“You’re the only woman for me. I’ve known that my whole life. And I’m not the kind of guy who’s content to pretend with another. It was you or no one.” After kissing each of my breasts, he rose back up my body until I could feel him pushing at my opening. “You’re the only woman I’ve been with. I’m the only man you have. I want to take you just like this, with nothing between us”—his hips circled mine, pressing into me just enough to make me moan—“but if you want me to, if I need to, it’s okay—”
My head shook against the pillow. “I am on every form of birth control known to woman.”
Grant’s chest bounced against mine from his chuckle. “Had to check.”
“Thank you for checking.” My back arched as his body pressed deeper into mine.
“Now, baby, hold on.” His hands lifted my arms to his headboard, curling my fingers around the grooves of the metal design. “I’ve got seven years to make up for.”
I gripped his headboard as hard as I could, feeling the same way. When I felt his hips flex, I lifted mine to meet them. Despite how desperate I knew we both were to unleash years of pent-up need, Grant held back just enough. He lowered inside me slowly, giving my body a chance to accommodate him before he moved deeper.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip when he could go no farther, the breath hissing from his lips when I tightened around him.
“So? How is it?” I breathed.
“My god, Ryan,” he panted, his hand curling into my hip. “This was worth another seven years of jacking off to nothing but the image of you.”
The level of awe and seriousness in his voice made me almost smile. “Glad you think so.” I pulled my hips back, making his hand braced beside my head fist into the pillow. “Now . . .” I tipped my head and blew a soft breath by his ear. “Daddy”—his back quivered as I continued to slide off of him—“make me feel good. Show me what living’s all about.”
IT WAS A new day. It felt like a new life.
The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but still, I felt renewed. Reborn. Re something. I guessed that had plenty to do with the way Grant and I had spent the night. All of the night. Sleep deprivation would be the theme of the day, but I knew neither of us would complain. Not after last night.
I also knew the re-something feeling came from what he’d said before we’d fallen into bed. Experimental drugs and Europe kept filtering through my mind, reminders not to get hopeful at the same time they gave me hope.
“What time is it, baby?” Grant asked as I finished drying off. After a few rounds of sex, we’d decided a shower was in order.
“A little after four,” I answered, checking the time on my phone.
He grumbled, turning off the showerheads. “Dammit.”
“What?” I finished toweling off my hair and wrapped the towel around my body.
“I’ve got to leave in an hour.”
“So? That gives you plenty of time to get dressed and eat breakfast.” At the mention of food, my stomach rumbled. There’d been no lack of appetite-working-up last night.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t give me time to take my time with you.” Grant stepped out of the shower, wet and hard, a familiar look on his face.
My legs squeezed together, my heart already racing.
“So I’ll just have to speed things up.” He moved toward me, almost stalking me.
My head tipped back, admiring him as he approached. As many times as I’d had that man’s body last night, I wanted it that many times again and more right now. “Want a towel?”
“Sure.” He reached out and gripped my towel. “I’ll take this one.” He tugged it free from my body and threw it across the room.
“I thought the whole reason for jumping in the shower was to get clean.”
Grant nodded, half a smile on his face as he stationed himself behind me. “And the point of getting clean is to go and get dirty all over again.”
“Ah, of course it is.” I looked at him in the mirror as he formed his hands around my hips. “But I think this might be a bit of a logistical challenge. Unless you’ve got a step stool nearby or plan on dropping to your knees.” I stared up at Grant towering above me, my body already spiraling at the thought of him taking me again.
“I will happily get on my knees for you anytime you want, Ryan Hale. I will drop to my knees and worship you every minute of every day.” His hand dropped to my chin, tipping it back so I was looking at him. “Is that what you want right now? Me on my knees in front of you?”
I could feel my pulse in my temples, between my legs, in the arches of my feet. “No,” I whispered, looking him in the eyes. “I want you like this.”