Page 63 of Sizzling Desire

She lets out a shuddering breath, her hands skimming up my chest, around my neck.

I don’t wait. I kiss her.

Deep. Slow. Desperate.

Her fingers dig into my back, her body pressinginto mine like she’s trying to crawl inside me, like sheneedsthis just as much as I do.

I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist, her back pressing against the shower wall.

She gasps, arching into me. “Kane?—”

“I’m right here,” I murmur against her lips. “Always.”

Her breath shudders out, and when I look at her, her eyes are glassy, her expression unreadable.

Grace's hands roamed over my chest, her touch electric, as if she is trying to memorize every inch of me. My body responds, my desire for her flaring to life, a familiar heat pooling in my groin. I lower my lips to hers, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, a slow, sensual dance that leaves us both breathless.

Grace's fingers dig into my shoulders, her body pressing against mine, a silent plea for more. I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, her back pressing against the shower wall. The hot water continues to cascade over us, a sensual backdrop to our passionate embrace.

“I need you,” she demands.

I growl low in my throat, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place, “I’m here, Gracie. Always.”

Our lips meet again, a feverish kiss that leaves us both wanting more. My hands roam over her body, my fingers exploring every curve, every inch of her soft, wet skin.

Her breath quickens, her body arching into my touch, a silent invitation. I respond, my hands sliding down to cup her breasts, my thumbs teasing her nipples, now hard and erect.

She moans, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, Kane.”

My control snaps, my desire for her overwhelming. I lift her, bringing her to the edge of the shower bench, her legs still wrapped around me. With a gentle thrust, I enter her, filling her inone smooth motion.

Grace cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body trembling as she adjusts to my size. I instantly worry I’m hurting her. “Are you okay?”

The sinister smile she gives me tells me she’s doing just fine. “Oh, yeah. Don’t stop.”

I begin to move, my thrust slow and deliberate, each one elicits a soft moan from her. The steamy air, the sound of the water, and the feel of her body beneath me heightens my senses, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.

“Kane, please,” she begs.

I oblige, my pace quickening, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. I’m claiming her and our baby.

Grace’s moans turn to cries, her body trembling as she nears her peak. “Come for me, Gracie. Let go.”

Her body convulses around me, her release a powerful wave that send me over the edge with her. I thrust two more times before spilling into her, my own release a shuddering, exquisite surrender.

We remain entangled, our hearts pounding, our breath mingling in the steamy air. I hold her close, my lips pressed to her temple, my body still buried deep within her. “I love you, Gracie. Always have, always will.”

The wedding rehearsal should be simple. Walk down the aisle, stand in the right spot, don’t mess up Hudson and Kate’s big moment. I’ve fought fires, been trapped in burning buildings, seen my fair share of close calls. This? This should be a breeze.

Except it’snot.

Because Grace is right over there, and she looks incredible.

She’s standing across the room, laughing at something Kate just said, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over one shoulder,her lips full, her eyes bright. She lookshappy, and damn if it doesn’t hit me right in the chest.

I should be focusing on what the wedding planner—Riley, who I’m convinced, was a drill sergeant in a past life—has been repeating for the last ten minutes, but my brain has officially checked the hell out.

Because all I can think about is Grace.

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