by Anna Blakely
Sucking more of her breast into the wet heat of his mouth, Grant used his tongue to pleasure and tease, while gently kneading the other side. Delicate fingers combed through his hair as Brynnon grabbed ahold of his head, spurring him on.
After giving the other breast the same attention, Grant began leaving a trail of wet kisses up along her neck. When Brynnon tilted her head to the side, he took full advantage, gently nibbling the sensitive pulse point where her neck and shoulder met.
On a gasp, she released his hair and began slowly lowering her hand toward his belt. More than anything, he wanted her to touch him there. To feel himself between her fist as she pumped him again and again, until he exploded.
But Grant knew all it would take was that first brush of her hand on his swollen shaft and he’d have his pants down and be buried balls-deep inside her within seconds. That was not how their first time was going to go.
Determined to make tonight as good for her as he possibly could, Grant covered her hand with his.
“Grant,” she whispered his name as a frustrated plea.
He kissed her jawline. “Touch me now, this is over before we even get started. And I plan on taking my time with you.”
Her body shivered. Trust me, sweetheart. I know the feeling.
“Please,” Brynnon begged. “I need you.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He kissed the edge of her delicate chin. “I know exactly what you need.”
Taking even more control, Grant began devouring her mouth as he reached for her leg. Slipping his hand between the open slit in her dress, he slid his fingers up along her bare thigh.
He thanked God when Brynnon sat back in her seat more fully and opened her legs to give him better access. Wanting to get her off at least once before they reached her place, Grant wasted no time.
With the slit’s height and her relaxed position, he easily made his way up to the apex of her thighs. He could feel her heat before he even made contact, and just knowing she was burning alive for him was enough to nearly set him off.
As their tongues continued their erotic dance, Grant slipped his fingers beneath the lacey edge of her barely-there panties. That first touch was nothing short of explosive.
Brynnon’s smooth, bare sex was drenched with her essence. The musky sent of her arousal filled his senses, threatening to send him into a frenzied state of lust and primal need.
He couldn’t wait to slide into her silken flesh. It took everything he had to not say fuck it and drive himself inside her as hard as he could. If it were any other woman, he would have. But this was Brynnon, and she was...
Mine.
Her breath hitched. She was so incredibly responsive to his touch, he wished the ride would take forever so they never had to stop.
Goddamn, he wanted to see what was under all that red satin. Wanted to take his time exploring every inch of her body. To lick her slit and taste her arousal on the tip of his tongue. And he would, the minute they stepped foot into her bedroom.
Knowing their time here was limited, Grant moved his middle finger along her bare slit before sliding it into her molten core. Brynnon cried out, her hot, velvet muscles clenching hard around on his digit.
Fuck. Me.
Even behind his pants and boxers, Grant could tell his dick was already weeping with anticipation. Why wouldn’t it? She was hot, wet, and as tight as a goddamn vise.
How he was going to make it through this without completely embarrassing himself was beyond him. But he sure as hell was going to give it the old college try.
Pumping slowly, Grant waited a few beats before adding a second finger. He picked up speed, his fingers thrusting in and out of her body with a little more force.
The sounds of her wet sex filled the air, bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Grant knew he needed to get her there and fast, before he did something stupid like fuck her right here. Right now.
He moved his hand faster. Harder. Brynnon began panting loudly, her pelvis instinctively lifting to meet his every thrust, searching wildly for the release he was about to give.
“Please, Grant,” she begged again.
“Tell me what you want,” His lips moved against hers as he spoke.
Round, frustrated eyes met his. “You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
Grant wasn’t sure why he gave the rough order. He’d never been a talker during sex. But with Brynnon, he found himself wanting to hear the erotic words dripping from her lips.
Brynnon licked her lips, her words breaking free with each panted breath. “I want...more.”
His dick twitched again, but again Grant forced himself to hold off. They’d get there, but right now he had a sudden urgency to feel her come apart on his hand.
He gently stretched her opening to accommodate a third finger. In. Out. In. Out. Tilting her head onto the back of the seat, Brynnon closed her eyes and purred.
“That enough?” he asked, knowing damn well it wasn’t.
“Almost,” she barely whispered. “God, that feels so good.”
She was so close. He could feel her inner muscles trembling and knew exactly what she needed to fall over the edge. But first...
I need more room to work.
Taking a chance, Grant withdrew his fingers from her body and grabbed hold of the scrap of lace hindering his movements.
With an almost indiscernible nod, she gave the green light. “Do it.”
Grant ripped the lace away from her bare sex, and she opened her legs even wider. A low growl reverberated from his chest as he slid two of his fingers back into her blazing pussy.
“You want me to make you come?” he asked, his hand nearly slamming into her now.
She nodded, her eyes closing again. “God, yes. Please, Grant. Make me come.”
Seeing her lying back like that, legs spread with his hand between them and her bare tits in plain view for him to enjoy...it was hands-down the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.
