“Why?”
“You’re the best worker I could ask for.”
His gut tightened. “Is that all?” What was he asking? Maybe he needed to hear that her insides were in the same upheaval as his.
“No, that’s not all,” she finally admitted.
He needed her. He wanted her more than he thought possible. “Tell me, Grace.”
“Over the last few weeks—well, I’ve grown to like you a lot.” Her voice sounded soft, and her words hit him like a caress.
“What are you feeling right now?” he coaxed her.
“A little scared. A lot excited.” She stepped forward until the tips of their toes touched.
Gunnar bracketed her face with his hands. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His throat hurt to talk.
She nodded. “More sure than anything.” Her animated blue eyes stared up at him. So innocently sweet, yet he sensed she had a wild part that needed released from a cage. “I-I know this is right. It feels right—so good. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.”
“I’ll take my time. I’d never hurt you or rush you, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, showing her his restraint. She brought her chin up, pressed her body against his and kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft, and he wanted to plunge his tongue deeper, but held steady, allowing her to set the pace.
On a sigh, her mouth opened wider, in silent invitation. He dipped his tongue, tasting her, as he moved his hands around her slender waist. She bent her head back, breaking the kiss as a moan whirled from deep within her throat. The see-through shirt clung to her every sensual curve, every taut line of her breasts and pert nipples. He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck, her collar bone, the curve of her shoulder, inhaling her citrus-sweet scent.
He brought his mouth back to hers, tracing the plump curve of her luscious lips with his tongue, delighting in the taste of her, the feel of her warm body pressed against his hard one. “I want this. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” The vibration of her lips sent a ping pong effect deep into his gut. He threaded his fingers through her still damp hair and lowered his mouth to her ear, “And I want you, sweet Grace.”
Chapter Twelve
Grace was a ten on the must-have-sex scale and Gunnar was flying off the seduction radar. She wanted this, but that didn’t mean that her nerves were calm. She could be classified as a nervous wreck. She was going to have sex! With Gunnar! Again! Holy Moses!
His large, calloused palms moved across her flesh, doing wonders to her bare skin. His lips made butterflies swarm her insides. She considered Gunnar a dream lover, skilled. And well, she wasn’t. She was a bunny compared to his wolf.
She met his gaze—full of expectation and wild desire. His expression made her smile. She liked wanting him. Liked knowing that he wanted her—not because she was pregnant or because she could salve his need for another woman. He wanted her…plain and simple. Yet, there wasn’t anything simple about the heat between them. It could set an inferno.
One corner of his mouth quivered into a half smile, his dark eyes twinkling as he took her hand, threading their fingers together then bringing her hand to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles, a sweet gesture. He darted his tongue over her skin and her knees threatened to give out.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a soft voice.
“I-I’m good. How about you?” Realizing how silly her question sounded, she mentally kicked herself. She needed to transform her bunny into a tiger. “I’m a little out of shape when it comes to this, you know…,” she admitted, not that he couldn’t see that for himself. “I mean, we’ve already done the act, but…shoot…I’m not sure where I’m going with this.”
He stepped closer, pressing his hand on the small of her back, bringing them closer. She got a strong, exhilarating scent of his manly scent—spice and leather—and her head swam. Her legs quaked and she clung to him, grabbing the material of his shirt into her fists.
Tipping her head slightly back, she watched him, hoping for another kiss before she went through withdrawal. He was an addiction, turning her into a massive ball of intoxication—giddy and needful. He lowered his mouth and gave her what she craved. A world-shattering, heart pounding kiss that could have knocked her panties off if she didn’t have her inner thighs clutched so tightly together. And then he did something that almost sent her over the edge. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, gentle, yet demanding. She’d never had something so exotic done to her mouth and she wanted more, but in other places of her body. Wow…another surprise. She had no clue she had that much desire when it came to sex. He let go of her tongue, teasing, licking, nibbling her lips until she dug her nails into his cotton covered shoulders. Everything inside her melted into a puddle of longing.
His hands found her bottom, tugging her closer against his hard body—and how hard he was. The evidence of his arousal obvious in the bulge below his belt. This excited her, made her a flowing river of hot need. The material of their clothing became a steel wall and she tore at his shirt, hearing seams pop. The material fell from his broad shoulders and she smoothed her hands over his warm flesh. In almost an orgasmic level of desire, her secret parts clenched and unclenched, her uterus spasmed warning her that she couldn’t turn back on this narrow path. Her body needed release—craved a man’s warmth and giving touch.
He stayed at her mouth, giving long, lingering kisses that made her toes tingle and her invisible tail wiggle. “You taste heavenly.” His husky voice tweaked her nipples, making the buds tight and tingly.
“So do you.” She wrapped her hand around his neck, steadying herself, body against body. Heat warmed her sensitive flesh, massaging her veins and goosebumps scattered her skin.
He kissed her cheek and licked the area behind her ear, tugging her ear lobe between his teeth and gently nibbling. He rubbed his tongue over the small diamond earring. Warmth zapped through her, erupting tingles in every nerve ending, making breathing a task and not a natural body reaction. He left a moist trail down her neck, to her collar bone, his tongue flicking out and tasting. His hot breath brushed against her damp skin and she dropped her cheek to one shoulder, giving him better access.
