Page 36 of Flare Up
“Why didn’t you carry me this way before?”
He chuckled. “Because we would have fallen down the stairs.”
When he was almost to the bedroom, she ducked her head against his chest, which made him chuckle again.
“You don’t really think I’d hit your head on the doorjamb, do you?”
“Not on purpose.”
When he deposited her on the bed, she didn’t let go of his neck. Instead, she kissed him again. He slid his body over hers and she reveled in the weight of him as his tongue danced over hers.
“We forgot to take our clothes off,” she murmured against his mouth.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows to look down at her. “Are you in a hurry?”
Oh, she wasn’t falling into that trap. “Nope. Just pointing it out.”
His grin told her he wasn’t buying it for a second. “I think you’re impatient.”
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes.”
He rolled off her and stood. Then, with his eyes on her breasts, he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them. His sigh of relief was unmistakable. Then he slid the jeans and his boxer briefs to the floor, kicking them off, and she sighed, too, in appreciation. He pulled his socks off, and then leaned over the bed as she undid her jeans.
There was that grin again as he pulled and tugged her jeans down her legs. He tossed them aside and then her socks, leaving her in nothing but the white lace panties that matched the bra. “I like those.”
“I thought you might.” She knew he wasn’t picky about her underwear. Lace or cotton, white or black. It didn’t matter. He just liked that thin scrap of fabric to play with.
He lifted her leg and kissed the inside of her calf. Then behind her knee. Then he nipped gently at the soft skin of her thigh.
“Grant,” she breathed.
He ignored her, kissing his way to the white lace. When his mouth closed over it, she hissed in a breath. Sucking her through the fabric, he made a low sound of appreciation that pleased her almost as much as the heat of his mouth through the lace.
When she lifted her hips, he used the flat of his hand on her hipbone to push her down against the mattress. Then he slipped his finger under the elastic so his knuckle brushed against her clit. She jerked and clenched the sheets in her fists.
Not until she was practically writhing on the bed did he lift his head. The panties joined the other clothes on the floor and he ran his hands up the insides of her legs. Wren held her breath as he pushed them apart so he could bury his head between her thighs.
His tongue slid over her clit and then delved into her, and she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. When his mouth closed over her, sucking gently before his tongue dipped into her again, she curled her fingers in his hair, holding his head.
He didn’t stop—licking and sucking and using his fingers—until her back arched off the bed and she moaned as the orgasm robbed her of coherent thought.
Only when Grant started kissing his way up her body again, stopping to give her nipples the same treatment he’d given her clit, did she open her eyes.
He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You didn’t think I’d forget how much you like that, did you?”
“I was hoping you’d remember.”
“I could never forget anything about you. God knows I tried, but you’re seared into my brain. Every look. Every touch.”
She shivered under the intensity of his gaze, and then scraped her fingernails down his back. When she splayed her fingers over the curve of his very fine and muscular ass, the playful grin returned.
“As much as I want to make you come with my mouth again, I want to be inside you more.” When she nodded, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Maybe we can save that for dessert.”
It was going to be a long, fabulous night, she thought as he stretched his arm out to his nightstand for a condom. It only took him seconds to put it on, and then he moved between her thighs.
Wren exhaled in a long, shaky breath as he entered her. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, which was both delicious and infuriating at the same time. She tried to lift her hips and take him all, but Grant anticipated that and used his hands on her hips to hold her back.
The smug curve of his mouth told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her, but the slight tremble in his arms and back let her know he was tormenting himself right along with her and it wouldn’t take much.
