Page 61 of Where You Go (Whisper Lake 5)

“It’s been real for me, too, from the first time I saw you.”

“When you thought I was a stripper,” he volleyed back.

“A hot stripper,” she clarified.

His lips curved in a grin. “When you opened that door, I knew I was in trouble. All of the air around me evaporated. I couldn’t breathe. You knocked the wind out of me. I knew that there was something different about you.”

She licked her lips nervously. “So if this isn’t fake...then what is it?”

“I want to be with you. I want to be able to do this any time I want.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “I want to be able to call you and text you, several times a day not just once. I want to be the person you call when you can’t remember if you watered your plants on Tuesday or Thursday—”

“Once,” she clarified. “That only happened once and I only asked because I remembered that I’d been on the phone with you when I did it.”

His smile widened. “I always want to be that person.”

“So we’re going to do this?” She took in a shaky breath. “We’re going to be together for real?”

She’d been dreaming that this would happen, and now that it was, she almost couldn’t believe it.

“Olive St. Claire, will you be my not-fake girlfriend?”

Her smile spread from ear to ear. “Yes.”

She barely got her answer out before Grady leaned down and captured her mouth with his. The kiss was so tender, so gentle, yet it stirred a storm of lust in her. How he did that, she had no clue.

Urgency overcame her and she fisted her hands in his T-shirt, wanting to rip it off his body, but he was faster than she was. He tugged it off in one fell swoop.

Before the material reached the floor her hands landed on the bare skin of his chest and her fingertips roamed greedily along the ridges of his chiseled upper body. The man was truly a masterpiece. She’d admired his form the first night they’d spent together, but now there was a deeper sense of appreciation. Now she knew the heart, the soul, the values that sat beneath his gladiator frame. It made him even sexier, which she would not have thought was possible.

As her hands explored his body, she felt the zipper slide down her back. He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and she dropped her arms by her side and stepped out of the material. She stood before him wearing only a bra and underwear, which thankfully were matching.

He reached out for her but she moved back. She knew that if he touched her it would be game over, she’d be putty in his hands. As much as she enjoyed being putty, she wanted to turn the tables on him.

Keeping eye contact, she lowered down to her knees in front of him. Her heart was pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it as she reached up and unbuttoned his pants. Or tried to unbutton his pants. She was having a difficult time so Grady took over. Within seconds he had his pants unbuttoned, unzipped and off leaving only his boxers. He truly could have been a stripper.

His straining erection was pressed against the dark cotton material. Her hand touched his shaft through the cotton barrier. Her fingers molded around his girth and squeezed. When her hold tightened, Grady sucked in a sharp breath. As much as she loved touching him with his boxer briefs on, she wanted to feel his skin.

She hooked her fingers in his waistband and pushed his underwear down his legs. While he kicked them off she rested back on her heels and then reached up and took him in her hand. His skin felt so smooth to the touch, like silk wrapping a steel rod. A throbbing steel rod. The sensation of his body pulsating in her palm as she tightened her grip emboldened her.

Her mouth watered as she watched a tiny bead of arousal appear on his engorged tip. She pressed her lips to his head before sealing them around his shaft and moving up and down. Her hand stroked him in unison as she sucked him, taking him as deep as she could. His erection throbbed against her tongue as she slid it along his straining shaft.

His hand moved to the top of her head, and she felt his fingers thread in her hair as a deep moan ripped from his chest. His fingers fisted, tugging her hair against her scalp sending a burst of pleasure erupting in her core. Her body quaked in pleasure.

She’d fantasized about doing this to Grady for months and now that it was happening, the reality was so much better than what she’d imagined it could be.

Whenever she’d done this with Jordan, he’d been passive. She’d done all the work. With Grady, it felt interactive. She felt connected to him, bonded to him. She lost herself in the rhythm, the taste, the sensation of him sliding in and out of her mouth as she continued to stroke him.

She was so lost in it that when he gripped her shoulders and pulled her upright it took her by surprise. Her breaths were coming in short pants as he stared into her eyes with an intensity that sent tingles racing down her spine.

Urgency radiated off of his body in waves. “I need to be inside of you. Now,” he gritted out.

His pained confession pinged through her body, lighting it up with bliss.

With ninja like speed and agility, he stripped her of her bra and panties. She found herself naked lying flat on her back on the bed. He moved above her and her hands gripped his rounded shoulders. His hand slid between her thighs and his fingers easily glided on her slick folds.

He leaned down and rested his forehead on hers. “So wet, so ready for me.”

She nodded as her eyes closed in anticipation. He pushed inside of her in one forceful thrust and her body stretched to accommodate his girth. She loved the sting of pressure that his body created in her. Her fingers flexed and she dug her nails into his flesh.

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