Pumping his fingers at a more rapid pace, Grant slid his thumb up to her distended clit. Brynnon cried out even louder than before, that first touch nearly shooting her off the edge of the seat.
He rubbed her again, the sensitive bundle of nerves so swollen and hot, just begging for attention. Grant knew from both the way it was peeking out and her heavy breathing, it would only take a few more swipes to send her flying.
Keeping his rhythm, he thrust his fingers in and out of her trembling pussy while continuing to gently press against her clit. Soon, he began moving the pad of his thumb in small, tight circles. The combination was explosive.
A rush of blazing moisture drenched his fingers. Brynnon’s entire lower body thrust against his hand as her mouth formed a silent “O”. A low, keening sound traveled from somewhere deep inside her.
Grant couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Determined to draw out every ounce of her explosive climax, he continued fucking her with his fingers. After a few more seconds, he regrettably pulled himself free of her body, the muscles there slowly starting to relax.
Brynnon opened her eyes, her satiated stare one he wanted to commit to memory.
Holding her heavy gaze, Grant lifted the same fingers that had just been inside her to his mouth. With her still watching, he slid them between his lips and savored her sweet and salty essence.
A primal groan rumbled through his chest. Holy fuck, he couldn’t wait to actually get his mouth on her. To lick and suck every drop of her next orgasm while she came against his mouth.
“That...was...” Brynnon worked to catch her breath.
“Fuck, yeah, it was,” Grant agreed to her unspoken thought. Leaning over her, he pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her slowly while he carefully tied the satin halter back into place. Pulling away enough to see her face, he lifted one corner of his mouth. “And we’re just getting started.”
****
Like a good girl, Brynnon waited just inside her front door while Grant and Coop cleared t
he property. Coop took the building’s perimeter while Grant rushed to make his way through each room in her condo.
With her clutch and the trophy in one hand, she raised the quivering fingers of her other to her lips. She still couldn’t believe what they’d just done.
Brynnon wasn’t a virgin by any means, but she’d never had an orgasm like the one her sexy bodyguard had just given her. Her legs were still shaky from the glorious eruption.
Never before had her body responded to a man’s touch the way it had with his. The man’s fingers had played her body as though she were a finely tuned instrument and Grant was the owner.
He does own you.
She shook her head, reminding herself to be careful. Just because he’d thrown all his rules and policies out the window for sex didn’t mean he planned to stick around once the job was done.
God, I hope he does.
Movement from the top of the stairs caught her eye, and Brynnon watched as Grant made his way back down to her. With his gun held loosely by his side, the tuxedo-wearing protector reminded her of an incredibly sexy James Bond.
He’d buttoned his jacket and ran his hand over the top of his head before getting out of the limo to keep Coop from knowing what they’d been doing behind the partition. Brynnon had done her best to tidy herself up, too, but she knew they weren’t fooling anyone.
Though the other R.I.S.C. operative hadn’t commented, the look Coop had given them booth when they stepped out of the car told Brynnon he suspected they’d shared more than just polite conversation. She should probably be embarrassed, but she wasn’t. And from the way Grant was looking at her now, neither was he.
“We’re clear.” He came to a stop just in front of her.
Brynnon nodded. “Good.”
“Coop called while I was upstairs. The outside is clear, so he’s heading back to your dad’s place.”
They were finally alone. “Okay.”
Shit. Why was she suddenly so nervous? The man had literally just had his fingers inside her.
Inner muscles clenched from the recent memory, and her gaze inadvertently fell to his hands. She watched as he tucked the gun into his back waistband, her heart beating faster as she began to wonder if he’d changed his mind.
“Look at me.”
The low order brought her eyes back up to his. Closing the distance between them, Grant rested a palm against one side of her face. “We don’t have to do this.”
Her heart dropped. Had he changed his mind?
Not wanting him to know how utterly disappointed she would be if that were true, Brynnon gave her chin a slight lift and started to say, “I-if you don’t want to—”
His lips were suddenly on hers and whatever else she was going to say became lost. Grant moved forward, gently forcing her toward the wall behind her.
With her back pressed against the smooth surface, she opened her mouth to allow him in. Their tongues danced and teased, the passionate kiss continuing for what felt like forever before he finally broke away.
Resting his forehead against hers, Grant’s hot breath joined hers as the pair worked to bring their breathing back to a more normal rate. In a shocking move, he took her free hand and placed it over his bulging zipper.
“Does that feel like I don’t want to?”
Brynnon gasped from what she felt beneath her palm. Even through the barrier his pants provided, she could tell he was hard as stone. And very, very large.
Licking her nervous lips, she shook her head and whispered, “It feels like you want me as much as I want you.” Curling her fingers around him, she tightened her grip and slowly rubbed against him.
A deep growl rolled through his chest and Brynnon couldn’t help but smile when his eyes slid closed.
“God, help me, I do want you,” he rumbled before lifting his lids again. With his eyes locked on hers he admitted, “I want you more than anything.”
Brynnon stared back at him and whispered, “Then take me.”
