But she wasn’t going to be doing something about it with Gray Preston. He wasn’t the forever and ever and two kids and the big yard and settling down and being supportive while she hustled through her political career kind of guy. He was racing cars and being on the road ten months out of the year kind of man. And that didn’t fit with her lifestyle, any more than hers fit with his.
This was a fling. A great fling, but when it was over they’d go their separate ways, and then she’d see about getting that house with the big yard and the tire swing.
He tipped her chin up with his fingers and her gaze met his, her body melting under the warmth of his whiskey eyes.
“Did I lose you?”
Not yet. But eventually, she’d lose him, his great hands, his incredible body, and the way he made her feel when he touched her.
“No. I’m right here.” Which was where she’d stay. In the moment, not waxing romantically about what could be, somewhere down the road in her future.
Somewhere far down the road.
He brushed his lips across hers and she melted into him, and when he explored her mouth with his tongue, she opened for him. He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. Here, out on the beach, with cool ocean water swimming over her feet, he could still heat her body to boiling.
He pulled his mouth from hers, his gaze heavy lidded and filled with the hunger that made her pulse beat erratically.
“Let’s go back to the house.”
She nodded and he grasped her hand. This time, their walk was faster as his thumb drew lazy circles over the top of her hand, driving her crazy. Her skin felt on fire, tuned in to his touch. By the time they climbed the back stairs and went through the doorway, she was ready to tear his clothes off with her teeth.
Apparently he felt the same way, because they kicked off their shoes right inside the door and he yanked her up the stairs, both of them out of breath from their near run down the beach. There was no tour of the bedrooms. He shoved open the master bedroom door and she got the barest glimpse of filtered light and windows and an amazing balcony before Gray picked her up and threw her onto one very large, soft bed. She fell into a mass of blankets and laughed as Gray climbed on top of her.
He framed her face and kissed her, his erection rubbing against her, dampening her, preparing her for him. She pulled off her top, and when he reached for her shorts, she lifted her hips, anxious to get clothes out of the way. He stood and she smiled as he tore his shirt off and tossed it aside. Content to just watch, he dropped his shorts, his cock hard as it sprang up. She reached for it, stroking him from base to tip.
“God, I like your hands on me,” he said, tangling his fingers in her hair.
She swallowed, her throat going dry as she looked up at him and saw the desire on his face. He didn’t even attempt to mask the hunger he felt for her. So many men played it cool, seemed to want that kind of power over a woman where she was the one in need and he couldn’t care less. But Gray’s face was etched with need as she moved her hand over him, and she knew just how much he craved her touch. In that, she had all the power, which only heightened her own desire. This true expression of sensuality, of intimacy, was such a revelation.
She drew up on her knees. “Touch me. I need your hands on me, too.”
He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. She stood on the bed, holding on to his shoulders as he drew her panties down her legs. She started down to the mattress again, but Gray said, “Stay there.”
She held on to him and he cupped the globes of her butt, drawing her toward his mouth. She shuddered when he found her sex, his tongue snaking out to curl around her clit.
She looked down and watched him, this viewpoint so different than anything she’d ever experienced as he held firm to her and drove her crazy with his mouth and tongue, diving in to lick and suck her until she was certain she wouldn’t be able to stand. But she did, because she craved the orgasm that drew ever closer as he sucked on her clit and slid a finger into her * to fuck her.
“Gray,” she whispered, so close her legs trembled.
He mumbled against her, flattening his tongue along her sex until she knew she was going to let go. But still, she held back, wanting to prolong the sweetest pleasure imaginable until she couldn’t any longer. And when she came, he dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, holding her while he licked her through a shattering orgasm that made her dizzy.
She fell to the bed and Gray pulled her to the edge, his cock bobbing near her lips.
“Now, suck me and make me come, just like this.”
Still panting, her * still spasming from the aftereffects of one mind-blowing orgasm, she opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside. She closed her lips over his shaft and let him feed his cock to her. He held the back of her head and slid it in and out.
“Fuck. Yeah, I like that,” he said, and she could tell from the way his gaze was riveted to her face that he enjoyed having her at his mercy.