He lifted his head. “I’d carry you into the bedroom, but everything is right here.” He took a step back, holding her hand and leading her across the room to the twin sized bed.
“What was I thinking only putting a small bed in here?”
His smile made her core throb. “That’s all the space we’ll need.”
His promise of closeness made her body come alive.
She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the mattress with shaking fingers, watching him move to the lamp on the table. “Light on or off?”
“On.” She wanted to see every expression as he made love to her.
“I agree.” His gaze locked with hers and she almost giggled in delight, but bit it back. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked.
She loved that he cared about her feelings and was so protective. She’d never been a naughty woman in the bedroom, not sure if it had been her level of skill or boundaries with Trace. They’d never explored anything more than the missionary position with the curtains drawn and the lights off. A part of her, a big part, wanted to discover everything with Gunnar. Would he touch her differently? Try new positions? She had a feeling he liked it a little dirty and that excited her.
Were moms supposed to be naughty in bed?
She was more than a mom. Gunnar helped her know that she was a woman. A desirable, giving woman who desired the man standing here before her.
Her gaze slipped over his sexy body, the one she’d been slobbering over for the last few weeks. His tanned skin and coiled muscle made her fingertips ache to touch, but she held her hand steady. He bent and grasped her shirt, pulling it up and away from her body. A deep moan escaped from deep within his chest. A rush of pleasure bombarded her every nook and cranny, down her spine, splashing through her veins, pooling in the apex of he
r thighs. She pulled in a slow breath, reached around and unclipped her bra. The wispy material fell into her lap.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He lowered to his knees, spread her legs and leaned between her thighs. She slid one finger over his bare chest, swirling in the patch of dark crisp hair that led below the waist of his jeans. Soon she would touch all of him that was a promise. He stared at her breasts and the heat between them cultivated. The look in his eyes grew more demanding.
Lowering his mouth, he moaned against her skin. “Your scent…better than the most exotic flower,” he murmured. Her pulse quickened as his lips moved downward until he took one nipple into his mouth. She grabbed his head, his beard prickling the sensitive skin of her palms as she held him against her breasts. He plucked and teased until spirals of heat snowballed in her stomach, sweltering pulses singing her insides.
Her body ached for more—needing more.
He stood and within seconds his jeans and boxers were gone and she examined every broad, slick, hard inch of him…exploring. Beneath her gaze, his length jerked and she smiled. “Wow.”
He was a masculine beauty. Full and large. She was fascinated at his length and the thick, plump purplish head with a pearl of fluid glistening at the slit. A bashful desire spiraled through her, urging her to drop to her knees and taste him, but she stayed glued to the edge of the bed. Would he expect her to be skillful in that area of pleasure? She might disappoint him.
She could certainly try to give him pleasure.
Her body moistened in areas that needed touched. Overcome with the surging sensation, she realized she wanted Gunnar every day, forever. This was too heavenly to not have often and plenty. Her inner thighs quivered at the thought of having Gunnar as her own.
He kicked his clothes aside. His length stood proudly, bouncing against his stomach as he moved toward her again. “You’re turn.”
“My turn?” she forced the words through quivering lips.
He held out his hand, palm up. An invitation she couldn’t refuse. She placed her hand into his and he helped her to her feet, then snaked an arm around her waist. He moved his hands to the button of her shorts and in one flick of his wrist, they were loose and falling to her ankles. She gave them a toss with her toes. He slid his thumbs inside the elastic of her panties, slid them down her hips and her legs until they, too, were discarded.
She stood there before him, naked and uncertain of how she stacked up against all of the other women he’d pleasured. She’d never been self-conscious of her body, and had always thought she had a nice shape, but a woman who hadn’t been completely naked with a man for a long time would have to wonder what a man thought of her feminine curves.
Gunnar moved close, hooking a hand around the nape of her neck. “You’re even more lovely than I could have ever imagined.” His breath was warm against her cheek.
“Have you imagined? You and me, here, like this?” Suddenly she needed affirmation.
“So much that the craving became almost too unbearable.”
Heat swarmed her. He’d fantasized about her. A widowed mom out in the boonies who spent more time with flowers than people. Her, a woman who was a preacher’s wife. Who would know that the pastor’s wife had a naughty side?
His hard, taut length touched her stomach and her secret part pulsated. He pulled her even closer and she swallowed with anticipation. She loved every inch sealing them together. Firm, rugged muscle against her soft curves. They hadn’t even gotten further than a kiss now and gentle touching and an orgasm lurked close, threatening to overcome her.
“You’re amazing. Beautiful. Kind. Gorgeous,” he whispered next to her ear.
An indulgent moan escaped her.
He grinned and nuzzled his nose in her hair. “I want you all night long.”
Electric pulses nipped at her nerve endings. “I won’t complain.”
Molding one of her breast underneath his wide, calloused palm, he gently squeezed and she cried out in utter delight. He then gave the other breast the same attention, flicking the nipple under his thumb. Lowering his head, he licked the deep cleavage, swirling his tongue around the cleft, his gaze still on her, driving her mad in an impossible decadent way. She rolled her palms over his short hair, glad he no longer had his long locks, otherwise she feared she might rip out strands in the heat of the moment.
