Page 77 of Cowboy of Convenience
She couldn't help but smile. " Have I told you how much I like when you call me your wife?"
Grady shoved one hand into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a condom and slapping it on the counter. "You might've said something to that effect, yes." He gripped the front of his pajamas and yanked them down to expose his hard length.
Evelyn watched as he rolled the condom into place. "You’re awfully prepared for someone who just complained about me not wearing panties."
"It wasn't a complaint, Sweetheart." Grady dragged his fingers along her pussy, sucking in a breath as they slipped through the wetness already there. "I swear to God, Ev." His hand went to his cock, lining it up. "You make me want to get nothing done today." He flexed forward, spearing into her, sinking deep in one smooth motion that sent her head tipping back to rest against the open shelf behind it.
She braced one hand against the counter, trying to keep her body stable. "Are you saying that this is nothing?"
"You're not nothing, wife.” Grady's arm banded around her waist, pulling her close as his free hand came to the back of her head, lifting it from the edge of the shelf. “You’re everything."
His mouth claimed hers, tasting of coffee and promise. His tongue teased against hers as he rocked into her, each stroke deeper than the one before it. It was the hottest way she'd ever been fucked, but something about the angles wasn't quite lining up, and while it felt good, it also felt unproductive.
Grady's arm flexed at her back and he hefted her up. "Seems like kitchen counter sex isn’t going to be your favorite thing." He carried her over to the barstool she’d just vacated, dropping her into place before pulling her ass to the edge, sending her upper half against the leather back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, leaning forward to brace himself against the back of the chair.
The next slide of his body into hers hit differently. It dragged against a toe-curling spot inside her while also providing friction against her clit. The combination pulled an absolutely sinful sound from her lips.
Grady’s dark eyes met hers. "Better?"
She nodded, barely managing to agree. "Better."
Gripping her hips, he rolled them upward a little more as he leaned even closer. His next thrust had her moaning as the sensation of those perfect points of contact intensified.
"That is it." Grady gripped the back of the chair, holding it tight as he began to fuck her in steady, strong strokes that hit more spots than she knew she had.
Evelyn gripped the seat under her ass as her vision started to narrow and her ears started to ring. Every move of his body carried her higher until there was nowhere to go but down.
And she fell. Fast and willingly. His name on her lips as she shattered into a thousand pieces.
It was so much more than she ever knew sex could be. It was connected. It was consuming. It was engulfing—
The smell of something burning cut through the haze of afterglow. She opened her eyes, trying to straighten as she looked around. "I think something’s on fire."
Grady's face was buried in her hair. "Very funny."
Evelyn pushed at his chest as the scent grew stronger. "I'm serious, Grady. I smell smoke."
Grady leaned up, eyes going wide as they landed on the stove. "Shit." He pulled out of her, yanking the front of his pajama pants up to cover his dick and the used condom still wrapped over it as he raced around the island to grab the empty sausage pan from the burner. He looked from side to side like he was unsure where to take the smoking skillet.
Evelyn pointed at the front door. "Outside."
"Good call." He jogged to the front door and chucked the pan into the yard before turning to face her. "Next time, remind me to turn off the stove before I have my way with you."
"No promises." She slid off the stool, wiggling her T-shirt back down as she picked up one of the plates of now cool food and carried it to the microwave. "You're very distracting. There's a good chance I’d let the whole house burn down around me."
Grady ducked into the half-bath on the main floor, coming out a second later waving one hand in front of his face. "I think we need some fresh air." He went to the wall of windows at the back of the house and unlatched the lock before sliding two large sections apart.
Evelyn's jaw dropped. "Holy shit. Those are doors?"
“They are.” He pulled a screen from each side, joining them in the middle. "There's three sets, so I can get a pretty good cross-breeze going when the weather's nice." He came back to her side, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her lips. "You want to have breakfast on the deck, Mrs. Haynes?"
"I would love to have breakfast wherever you would like, Mr. Haynes." The microwave beeped and she pulled the first plate out, passing it off to Grady before loading in the second one. Two minutes later it was hot and ready and both their coffees were topped off.
They were headed to the deck as Grady's phone started to ring. He turned, hustling back to the kitchen to get it from the counter, connecting the call as he walked back toward her. "Hello?” He paused, pulling the phone out to look at the screen before pressing it back against his ear. “This is.” Grady’s eyes met hers. “What?” He shook his head. “That’s not possible. She was doing okay last night. She—”
The look on his face sent her stomach dropping. Setting her plate on the closest surface, she went straight for him, stealing Grady’s plate before he dropped it and sliding it onto the counter. Evelyn wrapped both arms around his middle and held tight, hoping it was enough to keep him together as his heart broke right in front of her.
“Okay. I understand.” He pressed one hand against the back of her head, closing his eyes as he held her close. “I’ll be right there.” Grady ended the call and dropped the phone to the sofa. He wrapped both arms around her and buried his face in her hair, pulling in slow, deep breaths. “She’s gone.”
