“Josh… God… Please…”
He knew exactly what she wanted. And he smiled as he eased her folds open, took her clit between his lips, and suckled.
Grace cried out and slapped one hand to the bed, fisting the comforter. “Jesus… Josh…”
Her body bowed, jerked, and tensed. Her head fell back, mouth dropped open, and her thighs clamped around his shoulders as her hips bucked against his mouth.
Her explosion was quick, hot, and intense, and Josh floated on the ecstasy of her pleasure. As the aftermath faded, her body went lax, and her thighs fell open around him.
He rested his chin on her belly, focused on pulling his own body back from the edge while he let her enjoy the postorgasm euphoria.
“Oh my God,” she breathed, tossing a forearm over her eyes. “You’re so good at that.”
An unexpected chuckle popped from his throat. He buried his face in her belly, which made her laugh too. “Why do you sound so shocked?”
“Because I’ve never… It’s never…been that damn good.”
His ego soared. His heart swelled. He crawled along her body, stroking the soft skin of her belly, sliding his finger along the edge of her bra, searching for the clasp. He found it between her breasts and flicked it open, spread the fabric, and stroked the perfect flesh.
“You were right.” Her comment brought his gaze up to her relaxed, gorgeous face. “That was totally worth the price of new panties.”
He leaned down and kissed her, long and slow. “Baby, I will buy you an unending supply of panties if that’s what it takes to get my mouth on your sweet pussy.”
“If I had the strength, I’d rip your shirt off.” She twisted, grabbed the edge of his tee and tugged, barely moving it an inch. “Help me get you naked.”
He ducked his head and let her pull his shirt off over his head. She made a purring sound in her throat that did crazy things to Josh’s gut. Propping herself up on her side, she pushed his shoulder down and rolled on top of him, then scooted down the bed, grabbing his jeans and boxers and pulled them off his legs at the same time.
“Hold on.” He caught his jeans before she tossed them aside, and dug around for his wallet. Then found the condom buried in there.
She took it from him. “That’s the best you can do? One?”
He raised his brows with a smirk and a shrug.
She stroked her hands over his body. Her touch created tingles everywhere. Then one hand closed around his cock, and the tingles turned electric, making Josh bow. “Ah, God…”
“This guy looks like he needs some attention.” She stroked his length, then lowered her head.
Josh caught her by the jaw before she closed her mouth around him. “Sweetheart, I won’t last, and I’d kill to get inside you right now.”
“That’s fierce.” A hot little grin tipped her mouth, and she picked up the condom, sliding her tongue over her lower lip. “I like fierce.” Then she narrowed her eyes at the package. “Why does this look like it’s been living in your wallet for a year?”
Josh stroked his hands up her sides, cupped and squeezed her breast. “Because it has.”
Her head tipped in the most adorable way. “Why?”
“Because one-night stands were easier when you were married, or I was leaving town the next day on an op.”
But she wasn’t off-limits anymore. And his op days were over.
For the first time in a year, that thought didn’t drag him down. He’d found that one woman he could promise tomorrow. Promise next week. Promise next month. He’d found the woman he could promise the rest of his life. And his yearning for those ops and his team vanished.
She tore the package, pulled out the condom, and carefully rolled it on. Josh fought to hold still, clutching her thigh to keep from rolling her to her back and plunging deep between her legs.
She slid one thigh across his hips and stroked the head of his cock over her slick entrance. “You do realize we’ll have to go out and get more of these tonight, right?”
He reached up, hooked his hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her down. She braced herself with a hand on his chest, and he kissed her deeply. “I’ll do anything you want, Gracie.”
“I want you to fill me. Now.”