His tongue slipped lower, following the slight impression of her rib cage under her pale skin, sliding the tip of his tongue in and out of her navel, even farther down to…
“Oh my,” the words slipped between her trembling lips. Her hips automatically bucked from the sudden surge of sensation. Pleasure ripped through her in charges of current. And if the rolling of his tongue and the suckling wasn’t enough, he then blew on her most sensitive, moist flesh. A whimper fell off her parted lips and she clung to him, riding the waves out into the sea of no inhibition.
She was so close…
Then he stopped.
She stared down at him in accusation. “What?” the word came on a breathless sigh.
“Gotta make this last, sweetheart.” His eyes were a mysterious pool. He backed her up until her knees hit the bed and she fell onto the cool, cotton sheets. He didn’t leave her alone long. His hands were on her knees, spreading them wide and he moved between them, the mattress lowering to his weight.
His lips were on her again, expertly leading her down the path where nothing mattered but the release of the pressure in her core and in her chest. She lifted one leg and dropped it over his shoulder as he grasped her bottom with his hands. He rolled his tongue along the soft inner skin of her core and she watched him, mesmerized in watching him give her pleasure.
His hands slid upward on her body, until he reached her aching breasts, rolling his fingers over the taut, sensitive nipples. Having his touch between her legs and on her breasts worked her up to an almost painfully sweet throbbing. She dropped her head back, sucking in deep breaths, filling her lungs with sweet oxygen. A sharp cry filled the air and she realized it was her. She closed her eyes and shards of light flashed behind her lids.
She wanted to let everything go, but she also needed more—needed him, all of him.
“Gunnar?” the name slipped from her in a pleading tone.
He found the throbbing nub, rolled the tip of his tongue over the fleshy head, and suckled it into his mouth. She was a goner and she let all of the emotion flow.
Pleasure splashed through her followed by a pulsating heat turning her bones into mush as she melted into the mattress, clutching the sheet, her nails scratching at the material. Every nerve went on alert, throbbing and surfing the waves of a promised land. Her body glided through a tunnel, she heard harps playing and then a drum, realizing it was her own beating heart thrumming inside her ears.
Releasing her grip, she lifted her hands, gently smoothing her fingers over his scalp. He moaned and the vibration swirled through her core and again, her muscles flexed, heat swarmed her and another orgasm sprouted. Still in her reverie, she felt the bed dip and heard the ripping of foil. “I’m prepared this time,” he said. “Look at me, sweetheart.”
She fluttered her eyes open, looking at him with the aftermath of pleasure. “Yes.”
He kissed her and she smelled her scent on him, her throbbing core threatening to release again. A trickle of excitement flooded her veins.
He lifted her to the middle of the bed and covered her with his body. She widened her legs around his hips, their bodies melding together—her feminine lines against his hard shape. She’d never been driven this wild, this careless before and she never wanted the magic to stop.
She stared up at him, suddenly wishing she’d read more erotic novels. Watched more porn. No….porn wasn’t her style.
His eyes were dazzling, working her with an enchanted trance.
She let herself relax under him, let herself trust in the thrill. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed each corner before plunging her tongue deep between
his lips. She loved him.
Oh crap…
Yes, she had fallen.
Chapter Thirteen
Gunnar wanted to take her fast, but another part of him needed things slow—to enjoy every second that he was given with Grace. Her scent surrounded him and he knew he’d never get enough. He sank his fingers between her thighs, swirling the tender flesh, loving the way her slender back arched, tender moans escaped her throat as if invitation to slide into her rippled, wet body. Her fingers clutched his erection and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He pushed her hair away from her face, admiring her beauty—her wide eyes, her flushed cheeks, and moist, pink lips swollen from his kisses. He couldn’t wait another second before he plunged deep inside of her.
Using the natural lubricant of her body, he rolled his head around her juices and slid his shaft into her opening, stretching her to fit his size. Her channel clenched, held him, and he couldn’t move for dear life.
Her breath hitched, held, and then she exhaled, and he finally was capable of moving again, slowly, molding their bodies. This was pure heaven and he wanted it to last—needed to savor it like a forbidden treasure. He grabbed up the sheets between his fists, demanding that his body relax, but the building of pleasure/pain ripped through his gut. Release would come soon.
She rolled her hips, thrusted, and bumped him. The tip of his cock sunk deep again in places he wondered if she’d ever been touched before. The way she moaned, her nails digging into the skin on his back told him this was all new to her. He moved faster, wilder, and she met him, thrust for thrust, legs opening wider until her feet were extended high in the air. Movement caught his attention and he glanced over, seeing their reflection in the mirror across the room. He couldn’t pull back from the blazing gravitation building. Every muscle tightened, his flesh throbbed, and a feeling unlike anything he’d ever known burst through him in an implosion.
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“That. Was. Amazing.” Grace lay with her head in the crook of Gunnar’s shoulder, listening to the fast beating of his heart. They both were gaining their breathing back.
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