And when she tightened around his cock and came, she tilted her head back and expressed herself with a loud cry. In response, Grant gripped her tightly and groaned against her neck, laving her neck with his tongue and shuddering against her.
She never knew that experiencing a man’s orgasm could extend her own, but it did. She wrapped her legs around him and held him deep within her, riding out the waves of pleasure that fully swamped her.
Breathing was difficult after that. They clung together, their bodies attached by sweat and tangled limbs. The ends of her hair stuck to his chest.
She’d never known anything more perfect.
Or more terrifying, because now that she’d had this, self-induced pleasure was never going to be adequate again.
Grant caught her attention by pressing his lips to hers. “You okay?”
“I’m … perfect.”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, you are.”
She laughed. “No, seriously. That was awesome. You were amazing.”
“See? I told you I’d get to awesome and amazing.”
She laughed. “You did, didn’t you? Well, you succeeded.”
He rolled away and disposed of the condom, then held out his hand to her. “Come on. We both need a shower.”
He was right about that. She followed him into the bathroom, where he indulged her even more in his oversized shower. He soaped her back—and her front—which she found all kinds of fun. Plus she had the opportunity to touch him by soaping him up. She liked having free rein to run her hands over his body, and wasn’t at all surprised when he got hard again.
“If I didn’t feel like I’d already used you enough tonight, I’d want to be inside you again.”
“I’m not a fragile flower, you know.”
He gave her a hot look, turned off the shower and tugged her out, barely giving her time to dry off before her threw her on the bed.
He was inside her again before her feet were off the floor.
Grant was apparently a master at condom application, because he’d done it so quickly she’d hardly noticed. She had no complaints about that, because having her hands all over him in the shower had done erotic things to her thought processes, and all she’d wanted was to feel him buried deep.
This time it was quick and dirty. He sucked her nipples and fucked her hard, rubbing his pelvis over her clit.
She didn’t think she could come again.
She was wrong. She came hard and fast and bit his shoulder when she did. He groaned against her and took her mouth in a deep, wholly satisfying kiss when he came, leaving them both out of breath.
When he lifted his head, his eyes looked dark and dangerous, his hair still a little damp. She brushed it away from his face.
“We might need another shower,” he said.
Her lips curved. “I can do this song and dance all night.”
He rolled her over on top of him. “So can I. Should we see who gives in first and passes out?”
“I’ve done all-night shoots on two hours of sleep, Cassidy. You might be surprised which one of us gives in first.”
Around four a.m., they both fell asleep in the middle of sex.
Katrina would call that a joint victory.
EIGHTEEN
KATRINA’S MAKEUP ARTIST HAD GIVEN HER THE EVIL eye the entire day, making harsh comments about the dark circles under her eyes.
Yeah, she’d screwed up.
Grant had driven her back to her hotel at seven that morning. And okay, maybe three hours’ sleep wasn’t such a great idea the night before a shoot, but despite his comments, Carlos had put cucumber slices on her eyes before he’d applied makeup.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t gone without sleep before a shoot. She’d done late shoots the night before an early shoot and she’d always managed just fine. Maybe not three-hours-of-sleep fine, but she’d done okay.
Today, though, she was sore and tender, and Carlos had asked her about a couple of suspicious “marks” on her body he’d had to cover up with body makeup.
“Is that a hickey on your neck?” he’d asked with mock horror and a knowing smile.
She’d slapped her hand to her neck. “I do not have a hickey. Don’t be ridiculous.”
Though she had recalled, in the fuzzy part of her brain that was semi functioning, that maybe Grant had sucked on her neck while he was moving deep inside of her.
She hadn’t minded at the time. In fact, she recalled that particular maneuver had made her come pretty hard.
Just the thought of it had her tightening all over.
“Quit flushing,” Carlos had said, which had gotten him started all over again about staying up too late and how hard he was going to have to work to mask the effects of her partying.
“I assure you, I was not partying.”
“Well, whatever you did into the wee hours of last night, it’s all over your face. And, apparently, your neck.”
She knew he was baiting her for details, which would not be forthcoming.