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Grace glanced at him before switching the vibrator on, the low buzzing sound much louder in the otherwise quiet room.
“Now,” he whispered, his throat hoarse with need. It was possible he hadn’t quite thought this through, because now watching her seemed like torture.
She obliged, slipping the vibrator down until it eased inside her. On a long deep moan, she arched her back from the bed, her head sinking into the pillows. With one hand she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy, while the other hand toyed with her breasts. RJ jerked his dick like he was ready to come at any moment—which he probably was.
He was entranced by her moaning, the thrusting of her hips that matched the motion of her hand, the sound of that vibrator and the jiggle of her breasts. And then he was done. Done with the watching part.
He stood from the chair, grabbed a condom from his wallet and hurriedly rolled it on. Climbing onto the bed, he grabbed her wrist and eased the vibrator out of her. He took it from her hand and turned it off. Then he was between those long legs, lifting them onto his shoulders and glancing up at her once more.
“Do you trust me?” When she only blinked at the question, he hurried to make himself clear. “Trust me to make you feel good,” he whispered. He saw her nod just before he lowered his head.
His mouth touched her warm folds and he moaned. On a deep inhale he let her scent permeate every part of his body, and as she shook with the intensity of the pleasure ripping through him, he licked her. Tender strokes over her pussy, a quick, clever flick to tease her hardened clit. She bucked beneath him and he gripped her bare ass in his hands, lifting her lower half off the bed so she was closer to his face, feeding him.
“Dammit.” The one clipped word from her spurred him on.
“So sweet. Just like I remember.” It was the truth—she tasted heavenly. With each caress of his tongue over her soft flesh, he could think of nothing in his life that had ever tasted better. And it was just like he remembered. The feel of her thighs against his cheeks, the throbbing of his dick each time his tongue stroked along her damp skin. It was all as good as before, a part of the memories he’d cherished and secretly longed for again.
“I want more,” he groaned. “More of you.”
She was pumping into his mouth now, trying to give him what he wanted so he’d provide the release he knew she so desperately needed. He planned to give it to her. Easing two fingers between the crease of her ass, he let one linger momentarily over her anus before continuing on to sink inside her entrance. She bucked again, a mixture of curses and moans softly filling the air.
He slid another finger inside her, feeling the contraction of her body around him. This was it right here. The silken honey that seeped onto his fingers and eventually his tongue as he continued to lick her pussy was addictive. So much so he had no idea what he was going to do from this moment on. The need for her was going to be too great to watch her walk away again. Not this time. Even if all he got from her was this physical gratification, that’s what he wanted. What he’d needed for far too long.
Pumping his fingers in and out of her while flicking his tongue over her clit had her body jerking wildly beneath him. She whispered his name.
“Ronald,” she said again and again and he thrust his hips, wishing it was his dick buried to the hilt inside her instead.
“Gracie.” He said her name softly when he let his mouth leave her, his fingers still moving. “My sweet Gracie.”
Her body tensed the second her climax hit and he hungrily put his mouth over her once more to catch every drop of her release. Moments later he was easing away from her, lifting his body so he could drop a tender kiss on her mouth. She clapped her hands to the back of his neck and dragged him down for a deeper kiss, one that fused them together in a thick haze of longing, need and something more, something he wasn’t sure either of them was ready to name.
Instead of thinking too much on that, RJ positioned himself between her legs, sliding easily into her. She gasped when he entered her, bowing up off the bed. He massaged her breasts and began moving inside her, losing himself in the glorious warmth that always welcomed him. This is where he belonged, there was no longer any doubt in his mind. It was only Grace for him, now and forever.
He couldn’t get enough, and he totally lost himself in the feel of her muscles holding him tight, the sound of her voice whispering his name. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he leaned forward, putting his arms around her back before changing their position. He sat on the edge of the bed while she straddled him, bouncing up and down over his dick until her name ripped from his throat. “Grace. My sweet Gracie.”
“Yes.” It was the smallest whisper from her that played over and over again as she moved her hips to match his upward thrusts. “Yes, Ronald. Yes.”
And that’s what RJ continued to hear in the next seconds when she arched in his arms, her second climax causing her body to tremble around him. He came right behind her, shuddering not only with the pleasure tearing through him, but with the love that followed that brilliant explosion. That was it, that was the name of the emotion he’d felt earlier. Love. It was what had been pulling him toward her from the moment he’d first seen her on this island. The love that hadn’t died in the ten years they’d been apart. The love he prayed she wanted to accept this time around.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FOURDAYSLATER, Grace rolled over in the bed, going still the moment she realized she was alone. Lying on her stomach, she extended her arm over the rumpled sheets where RJ had lain for a while last night. It had been just a little while longer than the previous nights, and she’d thought he might stay until morning. He hadn’t done that on any of the nights he’d come to her room.
After their tryst on the yacht, they’d returned to the shore much later that evening. He’d taken her to her room and stepped inside for just long enough to take her in his arms one more time. The embrace had been long, each of them holding on to the other as if they thought it might be their last opportunity.
“I wish you’d trusted me ten years ago,” he’d whispered just before pulling back slightly. “Part of the reason I admired you so much was because of your work ethic and your tenacity to pursue your goals no matter what. There’s no way I would’ve ever asked you to give that up.”
She’d let her forehead rest on his chest as regret filled every crevice of her being. “I should’ve told you that night. I don’t know why I didn’t.” Or rather she had known. Fear was a cruel bastard that she wholeheartedly despised.
He’d lifted his hands to cup her cheeks, tilting her face up to him. “Everything I just said is still true. I still admire you and wholly support your career goals.”
Grace knew that; otherwise his father and possibly the rest of his family wouldn’t have been so open to her being here and writing the story. “I appreciate that, RJ. I really do.”
He’d kissed her again, a very soft and lingering kiss that had left her dreamy-eyed and hopeful. In the days that followed she’d continued with her interviews, speaking to Chaz and then conducting a third interview with Veronica. She and RJ had also continued with their evening trysts, most times after the family dinner that Grace no longer needed an invitation to attend. During the days when she wasn’t writing, she had an unspoken invite to everything on Riley’s itinerary. In fact, Riley had taken to texting Grace daily reminders so she wouldn’t forget and stay in her room working. But Grace liked being in her room, especially during the time that RJ was there with her.
That’s what scared her.
After talking about what happened that long-ago night, she and RJ seemed to be of one accord, just like they’d been before. In Manhattan, their private space had been RJ’s penthouse, because it was away from the RGF offices and his parents’ palatial home. It was where RJ could relax and be himself instead of being one of the top executives at the company, or the oldest son of the family. It was the one place where Grace could feel comfortable and not like she was in constant competition with her sisters.
