Her response was breathy and low. “You’re very skilled, McSailor.”
With a sudden move, she rolled onto her side and maintained eye contact while she entangled her legs with his, something he had desired since the morning he woke up in Kirsten’s apartment and watched her beautiful body at rest. He sensed her weight leaning into him, causing a pressure to well forcefully inside his boxer shorts. As her delicate lips met his, he gave in and was soon lying on his back, defenseless.
Unlocking their lips, her hands traced the contours of his abdominal muscles. She glanced at the growing bulge in his boxer shorts and grinned, pleased that she was arousing him too. Sliding her finger beneath his waistband, she peered up at him with a wicked smile. “What do we have here?” she inquired, lifting the waistband as if she were planning to peek inside his shorts.
Instead, she yanked down his boxers, exposing his erection to the light, to breathe and grow. “Oh my,” she cooed appreciatively, tossing the boxers toward the expanding heap of clothing on the floor. “Looks like we have our very own Spire right here!”
He gave a low, sexy laugh, slowly shaking his head. “You are crazy, Soph—”
A gasp prevented him from finishing his sentence. Her soft hands firmly stroked and stimulated him as he became harder and harder. Her expert touch slid down the length of his shaft and caressed the tip, which made him clutch at the fitted sheet and nearly buck off of the bed. Where had she learned how to incite such arousal in a man, leaving him vulnerable and helpless? Grant didn’t know and he didn’t care. He just wanted her to keep going.
Feeling a rising force below his belly, he panted for air and instructed, “My jeans … the pocket … Sophie!”
She pushed off him and contorted her body across the bed, stretching for his jeans and rummaging through his back pockets until her hand discovered the desired item. Crawling back toward him, she held the packaged condom up for his inspection, eyes questioning.
Grant swallowed. “There was a drugstore next to the ATM.”
“Wishful thinking, Madsen?”
He shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one who bought the sheets.”
Tracing the condom across his thigh, she inquired suspiciously, “So, you don’t carry these around with you for a quickie with a cruise passenger?”
He smiled and reached for her, drawing her body on top of his. “I much prefer the cruise staff,” he informed her. “Particularly the hot waitress.”
They resumed their kissing, and Sophie felt his erection pushing against her lower abdomen. Drenched in excitement and desire, and sensing it was time, she helped him slide the condom onto his throbbing penis. They could not move fast enough. Grasping his wiry biceps, Sophie gazed down at him with yearning.
Craving to be inside her, to be joined with this amazing woman, Grant eased himself into her wetness, and they both exhaled to finally be as one.
Sophie inhaled sharply as he cupped her bottom with both hands and pressed her toward him. With each thrust deep inside her, she felt a shuddering sensation that intensified and spread throughout her body. Her sighs and moans were swallowed by Grant as they continued their sweet kisses. He provided the perfect mix of ravishing and respect during their lovemaking, and a rhythmic tightening overtook her as the Grant tsunami crashed over her, wave after wave, making her call out in rapture.
He too felt rapid contractions below and an upsurge building while his fingers raked up and down her slender back. Trembling, he experienced a crescendo of pressure, thrusting and plunging into her, rising and building, mounting, peaking, soaring, until finally he reached a sky-scraping climax and his body sank back into the mattress, spent. Utter euphoria enveloped them as they clung together, their breathing gradually slowing to match each other breath for breath.
They lay with a sheen of sweat covering their reddened skin. As Grant had imagined earlier, their bodies fit together perfectly. Her cheek rested just below his chin, and her luxurious hair tousled across his chest. Her long legs encircled his, ensnaring her prey. They melded together like lock and key. Only they were no longer locked away—they were free.
As he gently stroked his hand through her strawberry locks, he murmured, “Can you spend the night?”
“Sure,” she said, and he felt her smile against his chest. “I hope Kirsten won’t worry. I can’t call her since you don’t have a phone hooked up yet.”
Continuing to pet her soft hair, he observed, “I bet we are the only two people on earth who don’t own cell phones.”
“Maybe one day, Parolee Madsen,” she teased. “Soon we’ll both be grown-up enough to own phones.” Lifting her head and staring into his half-lidded eyes, she asked, “Will you text me? When we get phones?”
“Of course,” he responded. “As long as you’ll text me back.”
“Deal,” she nodded. “Um, Grant, if I’m going to stay tonight, do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Jeez,” he muttered with feigned disgust. “You buy me sheets and towels and now you think you own the place.”
She chuckled and bit her lip. “Are you saying that as the owner of this apartment, the only way you’ll let me use your shower is if you take one with me?”
His eyes widened and he thought for a moment. “Yesss,” he said, nodding, a grin lighting up his face. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I thought so.” Her smile matching his, she propped herself up and stepped out of bed, extending her hand to him.
Taking her hand in his, he allowed himself to be led into the bathroom.
She kept her eyes glued on his lower body. He cleared his throat. “Do you see something you like, Taylor? Feeling inspired?”
Expecting a nervous laugh since he’d caught her staring, he was surprised when she confidently held his gaze.
“I was thinking about our earlier conversation at the ballpark,” she said in a sultry voice. “I wonder, do you think I can fit that whole thing into my mouth?”
He had never moved so quickly toward a shower in his life.
22. Naked