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proceed in another few seconds.”
Not wanting to lose his opportunity, Grady
immediately set his hands on her knees and bent down. He was very tentative at first; his tongue was soft and gentle. When B.J. arched and made a sound of pleasure, he paused and glanced up.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Don’t stop,” she yelled.
He sent her a slow, self-satisfied smile and lowered his head again. ****
“B.J.?” Grady whispered.
“Hmm?” she murmured drowsily, feeling as limp as a noodle.
Yep, Tornado Grady had struck again. In the
last half hour he’d topped their first night together like it was nothing. Three times. Holy crap, she’d had three explosive orgasms right in a row. First from her own ministrations, then from his mouth, finishing with a round of good ol’ fashioned sex...with her on top.
The guy was a Lothario, no question about it.
Her time with him—as much time as she was going to get—would be one big roller coaster ride with loops and drops aplenty to keep her wanting more.
She was going to love every second of it. She just hoped it didn’t end nasty and—
“Will you marry me?” he asked, interrupting her wishful thoughts.
Her brows pulled together. “I thought I told you—”
She stopped dead when she rolled toward him
and saw the ring in his hand. It had a huge white diamond on it and was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. The thrill inside her about had her launching herself into his arms right then.
“I bought it this morning,” he said. “I would’ve given it to you sooner, but I think you successfully 167
sidetracked me.” The grin he sent her said he didn’t mind the distraction in the least.
B.J. found it suddenly hard to breathe. Forcing herself to toughen up, she eyed the amazing ring with cool disdain and snorted. “I hope you don’t actually think I’ll ever wear any kind of jewelry.”
He merely smiled, a lazy tilting of the lips. “But it’s a wedding ring. Lots of men wear them too. So, I don’t actually consider it jewelry.” He shrugged.
“Once you get used to it, you kind of feel naked without it on. Think of it as underwear. It’s just another part of getting dressed in the morning.”
B.J. sent him a dry look. “Ever heard of going commando?”
His eyes glittered with amusement. “Married
people don’t go commando.”
She snorted. “Oh, really? And why’s that?”
He shrugged. “There’s always clean underwear around to wear when you’re married.”
B.J. threw back her head and laughed. As she was holding her stomach and chuckling, Grady took her hand and started to try the ring on.
Immediately, she grew alarmed and curled her fingers into a fist, preventing him from finishing his unwavering task.
His probing gaze lifted to hers.
“You don’t want to do this, Grady,” she
whispered. “I’m warning you. It’ll just turn into a disaster if we get married.”
Keeping his eyes on hers and not saying a word, he slowly pried opened her fingers. If his hand would’ve been warm and confident, she probably would’ve fought him harder. But as it was, his cold touch trembled with an uncertainty that tugged at her heartstrings.
They silently stared at each other as he slid the ring into place. It fit a little snug, making her panic and suck in a breath, thinking it would never come 168
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off again. Then she grew even more unnerved
because she didn’t really want it off.
The moment was too intense to suit her. Her
pulse leapt uncontrollably, and she felt things for Grady she’d never felt for anyone. But with his chilly fingers still touching hers and the ring banded around her, she experienced a connection with him that was simply overwhelming. Only a person who had never possessed any compassion in their entire life would be able to turn him down at that moment.
B.J. thought she was doing well with the casual, uncaring shrug she managed. “Fine.” Let the
stubborn fool have his way for a little while before he realized how right she was. “But you asked for this.
We’ll try the whole marriage thing until it falls through. And when it does—which it will—I’m going to be right there in your face, saying I told you so.”
Grady nodded. “All right then,” he told her, blowing out a relieved—or was that a petrified—
breath. “We’ll get married next Friday.”
“Next Friday?” she said dumbly. So soon?
Grady merely sent her a look that said, Well, why wait?
B.J. swallowed and immediately put on her cool face again, ignoring the leap of excitement in her belly. She gave another unconcerned shrug.