All I Ever Wanted(35)

"No . . . it's too much . . ." she pleaded. Pulling back, he parted her folds and let the cool air caress her while she panted and quivered. When she calmed down, he dipped his head and kissed her, letting the stubble of his chin drive her wild. "Grady . . . God . . ." She tried to push up from the bed but she couldn't, and when he sucked gently he felt her come again. He could tell by her low, throaty cry that her orgasm was intense. She used to tell him that he could wring more pleasure out of her than should be humanly possible, not letting up until she all but melted into a pool of sizzling sensation. 

Grady stood up and gazed down at her naked beauty, flushed skin, rosy nipples, full breasts. Her chest rose and fell with each intake of breath, and, unable to restrain himself, he leaned in and took one taut nipple into his mouth. Knowing she was sensitive from her orgasms, he licked lightly but then nibbled just sharp enough to make her whimper. She blindly grabbed at his shoulders.

"Get . . . naked," she pleaded in a husky tone that sounded like velvet.

Grady made quick work of shedding his clothes. Thank God he'd brought condoms. Tearing open a packet with his teeth, he rolled one on and joined her on the bed. When he slid his body next to hers she sighed. Her warm, soft skin, the fullness of her breasts, pebbled nipples against his chest drove Grady wild with need. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on high alert. His hearing became more acute . . . their breathing, a sigh, a low moan, the whir of the paddle fan, the light rustle of his hand across the cover. Her sweet floral perfume mingled with the scent of woman and the spice of his aftershave. The aroma of vanilla candles wafted from the bathroom, curling through the air, swirling around them. When Grady licked her neck, Arabella tasted sweet, and the hint of peppermint candy on her lips had him dipping his tongue into her mouth for more.

Grady kissed her tenderly, wondering if she knew how much he still loved her. But he couldn't say it aloud, so he showed her with his hands, his mouth. Knowing she needed a few minutes to recover, he toyed, teased, played until he was nearly insane with needing to be buried deep inside her body. He wanted her silky heat to be wrapped around him, squeezing his cock, but he held back, wanting the first time in this bed to last.

And when Grady's fingers felt her silky and wet yet again, he came up to his knees, spread her wide, and then thrust deeply, fully in, as far as he could go. He made love to her slow and easy while he watched her. Beautiful. Enchanting. Sexy. Moving with his rhythm. He loved the jiggle of her breasts, and he watched while he pulled nearly all the way out and then slid back in, over and over into her slick warmth. She bit her bottom lip and pressed her hips upward until he was buried to the hilt.

Her eyes remained closed, and the rich color of her hair contrasted with the light blue bedspread. Her body was small but so lush, so gorgeous. Grady remembered her pleasure points, knew just which angle would drive her wild.

He knew the point when she wanted him to go faster, harder, but he held back, still wanting to keep her at the brink for as long as he could, until she needed to come more than she needed to breathe.

"Grady . . ."

Her soft plea was his undoing and he tilted her up, thrusting deep, pulling out to the tip and then giving her all of him, the way he knew she liked making love. Grady loved the elegant slope of her shoulders, the arch of her neck when she pushed her head against the pillows. Her hair fanned out all around her, rich, beautiful. Grady would forever have this sight, this picture in his mind to go back to and revisit over and over.

Arabella's throaty cry of his name sent Grady flying over the edge, and he felt a hot surge that seemed to start at his toes and fly through his body. He shuddered at the fierceness, the powerful pleasure that only she could tear from him. With a low moan Grady stayed there, cupping her ass, possessing her, loving her, never wanting the exquisite moment to end.


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And when she finally opened her eyes, she couldn't hide the raw emotion there. Her breath caught, but when she would have looked away, Grady cupped her chin and kissed her, telling her without words how much he still cared. Finally, he pulled out and rolled to the side.

For a few moments, they remained silent. Grady tried to think, to process how intense it was when he was with Arabella.

"Why did you come here?" Arabella asked.

"Because you're the sexiest woman on the planet."

"Grady . . ."

"Because I had to see you," he said simply. "To be with you," he added, knowing it sounded like all he wanted was the sex. But how could he tell her that seeing her in this house was nearly too much for him to bear? How could he begin to explain that he'd needed her when his mother was at her worst? That she had gutted him when she hadn't given him the chance to explain?