“One night. That’s all you have to give me.” She leaned in close, as if to tell him a secret. “And I won’t tell anyone that you like me, if you don’t tell anyone that I like you, too.”
With that, she drew him back down over her so that she could give him one hot, sweet little kiss after another, each one of them made to confuse and inflame and drive his demons back down. Soon they were tangled up in each other again, his hands greedily filling themselves with her sleek curves, her sighs of pleasure sounding out against his mouth as he stroked over her br**sts, her hips.
Grayson wanted nothing more than to hear, to feel her come apart again in his arms, but before he could take her over yet another peak with his hands and mouth, she moved so quickly, and with such remarkable strength, that the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back with Lori straddling him.
“Next time I come,” she informed him in a no-nonsense voice, “you’re going to be inside me. Or else.”
Hell, those beautifully filthy words coming out of her pretty mouth were almost enough to finish things off for him right then and there, but of course she had to make things even more touch-and-go by reaching for his belt buckle and brushing her fingertips over his raging hard-on.
“There’s nothing you like more than torturing me, is there?” he asked as he shoved her hands aside to yank his jeans and boxers off himself.
“Actually,” she said as she stared at his erection with wide eyes, “there’s one thing I think I’m going to like a whole lot more than that.”
Before he could prepare for it, she reached out and wrapped her hand around him. His loud groan reverberated off his bedroom walls.
“Lori—”
“You had your fun with me, now I’m going to have mine with you.”
Naughty didn’t even come close to the way she looked as she licked her lips greedily and moved her hand down, then back up the length of him. And maybe he would have gritted his teeth and let her have her fun a while longer if she hadn’t shifted just then so that the tips of her long, dark hair tickled his chest and he could feel her warm breath coming down over him.
“Time for you to come again, farm girl,” he said as he yanked her back up his body. “So if you want to make good on your threat, you’d better grab one of the condoms out of my bedside table.”
“God, you’re bossy,” she said, but she’d never looked happier about his bossiness than she did when she leaned over to pull out the box of condoms. “You’ve never opened the box.” She frowned as she caught sight of the date stamped on it. “These expire next month. When’s the last time you had sex?”
“It should have been twenty minutes ago in my truck,” he growled as he grabbed the box out of her hands and ripped it open, sending condoms flying everywhere. Grabbing the nearest one, he had it on in seconds. “Now be quiet, and get over here.”
She was half-laughing, half-scowling as he lifted her back over his hips, but as soon as he began to slide inside, her eyes fluttered closed and she gave a low moan of pleasure.
He held tight to her hips so she wouldn’t move too fast—at least, not this first time, when he wanted to memorize every single sensation. How warm and wet and ready she was. How she fit him as though she’d been made for him.
“Please,” she begged him, his strong, dancing farm girl entirely lost to sensation. To need. “Please. Please. Please.”
Needing her just as much as she needed him, Grayson reached up to thread his fingers into her hair and pull her mouth down to his at the same moment that he flipped them over so that her back was pressed flat against his sheets. With one hard stroke, he thrust all the way inside, and as her inner muscles clenched tight around him, he completely forgot every one of his vows about holding back.
All that mattered—as he pulled her tightly to him and she held him just as close while they drove each other even higher and further—was loving Lori.
And letting her love him, too.
* * *
Grayson was crushing her, but Lori didn’t care if her lungs collapsed from trying to breathe with two hundred pounds of pure muscle pressing her deep into the mattress.
She’d never felt so good in all her life.
From almost-truck-sex to completely messing up his sheets, Grayson had totally rocked her sensual world to pieces. Here she’d thought she was a connoisseur of sex, but none of her previous lovers had made her come so fast, so hard, or so repeatedly. Heck, just lying here beneath him, she was practically on the verge again.
Only, making love with Grayson had been about so much more than just physical pleasure. For the very first time in her life, she actually felt whole; as if she’d needed to date and mess up with other men and relationships all these years just so that she could finally come around to this farm in the middle of nowhere and find the one man who truly mattered.
As they lay together, he continued to stroke her hip with one hand, her hair with the other. In his arms, she felt sated and adored and protected, and could have stayed like that forever.
Of course, considering she and Grayson had almost never seen eye to eye on anything, she wasn’t too surprised that he had other ideas—ones that included pulling her up from the bed.
“Is it time to mess up my sheets now?” she asked hopefully.
“Nope,” he said as he dragged her into his bathroom, turned on the warm spray of the shower, and pushed her under it. “It’s time to clean up, instead.”
She still wasn’t happy about having to be upright again, but at least she was getting a really nice eyeful of his naked body—not to mention an erection that wouldn’t quit. After he went to pick up one of the unused condoms that had fallen onto the floor, she reached for him with both hands.
He took them, but didn’t move into her arms. “I don’t know if I can control myself with you. You’re too beautiful.”
Her ex’s sweet words had been little more than lies to get what he wanted. But Grayson never said anything but the truth. Knowing he truly thought she was beautiful meant everything to her.
“Well, I know I can’t control myself with you.” She tugged at his hands. “Now come here and let’s both lose control again.”
Before she could even blink, Grayson had the condom on, then was lifting her up so that her back was pressed up against the tiled shower wall and her legs were around his waist.