Moving faster than she’d imagined he could, Grant bent down and scooped her up into his arms. She yelped, the unexpected move taking her off guard.
“I can walk,” she told him as he started for the stairs.
All she got back was a grumbled, “I know.”
Enjoying this particular caveman side of him, Brynnon simply smiled and rested her head against his shoulder. She shouldn’t have been surprised at the ease with which he carried her up the staircase. The guy was the strongest, most formidable man she’d ever known.
Once inside her bedroom, Grant gently set her back onto her feet. With the moonlight shining from the window onto the bed, there was no need to turn on any lights.
She watched silently as he walked over and placed his gun on the nightstand. He removed his jacket, laying both it and his now-loosened bow tie over the arm of the small chair at the corner of her room. Brynnon half-expected him to continue undressing himself—a show she was more than happy to see—but instead he came back over to her and started to talk.
“We should probably discuss protection.” Not giving her a chance to respond, he told her, “We get tested every six months for the job. I haven’t been with anyone since before our last round. I’ve always been clean, and I’ve never gone bareback. That being said, I have a condom in my wallet for added protection...for you.”
Sharing that information wasn’t a mood-killer like it easily could’ve been. Instead, knowing this man wanted to protect her in every way made Brynnon fall for him a little more.
“I’m clean, too,” she blurted, quickly adding, “And I’m on the pill. I stayed on it to keep things regulated, but I promise it’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone. Like, over a year.”
A corner of his mouth turned into a delectable smirk. “I could tell.”
“Oh.” Fire burned inside her cheeks.
Running his knuckles along her blushing skin, he assured her, “I didn’t say that to embarrass you, Bryn. I fucking love how tight you felt around my fingers.”
Heat crawled up Brynnon’s neck, but this time it was more from arousal than embarrassment. “Well,” she smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Grant threw his head back, barking out with laughter. “Oh, Princess. You have no idea how much.” She barely had time to enjoy the rare smile before he slid his hand to the back of her neck. With his mouth almost touching hers, he whispered, “I’m going to enjoy what happens now, even more.”
“Me, too,” she nodded. Deciding to take the lead, Brynnon leaned up and kissed him. With their mouths deliciously occupied, she began to unbutton his crisp, white shirt. When she got to his waistband, Grant helped out by pulling it loose and shrugging it off his shoulders.
Tossing it onto the chair with his jacket, he stood still, giving her time to look at him the way he had her. With the soft light behind him, it was too dark to make out the details, but she finally got her first look at the tattoo that had been teasing her for days.
Covering his right shoulder, the markings ran the entire length of his arm. She never really pictured herself a tat gal, but holy hell, that was sexy.
She could tell he had a couple other tattoos on his chest, but again, it was too dark to see exactly what they were. The larger one was centered on Grant’s left peck, and there was a smaller one just over his heart.
Brynnon made a mental note to look at them all more closely later, but right now, she was too busy taking in his magnificent body. The man looked like a God, his muscles so detailed they almost didn’t look real.
Unable to keep from it, she placed both hands over his chest. Her fingertips burned from his natural heat as they slowly made their way lower, over his impressive six-pack. Grant’s muscles flexed beneath her touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered softly.
“So are you.”
Her eyes rose to his again, and this time, when she reached for his belt, he didn’t stop her. Pulling the tight leather loose from the buckle,
Brynnon immediately went to work on the formal pants’ metal clasps and inner button before slowly lowering his zipper.
The stuttered metallic sound seemed deafening in the silent room, it’s only company their heavy breathing. When she got to the end, Brynnon reached for his loosened waistband, but he took over.
With his hands at his waist, Grant removed both his pants and boxers at the same time. Once they were free from his legs, he threw them back onto the chair, as well.
His erection was even larger than she’d expected, the sight leaving Brynnon speechless. Her sex clenched with anticipation as she focused on his cock. It was full and angry looking, pointing toward her as though it knew the way.
Brynnon stood there, relishing in the fact that—at least for tonight—this perfect male specimen was hers.
“I’m not gonna last, you keep looking at me like that.”
His voice snapped her out of the sexual trance. “Sorry,” she lied.
“Don’t be. Later, after this first time, I’ll let you look as long as you want.”
First time? So, he was planning on a repeat performance. Good to know.
“For now, though,” he continued talking. “We really need to lose this dress.”
With a smirk, Brynnon took care of the issue herself. With a quick pull, she released the bow behind her neck before reaching around to lower the short zipper resting against her lower back.
Letting the top fall loose, Brynnon pushed the dress and what was left of her lace panties down the length of her legs. Stepping out of the belled poof of material, she stood straight, completely naked and unashamed.
Like any woman, she had her flaws. But Brynnon also knew she’d been blessed with pretty good genes. Those, along with the physical labor her job often entailed and the occasional run, kept her body toned and at a healthy weight for her height.
“Holy fuck.” Grant froze, his eyes widening slightly.
Brynnon smiled. “Like what you see?”
He stared back at her hungrily. “Like isn’t exactly the word I’d use.”