothers fall for their ol’ ladies and the way they’d moved mountains to claim them. At the time, I didn’t get it. I thought they were crazy to get tied down to just one woman, but now, I finally understood why. Everything about Kiersten, from her sheer will and determination to her dark brown eyes and warm smile had me spiraling in ways I never had before.
She’d cast some kind of spell on me, and I’d let myself get drawn in. Now, the time had come for me to decide what I’d do about it. I could take a chance with her or walk away before things got even more complicated. The decision might’ve been easier if she didn’t feel so fucking good in my arms again. I pulled back from our embrace and said, “I’m gonna fuck this up.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.”
“You need to be sure about this. You’ve got a lot on the line here, and I—”
Before I could finish, she whispered, “Country, stop. I’m sure. I want this just as much as you do.”
“No, Country is for my brothers. When it’s just you and me, call me Grayson.”
“Grayson,” she whispered.
Unable to wait any longer, I slipped my arm around Kiersten’s waist and drew her closer as I lowered my mouth to hers. I couldn’t believe how good she felt—like her body was meant to be next to mine. When she inched her way closer, I was done. I delved deeper, tasting and teasing her, driving us both crazy with need. I felt a smile creep along her lips as her hands slowly drifted over my chest. She knew she was getting to me, and she liked it. “You’re an evil, evil woman.”
“What can I say?” she purred. “You bring it out in me.”
“Is that right? Well, let’s see what else you’ve got.”
I lowered my hands to her hips and lifted her. The second I took a step forward, her legs instinctively made their way around my waist. My breath caught when she grazed her center against my throbbing erection. Knowing there was just a tiny piece of fabric between us was driving me crazy and hearing all her little moans and whimpers sent my desire for this woman rushing through me like a fucking wildfire. When we finally made it up to Kiersten’s room, I carried her over to the foot of the bed and slowly lowered her feet to the floor.
Those beautiful wanton eyes met mine once again, and I warned her, “This isn’t going to be like it was in the bar. I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to fuck you long and hard, and when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you again.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, she pulled the t-shirt over her head and stood before me with her perfect, bare breasts and black lace panties, waiting for me to make my move. Damn, I’d never seen a more incredible sight. From head to toe, the woman was positively flawless. Just looking at her made it difficult to keep it together, and seeing that spark of eagerness only made it even more so as I kicked off my boots and removed my shirt.
I dropped my hands to her waist and slowly lowered her sexy little body onto the bed. Impatient for more, her hands quickly dropped to her hips as she slowly slid her panties, inch by inch, down her long legs. Kiersten’s eyes never left mine as she kicked them off the bed. She lay there, her naked body sprawled across the quilt as she waited for me to come to her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“Show me.”
“Oh, I am. You can fucking count on it.”
With that, the dam broke, and all my resistance was washed away. I had to have her. My eyes drifted down her body, her delicious curves calling me as I lowered myself onto the bed next to her. Goosebumps rose along her skin as I began tracing the slope of her breast with my fingertips. She was stunning, every damn inch of her. My mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nipping gently at her soft skin before traveling to her collarbone and then her breast. I rolled my tongue around her nipple and watched with satisfaction as her back arched off the bed, silently pleading for more. I trailed kisses along her stomach ever so slowly, teasing her before settling myself between her legs. I hovered over her, teasing her sensitive flesh with the heat of my breath. She arched her back and shifted her hips as she pleaded, “Grayson, please.”