Page 62 of Her Baby, Her Badge

The kiss was instantly hungry, jumping right out of foreplay and into something with an edge. An edge that was demanding the sex happen now. Dutton was all for that, but he wanted Grace to take the lead in case there were some restrictions.

However, if restrictions existed, Grace was showing no signs of it. Kissing him as if he was the cure for, well, everything, she backed him toward the bed, then lightly pushed him back onto the bed. She didn’t break the kiss when she landed on top of him, all without breaking the kiss.

She didn’t waste any time going after his belt, and with her clever hands, she got it undone, all the while touching him and firing up the heat even more. Dutton decided to do some firing up of his own, and he yanked open the bathrobe.

And found a naked woman.

Fully naked. And despite the fire urging him on, he took a moment just to savor the sight of her. Her breasts. Her belly. And her center, where she straddled him.

“Perfect,” he muttered.

She made a yeah-right sound that he would have almost certainly disputed, but she kissed him again, lowered his zipper and slid her hand into his boxers. That gave him a jolt and he went rock-hard. Instantly ready, too, so he had to do more reining in just so he could stretch out the pleasure.

Dutton pulled her down to his side and immediately leaned in so he could kiss her breasts. Her stomach, too. And then he went lower, lower, lower, his mouth trailing over her skin until he reached the prize. She moaned, throwing her head back against the mattress and lifting her hips.

Yeah, this was stretching out the pleasure, alright.

And he would have no doubt continued to stretch it until she climaxed, but Grace made a sound of protest and moved away from him. Not far. Just so she could remove his shirt. Then, she tackled his jeans, boots and boxers. She didn’t stop until she had him fully undressed.

Grace took a moment, too, her gaze combing over his naked body, and she must have liked what she saw because she smiled. Their gazes met. Held. And in that moment, so many thingspassed between them. Things he wanted said aloud, but that would have to wait until they sated this need that was clawing away at them.

She had a cure for the need. And it was a surefire one. Grace pushed him back on the bed and followed on top of him. With the eye contact still in place, she took him inside her.

The sensations were instant. Hot. And almost overwhelming.

She paused a moment, to let them both settle, to allow her body to adjust. And then she began to move. Slowly at first. So slowly. Stretching out the moments until all he could feel was wave after wave of pleasure.

Just when Dutton thought he could take no more, Grace gave him more. By moving faster, taking him deeper into her body. Revving up everything. The heat. The need. And their bodies’ demand for release. He held on, waiting until he felt her climax. Until he felt her muscles squeeze against the full length of his erection. Then, he waited some more. Held out as long as he could.

Before Dutton let Grace finish him off.

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Grace was havingan amazing dream. One where she was having the best sex of her life with Dutton. Then again,bestwas the key word when it came to making love with Dutton. That’s why she was sliding into the dream, letting it play out while the heat consumed her.

But then, a sound woke her up.

Muttering a profanity under her breath, she slapped at the nightstand, the usual place for her phone. It was there, alright, but it wasn’t her nightstand. That’s when she remembered she was in the guest bed at Dutton’s and that Dutton was still there.

Naked.

And she was snuggled in his arms.

No wonder she’d had the dream, and one look at his amazing face and body made her want to kiss him and go for another round of that great sex. But the phone didn’t stop ringing, and it had woken him, too, so she reluctantly eased away from him and picked up her phone. Her heart got a jolt of a different kind when she saw her mother’s name on the screen.

Since it hadn’t been too long since Cassie had kidnapped Aileen and tried to kill them all, her mother could be dealing with the aftermath of that. Or maybe Cassie had had a henchman after all… Grace stopped with the worst-case possibilities and answered the call on speaker. Dutton would no doubt want to hear this conversation, since he could see her screen as well, and he was already sitting up. And judging from his expression, he was also bracing for the worst.

“What’s wrong?” Grace immediately asked.

“I woke you,” Aileen was equally quick to say. “I’m sorry. I probably should have let you sleep.”

Grace checked the time and saw it was three in the afternoon. She’d been asleep for nearly five hours, and while her body felt as if it could use some more rest, that wasn’t a high priority now. Her mother was.

“What’s wrong?” Grace repeated, and she heard her mother gathering her breath.

“Nothing,” Aileen insisted. “Are you with Dutton?”

Grace still wasn’t convinced that nothing bad had happened, but her back went up a little at her mother’s question. She hoped this wasn’t about to turn into a lecture about her avoiding Dutton.

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