Page 65 of Cowboy of Convenience
She lifted one brow. “Are you telling me what to do?”
Grady didn’t seem deterred. “I am.” He stepped closer. “But only because I’m planning to make it in your best interest to listen to me.”
She actually didn’t mind listening to Grady. He did have the tendency to be a little bossy, but it was never for his own benefit. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a little bit of a hard time about it.
“I guess I’ll listen then.” She released her hold on the towel around her body, letting it slip to the floor at her feet. “Goodnight.” Evelyn turned, letting her hips sway a little more than normal as she made her way to the bed. Once she reached the edge of the mattress, she climbed on, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pillows, giving anyone behind her a full view of her pussy.
She only made it halfway up before a pair of strong hands gripped her ankles, stopping her and pinning her in place. Before she could blink, his mouth was on her, hot and demanding. The sensation was unexpected and overwhelming and sent her head dropping to the blankets. Grady’s grip moved to her thighs, spreading them wider as his tongue flicked against her clit with maddening accuracy.
“Grady.” She clawed at the blankets, fisting her fingers in the fabric as fire licked through her body, flaming to an inferno within seconds. Her thighs started to shake and suddenly Grady’s mouth was gone, leaving her hanging and frustrated. The sound that came out of her was half scoff, half sob.
Grady chuckled, his strong hands coming to her hips. “Sounds like you forgot the way this was going to work.” He flipped her over, the smug line of his mouth dropping to her breast, drawing the puckered nipple deep.
She hooked one leg around his, trying to fight to get him closer so she could use his body to ease the need ruling her thoughts. But Grady held firm, his wicked mouth continuing to make her suffering worse with every passing second. Each draw of his mouth at her breast echoed between her thighs. Each drag of his tongue made her body clench, pulling tighter and tighter until she was ready to snap.
“What’s wrong, Ev?” He offered her nipple one last pull before moving to the other one, her nails digging into his skin when he lightly dragged his teeth across the neglected tip. “You seem frustrated.”
She gritted her teeth, managing to find enough focus to answer, “I’m trying to figure out how I ever thought you were a nice man.”
Grady chuckled, his deep voice reverberating between them as he nosed his way up her neck. “Seems like you might be as bad of a judge of character as I’ve been lately.” His lips trailed along the line of her jaw. “Is this your way of tellin’ me you don’t like being teased?”
His question was sobering and took a little of the edge off the intense desire to climax. “I don’t know what I like.”
What she liked hadn’t really mattered before, outside of the fact that she liked her freedom. Sex was just a tool she hoped would procure it long term.
But it turned out that it was all for nothing. Her freedom had never been on the line. She’d based her life on false assumptions and misbeliefs.
And she didn’t want to do that anymore.
Grady nipped at the lobe of her ear. “That sounds like an opportunity if I’ve ever heard one.” His voice was warm and deep as his lips moved against her skin. “Because I’d be more than happy to help you figure it out.”
Evelyn arched under him, trying to get the feeling from earlier to come back. “Maybe you’re a nice guy after all.”
Grady rose up, stealing the weight of his body as he went to his knees. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” He reached for one of the small, built-in nightstands as his eyes moved down her splayed body. “But I’m guessing the number of times I’ve imagined you just like this makes it unlikely anyone would call me nice.”
She rubbed her lips together as her belly twisted tight. “You’ve imagined me like this?” It was flattering and fed the part of her that was desperate for connection. Hopeful that one day she’d be able to have something real with someone who wanted her. Someone she wanted back. It had been a pipe dream for so long. But now that she was facing it down, the reality of it was a little overwhelming. A little scary.
"More times than I can count." He tore open the packet in his hand, tossing it to one side before rolling the condom down his length. "And after seeing how fucking perfect you look in my bed, I can promise you I’ll be imagining it twice as much." He leaned forward, bracing one hand against the mattress beside her head. "Unless you don't like me thinkin’ of you this way."
She swallowed hard as the twist in her belly tightened, the feeling foreign and a little frightening.
Grady was so many things. He was bossy. Hard-working and smart. Funny and ridiculously gorgeous. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was also nice. Nice enough that he would offer to quit fantasizing about her if she wasn't okay with it.
It made her eyes burn and her chest ache and it made it difficult as hell to focus on the need that was clawing at her just minutes ago. She wanted that back. Needed it to soften the edge of everything else happening inside her.
"I guess I can let it slide." Evelyn looped one leg around his waist, flexing hard enough to bring his body to hers. "As long as you don't mind me thinking about you like this."
Grady brushed his nose against hers in a tender touch. "I would prefer it, actually."
She sucked in a breath as the wide head of his cock pressed against her core. "I guess you’ll just have to make sure you do a good enough job that I’ll want to keep thinking about it."
Grady eased down onto one elbow, the warm width of his chest pressing into her. "I don't think that’ll be a problem." His knees widened, bracing his big body as he pressed forward, stretching her inch by glorious inch.
And she was struggling to enjoy it the way she planned, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that had her both on the verge of tears and desperate to have him as close as possible. Pleasure no longer mattered like it did before.
This was about something else. Something she both wanted to claim and run from as fast as she could.
Grady's forehead fell to hers, his eyes closing as his jaw clenched. "Christ, you're tight." He worked one hand between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit. "You've gotta relax, Sweetheart, or this isn’t gonna be fun for either of us."
