Echoes at Dawn (KGI #5)(47)

After he teased the flesh into a taut bud, he swept his tongue over it. She cried out but he didn’t lift his head to check her reaction. He could tell by the instant tension that rolled through her body that she’d found pleasure.

He sucked tenderly, flicking the tip of his tongue repeatedly over the bundle of nerves, stroking and teasing.

“Rio!”

It came out more as a breathy sigh. It was the kind of sound that boosted a man’s ego. It told him he was pleasing his woman. That there wasn’t another man she was thinking of at this moment.

He worked downward, savoring hed, u ar taste and the way she arched into him. He licked over her opening then reached down to slide one finger inside.

He nearly groaned. She was so damn tight and all he had was his finger inside her. How much more glorious would she feel all snug around his cock?

Even though his body screamed at him to get his damn pants down and thrust inside her warmth, he knew he couldn’t blow this. Grace deserved better than a quick lay. He wanted to give her more. He wanted this to be…Well, hell. He wanted it to be special.

Nothing like performance anxiety at the two-minute warning. Right now his dick was warning him that if he didn’t get inside the end zone soon, it was going to be all over.

He sucked in a deep breath, inhaled her scent and nearly came in his pants right there. He needed out of his damn clothes. He was about to crawl right out of his skin.

He kissed her again, withdrew his finger and glanced up to see her staring down at him, her expression dazed and eyes burning with desire.

“Don’t move a muscle,” he managed to grind out.

He hastily stripped, or he started to. He’d ripped his shirt upward when her husky voice reached his ears.

“No, don’t hurry. Please. I want to watch.”

He had to close his eyes and collect himself. Everything she did and said just did it for him. He couldn’t ever remember a woman being so curious and eager to see and enjoy him. His body. They were usually in as every bit of a hurry as he was. It was sex. Hot, sweaty, quick sex.

If he had his way, he was going to stretch this out the entire damn night.

He slowed down and eased the shirt up his chest, baring himself inch by inch to her avid gaze. And she was staring hard at him. He lost her a moment when he finally pulled it over his head, but when his gaze settled back on her, she was caressing him with her eyes.

Her enjoyment of him was there for the world to see. Shining in her eyes. Clear, unapologetic appreciation. It made him want to bow up and flex or do some other equally immature male posturing.

“Now your pants,” she whispered.

As she made the request, she rose up to one elbow then pushed back with her other hand so she could fully see him. Just to make sure she was completely satisfied, he backed up a step so she could see all of him.

When his hands went to his fly, he heard her breath do a little fast hiccup. Getting into the spirit of the striptease, he took his time undoing the fly and easing the zipper down. He locked on to her gaze, enjoying watching her every reaction. He wondered if she even realized how expressive she was, how every thought seemed to be reflected in her eyes.

With the fly open, he slid his thumbs around the waistband, paused a moment and then began to ease his pants down. As soon as his dick popped free, her eyes widened. Her gaze went up to his, then back down, then back up again.

He couldn’t help himself. He let out what might be the cockiest grin ever.

“Like what you see?” he drawled.

“Somehow I didn’t see you as going commando.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “That’s all you have to say? You little tease.”

She smiled and then blushed. “I’m just glad you can’t read my mind.”

His eyes narrowed and he advanced, his c**k surging upward even more. It was so damn tight and swollen that even moving was painful. He felt like he was going to split apart at the seams. He’d never been so goddamn hard in his life.

He placed his hands down on the bed on either side of her hisidit ps and leaned i

n until their mouths were close and he could feel her breath on his lips.

“Tell me what you were thinking, Grace.”

Her eyes widened again and she blushed even harder.

“Tell me. I want to hear every little dirty thought that went through that mind of yours.”

Her pupils widened, darkening her eyes to midnight blue.

“I was wondering how we’d ever fit,” she whispered as if imparting a secret.

He smiled and then kissed her. Hard. When he pulled away, he was still smiling. “We’ll fit, Grace. I’ll make damn sure of that.”

CHAPTER 22

GRACE’S eyes widened once more and she glanced down as if seeking confirmation herself. He curled his hand around his length and stroked up and down, allowing her to see for herself his size.

“See? Not so bad,” he said in amusement.

She still didn’t look convinced, but he figured if she was still worrying about the size of his c**k when he got inside her, then he was doing it all wrong anyway.

After a gentle squeeze to the head and a moment to ward off impending orgasm, he put his hands on her shoulders and once more guided her down. This time he wanted to feast on those perfect br**sts.

He wanted to lick down one side of her body and back up the other. And although he loved br**sts as well as the next man, he was dying to fondle her ass and spend time exploring every curve and swell of that delectable backside. A curvy behind did it for him every time, and while Grace may be slender from her ordeal, she still had an ass to die for. He’d done his share of fantasizing about cupping it as he plunged into her.