Humming in appreciation, she blatantly
skimmed her eyes up his trim jeans and tucked-in shirt to his tanned throat and striking face. Oh, yeah, he wasn’t lacking at all.
“Smell good too,” she added, moving even closer until her nose was only inches from his neck, where she took a big whiff, almost groaning when she inhaled his irresistible male scent.
The heat coming off his body was intoxicating.
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B.J. shivered in delight. “I don’t mind the way your hands felt on me either,” she whispered into his ear.
She lifted her fingers to his hair and was about to tell him she liked the texture when he caught her wrist. She gasped in surprise and met his steely stare.
“I remember Amy talking about how you used to take in stray dogs and patch them up.” His nostrils flared as he spoke, telling her their proximity affected him even though he held himself back. “I’m not some lame bird with a broken wing, B.J.”
No, he was a man, a flesh and blood, virile man who wanted something from her besides pity. Well, B.J. decided she could oblige...with pleasure.
“Thank God,” she purred, rubbing against him.
“Because right now I want some hard, fast sex, no strings attached, no emotions involved...just body to body, mouth to mouth...” She murmured the last few words against his lips and didn’t finish the sentiment before his tongue was scraping over her teeth.
His hands skimmed her body once before he
grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She stripped off his pants. More articles of clothing followed as they stumbled toward a
hallway.
“Where’s your room?” Grady asked, wrapping
his arms around her waist and hauling her off her feet. Dazed by the explosion of need roaring through her and the desperation with which she wanted it quenched, she pointed out a door. He pushed it open with his foot and carried her all the way to the bed.
Sitting her on the mattress, he followed until they were facing each other. As she peeled off his shirt, he focused his attention on her breasts.
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bra. When she still winced, he whispered his regret and bent his head to spread a few apologetic kisses over the swollen flesh. B.J. forgave him immediately, especially when he sucked a throbbing bud into his mouth.
Warm, caressing fingers skimmed down her skin and hovered over her stomach a moment before pressing gently as if greeting the baby inside.
“Passed out any today?” he asked, glancing up at her with concern.
B.J. shook her head and lifted her hand to his hair. “Vomited?” he wondered.
Her hand dropped as she sent him an irritated scowl. “No, doctor,” she said impatiently. “I have not passed out or hurled once today. Do you want to take my temperature next?”
He grinned. “Only if you think you can handle my thermometer?”
Mouth dropping, B.J. could only gape at him for a moment. Then she sputtered, “Oh, my God. Did I hear wrong, or did the golden boy of Tommy Creek, Texas just make a dirty, suggestive comment?”
“Golden boy?” he echoed in surprise. Shaking his head, bemused, he leaned over her, causing her to lie back on the bed. “Let me convince you just how wrong you are.”
Giving her a hard, demanding kiss, he set his hands on her knees and pushed them apart. B.J. was ready. She wanted to feel his thick probing head at her entrance more than she wanted her next breath.
And when she did, she breathed out a sigh of relief.
Finally. He pushed his way deeper into her.
But suddenly, he stopped and pulled out. B.J.
tightened her thighs around him in protest, but he merely shook his head. “Not yet,” he told her. “I refuse to rush this.”
“Rushing sounds fine to me,” she argued.
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But he had other ideas.
Murmuring coaxing words she couldn’t even
understand, he slipped his fingers down to toy with her, and his mouth evoked pleasure from her skin.
He kissed her throat and breasts, working his way across her stomach. B.J. tensed, expecting and craving the feel of his tongue between her legs. But he didn’t go any further than her belly button.
After dipping a finger inside to test her
moisture, Grady straightened above her, bracing his arms on the mattress at either side of her head. He gazed into her eyes, going frustratingly slow as he started to enter her again as if purposely tormenting her. Once he was seated fully, he stroked out once and pushed immediately back in to the hilt. B.J.
cursed and dug her nails into his shoulders.
“You like?” he asked.
Biting her lip to swallow down a cry of desire, she rasped, “You know I do.”