“Oh…oh…oh…”

It didn’t matter how many times he loved her like that. Every time would feel like the first. Explosive and shockingly sinful from the first touch of his tongue to her overheated flesh. And when he moved away just enough to slide the damp lace down her thighs, the anticipation of knowing his tongue was going to slick across her bare skin soon nearly did her in.

He found her with his fingers at the exact moment he used his lips and tongue to take her higher, and then higher still. She’d never done anything this exciting, this thrilling. Only in her secret sexy fantasies had she believed anything like this could happen. And yet here she was, on the verge of climaxing with Dylan kneeling between her legs while she stood in front of him wearing only heels, the sunlight from his skylights beaming down on the top of his head as he took her places she hadn’t even realized she could go.

“Now,” he urged as he continued to play over her so perfectly with his fingers. “Come for me now, Grace.”

As if her body had only been waiting for his sensual command, she held on to his shoulders for dear life as he made her shake and gasp and come apart at the very seams. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked over her, through her, until her legs couldn’t support her anymore and it was only Dylan’s hold on her that kept her up against the wall.

She was only vaguely aware that he was kissing his way back up her body, his hands steady on her hips the whole time so that she didn’t have to count on her shaky legs to hold her up. His kisses were soft and lingering as he let her catch her breath, but she wasn’t so far gone that she could miss the need throbbing through him. Yet again, he was restraining himself from taking what he needed.

“You must have been so frustrated on Saturday night, after the way you left without me returning the favor.”

“Touching you, feeling you, watching you come apart is the most fulfilled I’ve ever been in my life. Anything more is just a bonus.”

“In that case,” she said in a husky voice, “it looks like it’s time for a bonus. Not just for you, but for me. Because you weren’t the only one who was frustrated. I wanted to take your clothes off. I wanted to touch you.” She paused, held his gaze. “I wanted to make you come.”

She could feel his heartbeat kick up even faster against her hand as he said, “I want you, Grace. You know how much I want you, how much I want all of those things, too. But I don’t want to make the mistake of pushing you too far, too fast. You weren’t ready for more Saturday night.”

“You’re right, I wasn’t ready then. But now, I am.”

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She didn’t want to be the only one seduced. She wanted to seduce, too. So that they were equals. So that she would stop feeling so off-balance. And so she would finally know whether he tasted as good as she’d fantasized he would.

“I need more. I need you the way you’ve had me.”

Her eyes on his, she lifted his hands from her hips so that she could lower herself to her knees on the wood-planked floor.

* * *

Dylan lived only a couple of blocks from his boathouse. But he hadn’t been able to wait long enough to travel those two blocks with Grace, to take those five minutes before stripping off her clothes. Instead, he’d given in—yet again—to his inner caveman and dragged her to the back of his workshop to strip her clothes away.

She’d said she needed to take things slow, but every time fierce desire drove them into another heated kiss, he felt her revel in the thrill of being with him. He loved watching her embrace her innate sensuality, the very same sensual woman she’d believed was forever dead because some asshole she used to date had a heart and soul made out of coal.

But even after she’d let herself go in the most beautiful way he’d ever seen, with her dress and lingerie lying on the wood-planked floor where he’d dropped them, he hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t thought she’d slide down the wall, naked but for her heels and flushed from her climax, to go on her knees in front of him.

Her hands were totally steady, and determined, as she worked on his belt buckle. He’d been on the edge for so long, since the moment he’d first set eyes on her outside his boathouse, that he wouldn’t need much more to go off than this brush of her fingers over his denim-covered erection while he looked down at her beautiful naked body.

Her eyes were glittering with excitement and arousal as she smiled up at him. Just the thought of her pulling him free and wrapping her lips around him...

He had to close his eyes for a few seconds to try to get a grip, but even then he couldn’t stop his hands from threading through her soft hair as she worked his zipper open. The sound she made as she wrapped her fingers around him, a hum of deep pleasure that resonated all the way through his entire body, nearly sent him over.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare down at Grace in awe. But she read his mind, thank God, understood that he wasn’t going to last long this time. And when she leaned forward another couple of inches and took him into her mouth?

Jesus.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Not one damned thing in thirty-one years could compete with her soft lips, her wet tongue, the heat and pull of her mouth as she loved him the same way he’d just loved her.

His hands tightened in her hair as hers tightened on his hips. Time ceased to move forward. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore, as everything came down to this moment. This pleasure. This woman.




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