“And I want you to do it your way,” she said, dropping his shirt and sliding her hands underneath, across his skin. Her cold fingers made him flinch but still created a sizzle in his body. One that cut straight to his cock. She curved her arms around his waist, pressed that awesome little body against his, and looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes. “I want you to talk as dirty as you fight, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you play.”
Another jolt of lust slammed through his body and hardened his cock. But he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand under her jaw to grip her face hard enough to make her draw a bre
ath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I want to know.” Fire burned in her eyes, and her fingers dug into his back. “I want you to show me.”
God, he wanted to show her. Wanted to show her every carnal detail involved in fucking. But… “Baby, I’m pretty sure my definition of fucking and yours are on alternate planes of reality.”
Her eyes darkened, and her jaw tightened. One of her hands came around and pushed between them to work open the button on his jeans, then slide the zipper, all while she never took her gaze off his. “Then bring me over to the dark side. Or is your schedule too booked up to give a girl a few fucking lessons?”
He released her jaw and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Stop saying that. It’s… God, it makes me insane.”
Her small hand slipped into his jeans and beneath his boxers, then closed around his cock. The combination of cold and pressure shocked a jerk through his whole body, and he swore. Then she opened her lips and took his fingers into her warm mouth.
All the sensations overloaded his circuits.
He pulled his hand from her mouth, wrapped it around the back of her neck, and dragged her mouth to his. With the other arm at her waist, he drew her against him, tasted her deeply, and groaned with all the frustration and need that had built up over the last week. She kissed him back far more openly, more hungrily than she had the first time, and the feel of her wanting him so passionately blew a fuse.
Grant lifted her off her feet. The move dragged her hand from his jeans, and she broke the kiss on a gasp.
“Grant, your shoulder. Put me down.”
A sweet pang tugged inside him. No one but Dwayne had asked about his shoulder, not even his parents. He found her neck with his lips as he climbed the stairs and dragged her up his body until she wrapped her legs around his hips. “My shoulder can handle you.”
She was cold and wet and sent shivers over his entire body.
“You’re cold,” he muttered against her skin.
“Only on the outside.”
When he reached the top of the stairs, Grant stepped over his jacket and paused to drag at her tee, pulling it off over her head. He dropped it in a soggy clump on the floor. She wore a white bra with lace edges. Her breasts were round and plump, and he trailed his fingers over the curve of one, loving the way her puckered nipples stood out against the silk.
“Oh, man, I was so wrong.” He slid his fingers up her chest, her neck, and around to her nape again before meeting her eyes. “Fast isn’t going to work with you. I’m definitely going to have to take my time.”
7
Faith couldn’t seem to pull in enough air. Or maybe she’d lost the blood supply to her brain. All she knew was her head felt light and dizzy, and she couldn’t think straight with Grant’s erection pressed between her legs. Even with two layers of denim between them, his heat burned through, and she was dying to feel him more intimately.
With Grant carrying her, one hand supporting the middle of her back, he crossed the sales floor at a snail’s pace, preoccupied with stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples. This wasn’t what she’d expected. Faith had expected a wild flurry of wall-banging, animalistic sex once she’d told him what she wanted. But as she gripped his tee to keep from falling backward, he was focused on her breasts as if they were the Holy Grail or held the secret to the universe or something. And every slide of his finger over her nipple felt like a stroke between her legs and made her wriggle and moan.
“Sensitive,” he murmured, slipping his finger beneath the clasp between her breasts and flicking it open.
The silk fell aside, exposing her. A sudden sense of vulnerability made her shiver. He hummed with pleasure at the sight and cupped one breast with his whole hand, squeezing and stroking. Brushing her nipple with his thumb. The touch was like lightning through her core, darting straight between her legs and pushing a whimper from her throat. By the time he reached the door leading to her apartment on the opposite side of the store, Faith thought she might be on the edge of orgasm. All she could think about was the ache between her legs and the way it pulsed as quickly as her heartbeat. Knew how badly she needed to sate the need clawing deep at her core.
But instead of opening her door and taking her upstairs, Grant lifted her to the edge of the shipping counter along the back wall. Shoving tape and scissors and pens aside, he laid her back across the wide, solid wooden surface that had been a fixture at the store as long as she’d been alive. Faith had to prop herself up with her elbows to keep her head from hitting the wall, which rendered her hands useless. And when Grant straightened and stared down at her, raking her with those hot, hungry eyes, she was sure she’d never felt more exposed, more helpless, more excited, or more beautiful.
“Take me upstairs,” she told him, her voice breathy with the effort. “The door’s unlocked.”
“Not yet.” He put both hands at her waist, slid them up to her breasts, and cupped. Molded. Stroked.
“Grant, I want—”
He met her eyes and brushed both nipples with all five fingers of each hand. The shock of pleasure tingled over the flesh of her breasts first, followed a millisecond later by deep, penetrating pleasure. Pleasure that transferred directly between her legs and made her lift her hips to rub against him while a low, hungry sound vibrated in her throat and her eyes fell closed.
“What—exactly—do you want, Faith?” His voice was low, raspy, and serious, with an edge of darkness. “Because I thought I knew what I wanted when I came. And since I’ve touched you, that’s totally changed.”
She forced her eyes open and pushed up on her hands. “What…do you mean?”