She stepped closer and dropped to her knees before him. His heart was about to pound its way through his chest as he watched her delicate fingers unclasp his belt and unzip his trousers. He raised his hips from the bed as she tugged them down, taking his boxer briefs at the same time. That first brush of her fingertips against his length was like a rocket straight to the center of his body. It made him lightheaded. It made him delirious and thankful and hundreds of other things he couldn’t begin to put a label on. He did his best to stay grounded in the moment as she took him in her hand and stroked firmly.
If only she knew that every single thing she did only made him want and need her even more. As she rolled her thumb over the tip when she reached the top, he thought he might pass out. If he didn’t concentrate and get with the program, he was going to come from only a few passes. He focused on her, on the beauty of her face and on the recollection that he’d waited too long for this to be anything less than perfect.
Still, when she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, his mind and body resumed their battle, and this time, it was a full-body campaign. He could hardly believe this was happening. He eased his head back on the bed and combed his fingers into her hair, trying to wrap his mind around her hot and velvety lips riding his length. Luckily, she knew to take things slowly and carefully. She didn’t apply too much pressure, just enough to make him wish that this moment would go on forever. When she loosened the grip of her lips, he was disappointed for only a second. He opened his eyes to watch her removing her panties, then she straddled him on the bed, bracketing his hips with her knees.
She ground her center against his erection, which was an awful lot of physical gratification considering how badly he wanted to be inside her. She was wet and warm against his length and she was clearly enjoying it, as she moaned softly and dropped her head to one shoulder, her beautiful blond hair cascading to the side. It was a vision worth holding on to, but he needed to make love to her the way he needed air and water.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
She hopped off the bed so quickly it was as if she had anticipated the question. “I do.” Sliding the bedside-table drawer open, she pulled out a foil packet, tore it open and rolled it onto his length. She then stretched out next to him on the bed. He rolled to his side and kissed her, cupping her breast with his hand, relishing the velvety feel of her skin against his. Tara rolled to her back and he followed, positioning himself between her legs. She let her knees drop to the bed and he took another moment to admire her beauty before he drove inside. Her body welcomed him, then gathered around him tightly, wrapping him up in the most mind-blowing heat. He was overwhelmed by the sensations as they began to move together. She was perfect. Exactly as he’d always hoped.
He focused on her breaths as he found the perfect spot to deliver the pressure he knew she’d need. The tension coiled deep in his belly, pulling tighter and tighter until he was worried he couldn’t take it much longer. But Tara was showing her own signs of approaching that blissful moment when you come undone and still want more. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs, meeting his every thrust with a forceful rock of her hips. A few more thrusts and she fell apart, tossing her head back on the bed and thrashing from side to side. Grant sucked in a deep breath as he felt the dam break and wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through him. He closed his eyes and let every serious thought of friendship and foes, and love and loyalty float away. He knew that they would return, but for now, everything was perfect.
Eight
Tara didn’t like the idea of regret over sleeping with Grant. But in the light of day, as the early-morning sun streamed in through her bedroom window, casting him in a golden glow, she was torn. Last night had been incredible, and it had been too long since she’d had a man in her bed. But her choice of man might not have been the best. She hadn’t been looking at the long-term ramifications last night. She’d only been looking at how hot Grant was, and reacting to the pure power of his kiss.
But she couldn’t afford for her position with Sterling to be compromised, not when she was just getting started. A woman couldn’t start work at the company her dead ex-husband had founded, sleep with the CEO and expect her colleagues to hold her in high esteem. It simply wasn’t how things worked in the real world.
“Last night was amazing.” She didn’t want to lay it on too thick, but Grant had earned the accolade. Tara smoothed her hand over his
