Page 54 of Grinch Girl

My stomach quivered. Not to mention my knees. I glanced down at the floor. “In your imagination, did you ever just eschew the furniture altogether and take me on the floor?”

His eyes flew open, and he began to prowl after me. “Yes. In every room.”

I took a few quick steps from the kitchen alcove into the living area, my nerves flaring as he followed. God, I loved this. I loved the dance, the tease, making him crazy. Suddenly, I remembered what he’d said in the bowling alley.I’m dying to see what you look like in just your bra.

Well, then.

I unzipped my puffy vest and let it fall off my shoulders on the floor. I crossed my arms in front of me and pulled the black shirt over my head. I threw it at him, and he didn’t even try to catch it. His attention was one hundred percent focused on the sight of my naked upper body, covered only by black lace. “I’m glad I wore my one sexy bra tonight,” I said breathlessly, backing away as he came near.

“I don’t think it would matter.” His eyes were dark sparks, and his voice sounded strangled. “Look at you. In black lace or white cotton, I’d want you. God, I want you. More than I can possibly describe in paltry words.”

Maybe he thought the words were paltry, but wow, were they working for me. I slid my leggings from my hips, down my thighs and calves, grateful when I was able to get them off my feet without stumbling.

Nate’s jaw worked as he stared, his eyes roving up and down. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you. Look at you,” he exclaimed, and I almost gasped as he moved a hand down to grip himselfbriefly. “You’re trim and tidy and small, and yet you have these perfect curves.”

He suddenly looked fierce and determined as we made eye contact. “I’m going to taste every last one.”

I was so turned on I was trembling. I wanted him and not in a leisurely way that would accommodate all that tasting.

Not the first time, anyway.

“Shirt off,” I commanded in a low, throaty voice. He obeyed immediately, whipping his fleece and T-shirt over his head in one fluid motion. My palms twitched. I wanted to run them all over the lean muscles in his chest, abdomen, and back.

“Sit.” I pointed at the recliner. The authority in my voice was only slightly undermined by how it shook.

Nate raised one dark brow, but he never broke eye contact as he followed orders and sat on the chair, legs spread wide, feet flat on the floor. “Unbuckle,” I said slowly, pointing to his midsection. He obeyed, getting rid of his belt and loosening his jeans.

I approached him slowly, bent over, and encaged him with my hands braced on the armrests. I rubbed my cheek against his, bit lightly into his earlobe. “What about the chair?” I murmured. “In your mind, have you had me right here?” I finished the question on a whisper and another nibble of his earlobe.

His hands closed hard over my hip bones, and he tugged me down until my knees were on either side of his thighs. “Yes.” His mouth closed over my nipple and I shuddered.

I arched my back, pushing my breast harder against his face and sliding my hands down his warm back. “I hope reality can measure up.”

His hot mouth went to my other breast. “Are you kidding? The fantasy has already been blown to bits.” He sucked and bit at me until I squirmed.

“Not a very good imagination?” I teased, tracing my nails up and down his spine while grinding up and down on his hard length.

Nate hoisted me up with one strong arm, high enough for him to tug his pants off his hips with the other. “I’ll have you know that I have an excellent imagination.” He grunted. I reached down and stroked the bare length of him with my hand, and he made a wonderful choking sound. His hand fisted in the hair at my nape, and he kissed me, hard, until I was panting and shaking all over. “But I could never have imagined this. The way you smell, the sounds you make, how I hang on every syllable that comes out of your gorgeous, perfect mouth.”

As far as I was concerned, he was the one with the gorgeous, perfect mouth. I wanted him to keep talking, but I also wanted his tongue on every inch of my skin, so it posed a bit of a dilemma.

Licking my lips, I raised myself with my thigh muscles and positioned him perfectly. Then I lowered myself onto him, inching down slowly until he filled me completely. “Oh,” I gasped.

“Holy fuck,” he bit out. “Christ, you feel so good.” Trembling from the exquisite stretch and feel of him, I raised myself a few slow inches before sinking down again. Hard, our foreheads pressed together and slick with sweat.

“More,” he said through gritted teeth. “Again.”

I paused mid-slide and gave him a cocky smirk. “Say please.”

He raised that eyebrow again, and instead of begging, he slid a hand between our bodies and pressed a knuckle directly onto my clit. I cried out as the same time as he whispered, “Please, Jane.”

After that, there were no more slow moves. No strategy and no finesse. Just our bodies moving furiously together and hishands on my bare ass and my teeth at the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Just insanity-kissing and groans of delight and that wonderful moment of silence as all my internal muscles contracted. “Oh God.” I ground down on him as hard as I could while he pumped into me, and we dove headlong into the waves of pleasure that swamped through every nerve ending.

Chapter Sixteen

“What’s with youtoday?” Bella asked, twirling on the stool next to the shop register.

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