All I Ever Wanted(30)

Grady licked, laved, and then nibbled on Arabella's nipples, feasting on one breast and then the other. She threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on while her body craved more and more. Wild with need, she parted her thighs, letting him know just how much she wanted him thrusting deep inside her. Regret didn't enter her mind-all she could think of was how much she wanted Grady Heart.

When Grady's fingers dipped into her wet heat, Arabella arched her hips. He groaned and then kissed her with intense hunger, letting her know that he was as out of control as she felt. His hands, his mouth drove her crazy. . . .

And now there was no turning back.

Grady slipped his hands beneath her ass and tilted her up, and although her eyes were closed, she could feel the heat of his gaze upon her naked body. And then, oh God, he licked her there once, twice, sending her need, her yearning, climbing higher.

And then he pulled back.

Arabella's heart thudded and her body continued to pulse, but she didn't dare open her eyes. Didn't speak. He parted her folds with his fingers, widely exposing her, stretching the most sensitive part of her body. He blew a cool breath over the heat, nearly sending her over the edge with the sensual sensation against her wet, willing body. Her clitoris felt stiff, swollen, reaching for Grady's tongue, but he held back. She felt the warmth of his breath and knew he hovered so close. She twitched, arched her hips, and then suddenly his tongue thrust inside her. With a little cry, she held his head, and when he licked and then sucked her hard, she exploded with an orgasm that rocked her whole body. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, followed by exquisite little clenches as the sensation receded. Her body felt heavy and she couldn't begin to speak or move . . . but it wasn't enough. She craved his arms wrapped around her and needed him to make wild, sweet love to her.

Before she could recover from the orgasm, she felt him enter her with one slow, easy thrust. God, having him inside her felt so delicious. With a soft moan, she wrapped her legs around him and ran her hands over the bunching muscles of his back. He started a gentle rhythm, and Arabella knew he wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm again, and so he somehow was holding back. Even in his youth he'd been a giver, loving her pleasure as much as his own. When the heat started to build, she gripped his shoulders and urged him deeper, harder, and when she felt another orgasm take her, she cried out, amazed. He cupped her ass and thrust fast, deep, and she felt the heat, the pulse of his release.

Grady held her there, remaining buried inside her body, as if reluctant to break the intimate connection, and Arabella understood.

Finally, he pulled out and rolled to the side. For a few hard-breathing moments, they remained on the round float that had somehow managed to stay inflated. Arabella stared at the ceiling, watching dust motes dance in the sunshine like little fairies. She swallowed hard, trying to absorb what had just happened, but her brain wouldn't allow it. For just a little while, she only wanted to feel, not think. When was the last time she'd allowed herself to get caught up in the moment?

But then, oh God . . . her heart thudded when it suddenly occurred to her that she'd done the one thing she'd warned herself not to do . . . and she'd done it without a thought of using protection.


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Mentally counting back, she realized that it was unlikely she was pregnant, but she didn't know how to voice that awkward reassurance to Grady. And the thought of a baby, his baby, brought a lump of emotion to her throat and she suddenly had a difficult time holding back tears. Don't cry!

Grady must have heard the hitch in her breathing, because he took her by surprise and reached for her hand. And oh, his simple gesture was almost her undoing.

"We need to declare a truce," he said softly.

Arabella nodded. "Well, if this was your white flag . . ." she said.

"And it would be perfectly fine with me if we continued to do . . . this. What do you think?"

Grady's question shocked Arabella. She'd been fully prepared for him to tell her that this was a mistake that couldn't happen again. After all, he was the one who had set the ground rules. Her instincts told her-no, screamed at her-to resist. Having her heart shattered by him once was enough. But then again, resistance was pointless. She loved him. She craved his touch. And so why shouldn't she surrender her body to him for the next few weeks?

"We don't have to tackle the past or make promises-" He stopped and cleared his throat. "For a future. But I think we just proved that no matter what, the passion between us is still as hot as ever. Trying to keep from doing this was driving me nuts. So, for the sake of the reunion   show . . ."