Arabella knew she'd never be happy without him, but even though he denied wanting to tour, she'd felt the shift, the excitement leading up to the concert, and she wondered if the brothers could resist the offers sure to come their way.
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Grady sucked in his bottom lip and appeared ready to say something but then remained quiet.
Needing to have her hands on every inch of his sexy body, Arabella pushed up to her knees. Holding his gaze, she scooted to the side of the bed. She put a fingertip to his mouth, over the softly abrasive stubble, and then explored his chest, the definition of muscle, letting her hands sink lower and lower still. He sucked in a quick breath when she lightly grazed her hand over his shaft and then cupped his sac. Wanting to feel that steely hardness against her skin, she tugged her sweater downward until the V-neck hugged the bottom of her breasts, pushing them closer together. Leaning forward, she pressed his penis into her cleavage, and then, cupping his firm ass, she moved slowly up and down, caressing him with her breasts.
"God, Arabella," Grady said in a low, almost strained voice.
She could feel the pulsing power of his cock, the velvety tight skin, the swollen head hot and hard between her breasts. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his skin, making her even more aroused. She felt his muscles tighten and she knew he was fighting for control. When he would have pushed away, she squeezed his ass tighter, moved faster, showing no mercy. . . .
She felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper of her jeans, and with one rough tug, he pulled the denim down her thighs. Shoving her silk panties to the side he slid his finger into her slick heat.
With a sharp cry, she felt the impact of an immediate, explosive orgasm that made her entire body tremble. Mindlessly, she kept caressing him and then felt the warm gush of his release against her skin.
They clung to each other, chests heaving, hearts beating.
Wordlessly, Grady eased her back against the pillows, tugged her jeans the rest of the way off, and then joined her on the bed. He pulled her close, their bodies entwining, and just moments later Arabella drifted off to sleep, snuggled in the arms of her lover.
Bacon. Yawning, she sniffed the air, thinking that surely she must be dreaming. Nope, she smelled bacon. She opened her eyes, disoriented, wondering if it was day or night.
The room was dark, and a glance over to the tall window revealed stars dotting the horizon. She reached for the nightstand to check the time on her cell phone but came up empty-handed. The bed remained made, but a plush cover was draped over her naked body.
Standing up on wobbly legs, she used the bathroom and then found Grady's shirt on the floor and tugged it over her head, making the haphazard bun come loose. She lifted the soft cotton to her nose, inhaling his masculine scent. Padding on bare feet, she left the bedroom and crossed the living area, following the delicious smoky aroma into the kitchen.
Grady's bare back was to her, so she stood there and watched him cook, thinking she'd never seen a sexier sight. His jeans clung to his perfect butt, and his muscles bunched and rippled while he moved here and there, intent on his cooking. Impressed, she leaned against the doorframe and watched him crack eggs one-handed. Then, finding a whisk, he deftly scrambled the eggs. Glancing at the stove, he muttered, "Shit." Grabbing some tongs, he flipped the frying bacon to the other side. With a sigh, he peeked into the oven and then nodded as if satisfied with the progress of whatever was baking.
She could watch this cooking show all day long.
When Grady turned to get something from the fridge, he looked over and spotted her, giving her a smile that made her melt faster than a pat of butter in the skillet.
"Hey there." Grady swept his gaze over her and appeared to like what he saw. "Hungry?" The top snap of his faded jeans remained undone, making them hang low on his hips. She considered walking over there, pulling the denim down, and having her way with him.
"Starving."
"Good."
"Is it still today or is it tomorrow?" she asked with a yawn.
"It could be forever," he said softly, and Arabella tried to squelch a glimmer of hope.
Grady looked at her for a heart-stopping moment and then tilted his head to the side. "A little after seven in the evening, sleepyhead. But all I could find was breakfast stuff, so we're having breakfast for dinner."
"Fine by me," she said, and noticed that he'd put the red roses in a cut-glass vase. "I want the works except for coffee, or I'll be up all night."