He pulled back and searched her eyes. His were fiery and intense. “Even if that means giving me complete, unrestricted access to every inch of your body?” Another pause, then a deliberate, “Say yes, Faith.”
A heat wave washed her sex. Tension pulled her muscles taut. Still, her lips formed the word, “Yes.”
His hand closed in her hair and pulled her head back. A sting radiated through her scalp. A cry of surprise rolled from her throat and she fell back onto her elbows. Grant leaned further over her, pushing his erection harder against the need throbbing angrily between her legs.
“You’re going to let me fuck you any way I want? Any time I want?”
She couldn’t think straight, but the way she felt right now, with him pressed against her sex even with clothes on...that was a big affirmative. “Yes.”
He gripped her jaw with the hand braced on the table, making him list forward. Making him press harder into her. His gaze darkened, hardened and heated, but a sliver of panic still lived there. “You’re going to let me fuck you with my hands. You’re going to let me fuck you with my mouth. You’re going to let me fuck you with my cock.” He paused. “You’re going to let me fuck you with any other random thing I decide will bring you screaming orgasmic pleasure.”
Holy hell. Her body was completely wigging out on her. Lust surged through her system, almost too much to handle. “Please.”
He tightened his hand on her face and shook her. “Say. Yes. Faith.”
“Yes, yes. Please. Yes.”
“Fuck.” He jerked his hand from her face and fisted her hair again, with an angry, “You’re supposed to say no.”
“Feels so good.” She exhaled, trying to control the wild need his dominant behavior pulled out of her. “I want it.”
He opened and closed the hand in her hair, restlessly, creating a fresh burn with every clench. Faith moaned and lifted her hips against his. Fire flashed in his eyes and he rocked against her.
“Yes...” she clasped one of his forearms. The hard muscles flexed and rolled beneath her hand. “Want you so—”
He lowered his head and attacked her mouth. His hips hammered against hers and the pressure released a shaft of ecstasy through her lower body. Her mouth went lax and Grant drove his tongue in, found hers and stroked, circled, teased, while his hips rocked and pulsed. He sucked her lips in turn. Scraped them between his teeth until she winced. He ate at her and ate at her while she simply struggled to keep up. While the excitement in her body rose and her back arched and the need to find the peak intensified.
And as his own passion rose, his grasp on her hair grew tighter, the burn in her scalp hotter, his thrusts harder. He finally pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You like rough...” he panted. “So fucking hot... Never would have guessed...”
Neither would she. But he wasn’t the only one feeling a little insane. She had to be a little crazy to agree to what she’d agreed to.
Grant dipped his head again, but this time focused on her breasts and stroked his tongue across one bud. Liquid heat spread through Faith’s chest and her sex at the same time. Her mouth dropped open, her fingers curled into fists and her eyes rolled back in her head. Then he closed his mouth over her nipple, and sucked.
Faith moaned and shivered. She rolled up, leaned into one arm and lifted the other, threading her fingers into his hair. “Grant...” she moaned at his temple, “God...”
He scraped his teeth over her nipple, then bit down in teasing pulses while he used his fingers on her other breast. The sensations were wildly excruciating, drawing Faith to the edge of orgasm.
“Take me...upstairs...” she begged.
He pulled his mouth away from her body, turned his head and kissed her again, stealing her breath. He used the other hand to spread the wetness of his mouth over her breast, teasing her nipple over and over and over, creating a whole new kind of slick friction. His tongue stroked and plunged and spiraled against Faith’s until he finally broke for air. But then he went right back to work on her other breast.
Her whimper for relief fell on deaf ears. Faith’s vision blurred, her head swam. She’d never known she could want someone so badly. Never guessed a desire so intense lived inside her, but, she was wild with need.
“Oh my God...” she said, breathless. “Can’t take any more.”
“You can,” he told her, his tone short and final. “And you will.”
Then he teased and tortured her right over the edge into what felt like a mini orgasm. A wholly unsatisfying and superficial orgasm that barely scratched the surface of her need and left her even hungrier than before. The tension drained from her muscles, and Faith slumped back on the wide table, resting her shoulders against the wall while she caught her breath.
But Grant didn’t take a break. “That’s a good start.”
His hands went right for her jeans, popping the button, pushing at the zipper. He tugged them off her legs, fighting and swearing when the wet denim suctioned to her skin. She pushed herself forward long enough to grab a handful of his tee. Then battled with him to give up the cotton until he let her pull it off over his head. And while Faith suffered another heat wave at the sight of all his muscle and bronze skin, Grant focused on her white bikini panties.
All it took was one pass of those big, warm hands over her thighs to rekindle her need. And when his touch passed between her legs and over her sex, her lust spiked. Then his fingers were gone, leaving Faith throbbing again.
Just when she was about to complain, he gripped the low waistband of her panties and curled it around his fingers. He hooked his other hand under one knee and dragged her thighs wide. Faith laid her hands flat on the table for balance. She was in no position to do anything more than watch him study her sex. Watch him pull her panties taut. Watch him work the fabric into the folds until her swollen clit pressed taut against the silk.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “That is juicy perfection right there.”