Her Forever Hero (Unexpected Heroes #3)(58)

“Yes, baby, I like it.”

“Good, because I like tasting you, touching you, stroking you,” she said, and bent forward again to swirl her tongue around his tip.

“Enough!” He grabbed her arms and pulled her up, fire brewing in his eyes, danger in his features. “My turn.”

When he pushed her back, she stumbled on the bed, and before she could say a word he was on top of her, his thickness caressing her folds while his mouth devoured hers.

They broke apart only long enough to take a breath, then their lips found each other’s again. She ran her hands along his back, her nails scraping him as she tried to hold on.

“I want you inside me, Cam,” she cried, lifting her hips to meet his. “Right now!”

“Yes, Grace, yes,” he groaned.

He spread her thighs, and then with one deep thrust he was buried inside her. It had been too long, and that one thrust had her right on the edge of losing control.

“Not yet, Grace,” he said between gritted teeth. “Let’s do this together.”

Then, hard and slowly so she could feel every inch of his penetration, he moved within her body. She shook in his arms as his lips ravished hers while his manhood consumed her.

The two of them climbed higher and higher, then his movements sped up, and it was too much for Grace. She clung tightly to him as her body released the exquisite tension. She squeezed him tightly as he continued to thrust in and out of her.

And a cry spilled from his lips as he rested against her and shook with the power of his orgasm. All the while, she was riding wave after wave of pleasure, sensations she had only ever felt with Cam, intensity that couldn’t be explained. It was all good, it was all perfect, and it was only Cam.

When Cam finally rolled off her, then pulled her tightly into his arms, Grace didn’t resist. Why should she even try to fight him? She was exactly where she wanted to be.





When Cam came down the stairs looking devastatingly handsome in his custom tuxedo, Grace’s mouth not only dropped open, it also watered.

“You’re a vision, Grace.”

It took a moment for his words to process, and then she smiled. “I was going to say the same thing about you, Cam. Boy, do you clean up well.”

“I wear a suit daily to work,” he reminded her.

“Oh, a suit and a tux are two totally different things. You could stop traffic. And I shudder to think about the hearts you’ll be stopping at this engagement party. Don’t get any ideas.”

“You’re going to give me an inflated ego,” he said as he approached and pulled her into his arms. “I hate to wrinkle your dress or screw up your makeup, but I have to taste these luscious red lips.”

She got no more warning than that, and then he was kissing her with so much hunger, she was ready to call in sick and go back upstairs with him. When he pulled back, her body was flushed and her lips so red that they no longer needed lipstick.

“If you keep kissing me like that, you can wrinkle me anytime you like,” she said huskily as she smoothed the front of her dress with her hand.

“It will be my pleasure, but a woman as beautiful as you look tonight needs to be shown off to the world. The future bride doesn’t stand a chance of getting any attention as long as you’re in the room.”

“Mmm, Cam. Keep speaking to me like that and I might need to find a private corner at the party to show you just how happy your words make me.”

“I’ll find the location.”

Her stomach quivered with arousal—even though he was saying it as a joke, she had no doubt that he would do just that if given the opportunity. Either way, Grace knew she would be well loved tonight. The sooner they went to the party, the sooner they could come back home. Now that she had been making love to Cam for three days in a row—three solid days, she joked to herself—she was afraid she’d never be able to stop. His lovemaking was addictive. He was addictive.

Grace practically floated to the car, and the ride to Billings was a damn sight more than pleasant, with Cam’s fingers trailing across every surface of her body while his lips did wonderful things to her neck.

When the car stopped, Grace sighed in disappointment. There was now work to do, and she couldn’t so easily drift off into fantasyland with Cam. She had to focus and be attentive to her bride-to-be.

“Drop the sulky look, Grace, or your client might think you don’t like your job,” Cam said with a laugh as he escorted her from the car.

“I normally love my job,” she said with a mock glare. “But because of you, all I can think about right now is sex—sex in all sorts of places.”

She felt a measure of satisfaction as his lips pressed together. For the next few hours he’d be focused on the unseemly thoughts and images dancing in her sex-mad brain, and his pants would stay far too tight.

“You go enjoy the open bar while I speak with the lovely bride-to-be,” Grace said.

“Was that sarcasm I heard in your tone?” Cam whispered in her ear.

“Be a good boy and you’ll be rewarded.” Grace patted his cheek, then walked away, putting a little extra wiggle in her hips. She didn’t even have to turn around and look to know his eyes were glued to her.

That was the power of a woman knowing she was wanted. Grace ignored any lingering doubts—she was determined to hang on to her happy thoughts. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but who was? Life happened and things got in the way of the best of intentions.