Page 86 of Flare Up
He grinned. “Besides being naturally charming, I’m also pretty clever. Especially when it comes to getting what I want.”
That he was. Looking down into his dark eyes—crinkled as he smiled at her—she wasn’t sure she could resist him if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to. “I can go back to Patty’s for a night so you can officially ask me if you want, but I’d rather not. I just want to be here with you. Is that what you really want?”
“I want you in my bed. Forever,” he said in a voice that was almost a growl against her lips. Then he shifted her body so he could stand with her in his arms.
“What about your head. Should you be carrying—”
“My head is fine. It’s my dick that aches right now.” He shrugged. “Plus, sex releases endorphins, which are your body’s natural painkillers.”
“Then we should go to bed,” she said, giving him that slightly naughty half smile she knew drove him nuts. “For science.”
It was probably the fastest they ever got naked, but Grant being Grant, he tried to slow things down the second they hit the bed.
“I like to take my time with these things, you know.” He tickled her with a soft, butterfly kiss to the middle of her stomach.
“I know you do. But I just want you, Grant. There’s been so much and so many emotions and I just want to feel you.”
Rather than teasing her any more, he moved up the bed so his face was next to hers. “I love you.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, too. But I’m still not going to let you tease me today.”
“I’ll have the rest of my life to torment you, so you tell me what you want.”
Instead of telling him anything, she pushed him onto his back. Then she grabbed a condom package from the nightstand and handed it to him. While he opened it, she stroked his erection, loving the contradiction of silky soft and hardness. She was tempted to go down and take that hardness into her mouth, but she hadn’t let him go down on her, so she didn’t.
Once he’d rolled on the condom, she straddled his thighs and leaned down to kiss him thoroughly. He cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb running tenderly over her skin as they kissed, and his tenderness warmed her heart.
Then she straightened and reached down to guide him into her. They held eye contact as she slowly lowered herself, then lifted before lowering more, until he filled her completely. She was still, savoring the feeling, and he reached up to cup her breasts.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Not tonight.”
“You are so fucking beautiful, Wren.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she shook her head. “Do not make my cry right now.”
Because she was busy trying to blink away her blurry vision, his fingers brushing her clit made her gasp. He stroked softly as her hips started to rock.
“I bet I can make you do something else instead,” he said, that cocky grin back on his face.
She swiveled her hips while squeezing and he sucked in a breath. She could be cocky, too, even if she couldn’t pull off the grin like he did. With his thumb on her clit—brushing, pressing, stroking—she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came, and she leaned forward to brace her hands on his chest.
Before she could react, Gavin rolled until he was on top and when she opened her mouth to protest, he drove into her. She gasped and clutched his shoulders.
“Come for me, Wren.”
Hearing the tremor in his voice, she realized he was on the edge. Her teasing, take-it-slow lover needed her as much as she had needed him, but he wouldn’t give in until she let go.
She slid her hand between them and stroked her clit while he thrust into her harder and deeper until all the stress and emotional upheaval of the last two days were blown away by the force of her orgasm. She said his name as she came, and his body shuddered as he let himself find release.
When he lowered his body onto her gently, she stroked his back and kissed his forehead. They were quiet as their breathing slowed, and then he kissed the top of her breast before getting up to dispose of the condom.
Even though they’d have to get up and forage for food soon, Grant got back into bed and Wren moved closer, as always. He stared at her for a long moment, twirling strands of her hair around his finger.
“You and me,” he said softly. “Always.”
She lifted her head to plant a hard kiss on his mouth. “You and me.”
