All I Ever Wanted(47)

Arabella jumped off the stool and put both palms in the air. "Stop right there!"

Grady's eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks. "Why?"

"Get ready for the Dirty Dancing catching-me-and-lifting-me-in-the-air move! Here I come!"





 CHAPTER THIRTEEN



HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE?

"Holy shit!" Grady planted his feet but wasn't quite prepared when Arabella came flying at him. He caught her and hoisted her above his head, but when she spread her arms he lost his balance, staggering sideways and narrowly missing the coffee table. With a grunt, he grazed a potted plant, maneuvered past a floor lamp, and came to a standstill in the center of the room.

Still, Arabella squealed with delight and looked down at him. "Not quite perfect, but an A for effort! Keep going into the bedroom."

"I kinda want a beer."

"The beer can wait."

"Okay, bossy pants." He grinned up at her.

"I won't have pants on for long. But I'll still be bossy," she said with her arms still in the flying position. "This is cool. I want you to carry me around like this all the time. Can we do this at the grocery store? The view from up here is sweet."

Grady laughed while he headed for the bedroom. "Well, you've whipped all of us into better shape. I couldn't have done this a couple of months ago. But I think doing this in the grocery store might get us some odd looks. And test my strength."

"Who cares when you're flying high?"

Grady tossed her into the middle of the bed and she laughed when she bounced. "You're in a good mood. Wait, have you been day-drinking?" he asked.

"Just a little bit of wine, but the celebration will continue when I tell you what I just did."

Grady felt a surge of anticipation. "What did you just do?" 

"Not yet, first things first." She tugged her shirt off and shimmied out of her jeans, tossing them over the side of the bed. "Get on over here, heartthrob."

"Come on, have a heart."

"I'm about to."

Laughing, Grady pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. "You can't say that and leave me hanging."

Arabella pointed at him. "You're not exactly hanging."

Grady glanced down. "You've got a point. Actually, I've got a point." And all it had taken was looking at her lying in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a baby-blue satin push-up bra and matching thong. "Okay, you win." He quickly shed his shoes and the rest of his clothes. "But don't expect me to go slow."

"I don't." She gave him a saucy smile and then unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill out for him to see. She arched her hips. "Take my panties off."

"Gladly." He tugged the barely there wisp of satin and lace down her smooth legs and tossed it over his head.

Arabella laughed. "You somehow managed to land them on top of the ceiling fan again."

"Another superpower of mine," he said, and then, kneeling above her, leaned over and cupped her breasts in his hands, loving the soft skin, their firm weight. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, making her moan. Then, in one swift move, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him.

She yelped but then laughed down at him. "Nice one."

"Thank you."

She reached between their bodies and stroked him.

"Ride me, Arabella," Grady said, and she rose to straddle him. He held her waist and helped guide her while she slowly sank down, inch by inch, onto his cock. Closing her eyes, she sat there for a moment, relishing the feeling of having him deep inside her.

"You feel so good." Her chest rose and fell with each breath. She swallowed, groaned, and then opened her eyes and locked her gaze with his.

Sunlight reached through the tall window, picking up the highlights in her hair. She looked down at him, smiled, and then ran her fingertips oh so lightly over his chest until she reached the intimate place where their bodies joined. Her breath caught, and then she started to move. Coming up to her knees, she stroked his cock with her body, warm, soft, wet. Her breasts bounced with the movement while she rode him hard and fast.

Grady held her firmly around the waist, helping to lift her high enough so he could watch while she stroked him from root to tip and then slammed back down. He felt her thighs quiver with the effort, and a trickle of sweat slid between her breasts. She tilted her head to the side and her eyes fluttered shut. . . .

"Grady!" she said in a low, throaty whisper, and he felt her body pulsing, gripping, and clenching. He watched her body become flushed while she rode out the orgasm. She tilted her head to the side and pushed her shoulders back, and he knew he'd never see a more alluring sight. With a groan, Grady thrust upward, holding her ass while white-hot pleasure ripped through his body and shot into hers.