“Do I look okay?” she asked as Grant put on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless top.
He came over to her and put his hands around her waist. “You’re beautiful. I don’t know if I tell you that enough, but every time I look into your eyes I’m mesmerized by you. I always want to stop whatever I’m doing so I can kiss you and lose myself in you.”
The way he spoke to her made her heart squeeze. What kind of man talked like that? None that she’d ever known. “Thank you. And you know what? The feeling is mutual.” She smoothed her hands up his arms, wishing they had a spare hour or so to take off all these clothes and explore each other.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to be late. Then Mom is going to call asking me what we’re doing. And I’d have to lie to her and tell her you’re taking a nap or something.” He pulled her closer, letting her feel his erection.
She took a deep breath, desire wrapping around her like the heat of the day. “We can’t have you lying to your mother, so we should stop this now.”
He let his hands slide down her back to cup her butt. “Yeah. One of us should have enough willpower to walk away.”
She arched into him. “Okay. You go first.”
His gaze narrowed. “Katrina.”
“Grant.” Her nails dug into his arms.
“I can make you come in less than five minutes.”
“I want you so much, I’m pretty sure I could come in less than two minutes.”
“You’re on.”
He scooped her up and stalked the few steps to the bed, then laid her down on the edge. He had her panties off in record time. When he spread her legs and put his mouth on her, she was already throbbing, lifting to get closer to his lips and tongue and the magic he did with them. Watching him today, but not being able to have access to him, to touch him at will, had been an exercise in torture.
That had been her foreplay.
Now was her reward, and she was so ready for this release that when it happened, she cried out with the pure, unadulterated joy of feeling his tongue lap over her sex. She quivered as her climax raced through her, and barely had time to come down from the high before Grant had his cock out, a condom on, and was thrusting inside of her.
She gasped at the delicious sensation of still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm, his cock driving inside her over and over again, building that sensation to a fevered pitch. And when she felt herself getting close again, she wrapped her legs around him and urged him to go with her.
It didn’t take much urging, because when she came, he was right there with her, arching his back as he let go. It was the most beautiful thing to see his muscles tighten as he came, to see his body shudder along with hers as they rode out their orgasms together.
He bent and took her mouth in a sweet, gentling kiss before nuzzling at her neck.
“I forgot to time us,” he said.
She let out a soft laugh. “Trust me. The clock was the last thing I was focused on.”
They did a quick cleanup. She brushed her hair again, then they were on their way back to the main house. Grant held her hand in the car the entire way, and she couldn’t resist the more than satisfied smile on her face.
“You keep smiling like that, my entire family is going to know what we did back at the house.”
“Do you care?” she asked.
His lips curved in a wicked grin. “Not at all.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
IT WAS GOING TO BE ONE HELL OF A GREAT PARTY tonight. Grant hadn’t seen his uncles and aunts in a while, and his parents had a lot of friends. Not everyone would make it, since the party was on a weeknight, but Easton Cassidy was a popular guy, and if there was a celebration, Grant would guarantee that a lot of people would be here.
Uncle Elijah had made it back just in time for the get-together. Grant saw him as they came through the front door.
“Hey, kid,” his uncle said. “I heard you were here.”
His uncle pulled him into a hug.
“Uncle Elijah. You look good.”
“Eh. I look older all the time. And this pretty woman must be Katrina. I’m Elijah Cassidy. The good-looking Cassidy.”
Katrina smiled. “Very nice to meet you.”
“I already met your brother and sister. Everyone’s in the kitchen, bugging Lydia.”
Grant knew no one bugged his mother. The bigger the crowd, the happier she was.
Lydia was in the kitchen directing traffic.
“I need those wineglasses put on the bar in the dining room. And those cases of wine set out.”
“Where’ve you been?” Grant asked his uncle as they carried the wine out and set it up behind the bar.
“Had a line on some horses we were interested in picking up, so I took a trip into Oklahoma for an auction.”
“And?”
“Picked up about four of them.”
“I’d like to see them.”
“Sure. Soon as we’re finished here, we’ll head on out to the horse barn and take a look.”
“Are Uncle Eddie and Uncle Elgin coming?”