All I Ever Wanted(42)

"Pull out, and turn me around." He knew she was trying for a commanding tone, but it was breathless. Still, he obeyed. He'd do whatever the hell she wanted. He would have done anything she'd asked of him and more . . . always more.

Turning to face the mirror, she stepped in front of him and went up on tiptoe. She reached up as high as she could and hooked her arms around his neck. "Make me go crazy with your fingers while we both watch."

Grady swallowed hard and could only nod. Have her naked body stretched upward waiting for his touch? All coherent words fled his brain. First, he lightly rolled her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs while she clung to his neck. She tilted her head to the side and her eyes fluttered shut. "Don't forget to watch," he whispered. He applied more pressure and then more until she whimpered and arched her body. When he pinched, she gasped. He knew where she wanted him caressing her the most, and she could issue the command, but she allowed the sensual torture. When he finally removed his fingers, he stared at her dusky nipples, pink, pointed from his touch. He kissed her neck while slowly sliding his hands down her body until one hand rested on the top of each thigh. He inched closer and closer.

"Grady . . . I want-"

"I know what you want," he said, and, parting her folds, he dipped his middle finger into her silken heat. Sliding out, he moved in slow circles, lightly caressing, knowing from the hitch in her breathing that she was nearly there. Then he applied sudden pressure and watched in the mirror while her orgasm washed over her. Arching her hips, she pushed against his finger and then went rigid for a moment, gasping before crying out. Her hands slipped from his neck and he had to catch her, hold her when she went limp in his arms.

They both uttered half sentences, stringing together words that had no meaning other than to communicate that they were both completely blown away.

Grady wanted to lift her up but his own legs weren't exactly steady. "Babe, I think we'll have to settle for a bath. I can't . . . can't hardly stand." Arabella's husky laugh made him smile at her in the mirror. Their gazes met, held. "You turn me inside out," he said, and meant it. When they were younger, they'd been uninhibited . . . wild, but this deep sensuality was on another level, unmatched by anything Grady could begin to imagine.

They somehow made it over to the big bathtub, staggering, laughing. "Is this what they call drunk in love?"

"I think so."

Grady turned on the water while Arabella dumped a generous amount of fragrant bath beads beneath the running faucet. 

"I'm going to smell like a girl," Grady said as he stepped into the tub. He reached out to help her over the side to join him.

With a throaty laugh, Arabella reached over and cupped his balls. "Trust me, you are all man."

Grady laughed with her. He sat at one end and she the other, soaking, relaxing until they were both nearly asleep.

"Mmm, this feels so amazing," she said dreamily.

"I feel like I'm made of that liquid gel inside of Stretch Armstrong."

"I could sit here all night but I'm getting hungry," she said, and her stomach responded with a growl. Arabella chuckled. "Do I still get my cookie?" Her eyes fluttered shut and she lazily trailed her fingers through the water.

"Arabella, you can have anything your heart desires."

"Anything?" Her eyes remained closed and her hair dipped into the bubbles. Her cheeks were flushed and he loved the peekaboo her breasts were playing between mounds of dissolving bubbles. "Well, now, that would most certainly be . . . you." She opened her eyes and gave him a tender, almost shy smile, and Grady knew in that moment he'd do anything to keep her in his life. He'd lost her once and he'd be damned if he'd lose her again.

"Ah, princess, all you have to do is ask. Your wish has and always will be granted," he said in a teasing tone, but he meant every word.

"Then will you go on the cookie-and-meatloaf run?" She raised her eyebrows and looked so damned cute that he couldn't begin to refuse her anything she wanted.

"Your wish is my command."

"Mmm, I could get used to this treatment," she said, but then lowered her gaze as if it might reveal too much.

"I built this house for you, Arabella. You're not a guest here. And if there's anything else you need help with-your business, anything-all you have to do is ask."

"I know." Arabella looked at him and nodded. "But I've always made my own way. I can't give that part of myself up."

"I understand." He knew by the determined look in her eyes that this wasn't the time to press and so he nodded. "I admire your independence, but it's okay to need someone, Bella. Just remember that, okay?"