She took him deep in one long plunge. Pleasure spiked through his cock, up his back, down his legs. “Motherfucker.”
The possibility of being discovered added another thrilling layer to the erotic act, and her delicious hums of pleasure made him realize the taboo of public sex was jazzing her too.
And wasn’t that just fucking blistering hot?
But he needed more than physical pleasure with her. A lot more.
He released the door and gently eased her head back, drawing his length from her mouth. The sight of his cock sliding between her lips almost tipped him back over the edge. But he gripped her arms and pulled her to her feet.
“Baby…” he said, trying to catch his breath, “talk to me.”
Her brows pulled in a little crease and her lower lip pooched out in a maddeningly adorable display of disappointment. “What’s with you and talking? You never wanted to talk before.”
“Which is why I want to talk now. Not talking before kept us apart.”
She swayed into him, kissed his lips, then trailed kisses across his jaw and down his neck. “I really don’t want to talk, Josh. All I want you to know…” She tilted her head and started back up the other side of his neck. “Is that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”
A tingle of unease burned along his ribs. He gripped her jaw and drew her gaze to his. “Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Something always happens.”
“Not this time.” He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, yanked his jeans into place with the other, and started toward a side door. But a strange and new insecurity floated inside him now, the sensation of losing her when they’d finally just found each other again.
At his room, he pulled the key card from his wallet and faced the door. Grace slipped her arms around him from behind, pressed her body against his, laid her forehead to the indention of his spine, and just held him.
Josh unlocked the door and held it open with his foot, then turned and wrapped her in his arms. Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he lifted her mouth to his and kissed her as they made their way inside.
“God, I love the way you kiss,” he murmured against her lips. “Can’t get enough.”
“And I love the way you feel.” Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt and stroked his belly and chest. “Can’t wait to get my hands on that body of yours.”
Her hands slipped under his shirt, and her stroke tingled over the skin of his belly like electricity. “Baby, I let you have control last night.” He backed her toward the side of the bed, bent his knees, swept his hands up her thighs, and eased her dress over her hips, then braced one knee on the bed and laid her back. “Tonight, it’s my turn.”
He pressed one hand between her legs, covering her mound. She sipped a gasp and arched her back. “Oh, God…”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he murmured, thrumming with the anticipation of making her as crazy as she made him.
He kissed her breastbone where her ribs joined, and continued to create a hot, deliberate path toward her belly button. Her hands threaded into his hair. Her hips lifted into his hand. The beauty of it, of having his Grace beneath him, was almost too much to believe. But all he had to do was open his eyes, see her beautiful body spread out on the bed beneath him, bathed in moonlight spilling through the window, and he knew it was real.
He lifted the other knee to the bed, spread his hands across her flat belly, and let them sweep up, dragging her dress overhead and exposing a lace bra that matched her tiny panties.
Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her gently. “This will never change, Grace. Me loving you will never change.”
Josh kissed a line down the middle of her body until he reached her panties, then opened his mouth over the lace covering her pussy and breathed long and hot. Grace groaned, the sound a languid plea for more. He kissed her through the lace. Licked her. Another soft moan from her throat heated his blood. He spread his hands over her thighs and pressed her legs wide, rubbing his face over her soft pussy. She smelled spicy and sultry and musky. Delicious.
He tugged the lace away from her sweet spot and found her pussy bare. Completely and totally bare. His cock hitched against his jeans.
“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed, then licked, and moaned at the taste of her—sweet, tangy, hot. And licked again. Deeper. “Mmm.”
“Oh, shit…” Her hips rocked and wiggled. Her hands fisted in his hair. The sights and sounds of her pleasure turned his blood to jet fuel. He gripped the panties at her hip, and with one pull, the flimsy fabric snapped.
“Oh my God.” Grace gasped. “You ripped them? Those are expensive.”
“Now who’s concerned about rules? I’ll make it worth your while,” he said before covering her pussy with his mouth. And, oh God, yeah, this was what he wanted. Warm, soft, erotic…
“Fuck,” she choked out, back arching of the bed. “Oh my God… Josh.”
Hearing her scream his name was a wild aphrodisiac. He growled with lust, opened his eyes, and watched her fall back on the bed, arms overhead, fisting her hair. Her head rolled back and forth, her back arched, her hips writhed. And the sounds that scraped from her throat set fire to all that fuel inside him.