She undid the clasp on her bra and pulled the straps down, letting the bra fall to the floor. Then she shimmied out of her panties and left them on the floor as well.

Grant stared at her. “You are beautiful, Kat.”

He dropped his shorts and she took a moment to admire his chiseled body. Broad shoulders and chest, narrow waist and slim hips and a sizable erection that made her throat go dry.

He grabbed an oversized towel and came over to her, wrapping it around her and himself, bringing their bodies in contact.

“Better?” he asked.

The contact was electrifying. She could stay like this forever, body to body with him. She tilted her head back to look at him. “Much.”

He rubbed her body with the towel, the motion causing a rush of warmth that did nothing to quell the desire running rampant through her. She was flushed with a heat that had a lot more to do with desire than the friction from the towel.

She pushed the towel off and slid her hands across his shoulders.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

“I’ll do a hell of a lot more than that. But not here in the laundry room.”

He swept her up in his arms and stalked out of the room.

“I’m heavy,” she protested.

He laughed and looked down at her. “No, you’re not. But you’re goddamn sexy like this.”

He paused in the hallway and his mouth came down on hers—hard and passionate, his tongue sliding against hers and making her weak with all those unspoken needs that had been swirling around in her head for too long. She twined her hand around the back of his neck, wanting more of what he gave her.

“Goddamn,” he said when he pulled back, licking his lips.

And then he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom, nudged the door open and laid her on the bed. She barely had time to take a breath before he was on top of her, covering her body with his, kissing her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process all these signals her body gave her.

She was swamped with sensations she’d never felt before, had never allowed herself to have before. There were things she wanted to tell Grant. Slow down. Don’t slow down. She wanted it all right now, but wanted to savor everything in slow motion.

This was all so new to her, almost embarrassing that she’d waited so long to allow herself to have it. But now that she was, she intended to fling herself into it all, taste it all, experience it all and not look back. There would be no regrets because she knew she was in it for the fun, for the experience, and nothing more.

Then she’d finally walk away a woman.

Something she’d waited seemingly a lifetime for.

FIFTEEN

GRANT COULDN’T GET ENOUGH OF KATRINA’S TASTE, the silk of her skin gliding along his hands. He felt the fast beat of her heart along her chest, took in her soft moans as he kissed the column of her throat and nibbled at her earlobe.

And the way she touched him made him so goddamn hard he couldn’t wait to slide inside her wet heat and lose himself, ride them both until they both came.

But as he lifted up and looked into her gorgeous violet eyes, he read something there that made him put on the brakes.

An innocence, a wariness he couldn’t quite believe he saw there.

He rolled to his side and took a slow taste of her lips, caressed her rib cage, and gave himself a minute to ogle the perfection of her body.

She was breathing in and out, hard. And she wasn’t aggressive, didn’t roll over on top of him to demand he continue. She hadn’t once grabbed his cock and stroked it. It was almost as if she had no idea what to do. Like she’d never—

Nah. That wasn’t possible.

He snaked a fingertip up her stomach. She turned her head to watch his face.

“Tell me what you like,” he said, letting his fingers dip lower.

He caught her nervous swallow. “I like … everything.”

He changed direction, moving up her body to cup her breast. She gasped when he brushed a thumb back and forth over her nipple.

“Hard or soft?”

She frowned. “What?”

“Do you like it soft, like this?” He demonstrated by using featherlight touches of his fingers over her nipple. She seemed to like that.

“Or a little harder, like this.” He increased the pressure. She moaned, and when he bent over and sucked the bud between his lips, she arched upward, feeding her nipple into his mouth.

Oh, yeah. He flicked his tongue over her, loving the soft areola and hard bud against his tongue. And when her fingers slid into his hair to hold his head in place, he knew he had her, that she was enjoying the pleasure he gave her.

But she still wasn’t saying anything, so he added his fingers, traveling over her lower stomach to cup her sex, playing with her clit and her pussy.

She was wet, and as he dipped his fingers inside her, he realized just how damn tight she was.

He lifted his head and watched her face as he slid his fingers in and out of her. Her eyes were closed, her teeth clamped down on her lower lip. Her face was flushed and she lifted her hips against his hand.

“Are you going to come for me, Kat?”

Her eyes flew open, her gaze meeting his. Her hips relaxed and it was as if she’d lost the drive, the need.

“You’re watching me.”

His lips curved. “Yeah. It makes my cock hard looking at you. Does it bother you?”

“I don’t know. Yes. I don’t know, maybe.”

“It would be kind of hard for me to make you come if I’m not in the room.”




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