Tara’s eyes drifted open and shut, then open and shut again as the pleasure wound through her. There was too much thrill of the new, too much excitement from the unexpected. This was wrong. So wrong. And that made it feel so right.
“You are so damn sexy,” Grant growled into her ear. He bit her neck softly; he licked her skin. His mouth was sheer heaven and part of her really hoped that she’d get to experience it all over her body tonight.
“So are you,” she muttered, her thoughts so disjointed it was like her head was in the clouds. “I had no idea you’d be like this.”
“Like what? Not nice?”
He moved to the other side of her neck, but he slid his fingers down lower and slipped one inside her. He thrust hard, the heel of his hand hitting her apex, over and over again. Damn. She was so close to the peak she could hardly think straight. “Everything you’re doing right now is better than nice.” So much better.
Tara’s breaths were so ragged it was as if they were being ripped from her lungs. All the while the pressure was building between her legs and her knees were growing weaker. Grant squeezed her wrists hard, pressing them into the wall as she thrust her hips forward, needing more. Craving. Wanting. Finally the orgasm tore through her and she called out, a cry that was quickly extinguished by the crush of Grant’s mouth. He kissed her deeply and with a passion she’d never experienced. It was raw and untamed, nothing but pure want. Their tongues wound together in a languid circle as he slowed the passes with his finger, but didn’t relinquish control. She didn’t begrudge him any of it. It was the sexiest thing she’d experienced in, well, quite frankly, ever.
She buried her face in his neck as she rode out the final waves of pleasure. She kissed his Adam’s apple, which seemed to be bulging from his neck. “I want to make you happy,” she said, realizing too late that it might sound like more of a promise than she was willing to keep.
“Good. Because that’s just the start.”
He let go of her hands and Tara collected herself, tugging down her skirt, but not bothering with buttoning her blouse. It wasn’t going to be on long. She kicked off her heels as Grant removed his suit coat, then she took his hand and led him upstairs.
As soon as they were in her room, she began working on his shirt, eager to get rid of it and start exploring his body the way he had hers. The sight of his chest and bare shoulders elicited a groan from deep in her throat. He was broad and firm with a lovely patch of dark hair in the center. He’d been working out and she was going to reap the benefits. She kissed his pecs, her fingers curling into his defined and muscular biceps. He threaded his hands inside her blouse and pushed it from her shoulders, then teased her by tracing his fingers up and down the channel of her back, over the strap of her bra, bypassing the chance to take it off. Tara shifted one hand from his arm to the front of his pants, where his steely erection was waiting for her. She pressed against his length and he groaned his approval. She rubbed up and down, using a delicate pressure, just enough to make him harder.
“What do you want, Grant?”
He reached for her chin and raised it so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I want everything you want to give me. Absolutely everything.”
It was like she was breathing in his words and they served only to embolden her. She wanted to rock his world. She wanted tonight to be memorable. This had to be a one-time thing. There was too much on the line with their shared business interests for it to be anything more than that. That was the only coherent thought she could muster.
She kissed him one more time to make sure this was what she wanted. The way he pulled her into his arms and dug his fingers into the back of her hair spoke of possessiveness. He was being dominant and she loved every minute of it. This was not a characteristic she expected from Grant, the good-looking guy next door. The heartbreaker with the puppy-dog eyes. And so she went with it, just to see what was next.
Grant was so overwhelmed by the sensory pleasure of having Tara half-naked in his arms that all logical thought was gone. His body and mind had been at war, and his brain had been defeated. This was Tara. The woman he’d wanted for so long. The woman he’d fantasized about hundreds of times. Her beautiful body was at his command right now. She was his for the taking. And there was part of him that was telling his brain to keep track of every unbelievable detail. The curve of her hips under his hand, the creamy skin of her breasts and the sweet sin of her mouth.
He kissed her deeply and then led her over to the bed, where he perched on the very edge. “I want to watch you undress.”
A coy smile crossed her lips, which made his erection that much harder. He ached for her so badly it was hard to believe he’d ever be able to walk again. “You naughty boy,” she said, pushing on his chest with a playful nudge.
Grant eased back on his elbows, wishing his pants were off. He could hardly stand the strain of his rigid length against his boxer briefs. Still, he relished the view as Tara, still wearing her black lace bra, unzipped her skirt with her back to him. She
