Though his achingly sweet tone melted
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B.J. balled her hands into fists. She wished she could sneer something scathing like, Gee, maybe because this whole marriage idea has nothing to do with me and everything to do with your own sense of morality. But she couldn’t utter the words.
Strange. She kept finding more and more she
was unable to say aloud lately, which was very unlike her. But the truth was, if he really cared about her or the baby, he’d—
Grady’s fingers curled, and he ran his knuckles over her jaw, watching his own hand caress her as if it was the most intriguing sight in the world.
B.J. stopped breathing even as she warned,
“Don’t crowd me, Slim,” and grabbed his hand, pulling it from her cheek. But, oh wow, that felt good. She didn’t remember to let go of him, and her fingers cradled his warm, thick wrist, wanting to pull it back to her and press his palm against her aching breasts. “You can’t sweet talk me into this.”
He had the gall to look amused. “I assure you, it never once crossed my mind I could sweet talk the ultimate hard-ass, B.J. Gilmore, into doing
anything.”
When he tilted his head as if he was going to kiss her, she swallowed and tightened her grip on his wrist like that would stop the procession of his lips. Meeting his gaze with a stony expression, she said, “You can’t seduce me into it either.”
He looked startled by the idea. But a moment later, his gaze settled on her lips. He sucked in a breath when she flicked out her tongue nervously to wet them. He was going to kiss her anyway, damn it.
This wasn’t good. If he got her on her back, she’d probably agree to anything he wanted, probably even let him coax her into his ridiculous idea of marriage.
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But he threw her off track when he quietly
admitted, “I can’t stop thinking about Houston.”
Her thighs trembled, and her nipples tightened.
God, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it either.
“We were good together,” he breathed, tilting his face even closer until their foreheads were
centimeters from touching. “And don’t try to disagree with me. I’ll know you’re lying. You liked it just as much as I did.”
“S-so?” she uttered in a suddenly shaky voice.
“Good sex does not—”
“It’d be a nice little side benefit, though, wouldn’t it?” His mouth was close enough it brushed hers with every few words he spoke.
“Just imagine it.” His warm breath caressed her face. “Any time you wanted it, there I’d be. You could wake up on a lazy Saturday morning, roll toward me, and take me any way you wanted.”
She swallowed, helpless but to imagine it.
“I miss that about being married,” he said,
tugging free of her hold on his wrist so he could bring his fingers back to her face. Tracing the bottom curve of her lip, he continued. “I miss knowing someone was beside me to touch and kiss whenever I wanted. But knowing it’d be you would be even more…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to. Closing her eyes, B.J. lifted her face in surrender.
Grady took her offered lips greedily, drinking the taste of her, straight off her tongue. Groaning, he moved his fingers up into her hair, holding her head steady as he ate at her mouth.
It’d been over a month since they’d been
together. But she could still recall the exact texture of his fingers on her. His familiar smell invaded her nostrils, dragging her under and sweeping her into a quickly rising flood of passion. His hands were hot 113
and sure as he stripped off her shirt in one swift move and cupped her breasts.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch,” she cried, going stiff in his arms, yet tightening her grip on him and holding on for dear life. “They’re tender.”
“Sorry,” he rasped.
She thought he’d leave the swollen members
alone. But telling him they were ultra sensitive only seemed to make him more interested. Gentling his touch, he pushed down the cups and gathered the twins in his hands, massaging with a skill that made her suck in a breath and arch against him.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed out. “Ahhhhhh.”
She closed her eyes as he kneaded and leaned down to suck one peak into his mouth. And she quickly learned tender breasts not only made them easily hurt but just as easily pleasured. Gritting her teeth, she belted out a stream of curses, thinking if he didn’t get inside her soon, she was going to go off without him.