Trusting Danger (Danger, #2)(61)

In the center of the room, she turned toward him and reached for the hem of her soft sweater. As she slowly pulled it over her head, Grayson’s gaze homed in on the swell of her breasts underneath the lacy fabric of her bra.

Christ. She’s so perfect.

His libido kicked in, pushing aside any hope of rational thought. What would it be like to accept what she was offering, to bury himself in her body and let go for once?

Unable to stop himself, Grayson moved forward, placing his hands on her hips and gently urging Claire backward until the back of her knees met the bed.





Chapter Fifty





Claire looked into Grayson’s eyes as he urged her to lie back. When he moved over her, his gaze held hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Whatever she could do tonight to please him, to comfort him, she would. He’d been through so much. She ran a finger down his chest and was rewarded with a low groan.

“Claire . . .” His fingers plunged into her hair and his mouth came down over hers.

Grayson’s kiss was fierce and demanding at first. When she responded, opening her mouth to his, he slowed down for a moment, tasting her, exploring her.

Desperate to touch him, Claire moved a hand between them, cupping his hardness. He let out a hiss before moving off the bed to kick off his boots and socks, then shed his Henley and jeans.

Claire rose onto her knees, her breaths coming quicker. She unbuttoned her own jeans, struggling slightly to remove them while still on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful.” Grayson’s voice was low and husky.

Claire unclasped her bra and let it fall, her cheeks warming when Grayson’s gaze traveled down from her face. Pushing aside her embarrassment, she pulled in a breath and took in his form as she lay back on the bed.

His clothes had only hinted at the muscle and sinew beneath. Seeing him nearly naked was another matter. Grayson was all power . . . one-hundred percent brawn. Her heart pounded like a drum as he removed his boxer briefs, black cotton knit that had clung to his groin, teasing her imagination. When he was completely bared to her, so hard and ready, obviously wanting her, she sucked in a breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Grayson sat next to her and leaned close, slowly stroking her exposed skin. When he palmed her stomach, she clenched those muscles, lifting her hips slightly in invitation. His hand dipped lower, drawing teasing trails across her skin and then over her panties. When his fingers slipped underneath, her cheeks burned. Could he tell how wet she was, how much she wanted him too?

She clutched at the sheets as his thumb found her, circling gently over that bundle of nerves that screamed for more. Wait . . . this was supposed to be about him. When had it become about her?

“Gray . . .”

He didn’t acknowledge the halfhearted protest, just kept stroking, exploring.

By the time he pulled her panties off, Claire’s embarrassment melted away . . . along with every single thought in her head.

Closer and closer, Grayson drew her to the edge. She teetered there for what seemed like forever. While she craved release, at the same time she didn’t want the sensations he was creating to end. Every nerve ending in her body thrummed with anticipation. She’d never known such pleasure before, not even with Gabe in the beginning.

When Grayson leaned forward and traced the tip of his tongue over her breast, increasing the pressure of his fingers at the same time, Claire no longer had a choice. Every muscle in her body contracted in unison, sending bolts of pure pleasure shooting outward. Her back arched as she reveled in the sensations with a small cry.

His gaze was liquid heat when, still panting, she opened her eyes. As her ragged breaths slowed, she reached out, circling a hand around him. “Your turn.”

Grayson’s eyes squeezed shut. He let out a breath and moved back, picking up his jeans and retrieving a condom from his wallet.

Breathless, Claire watched as he unwrapped it. Tingles spread through her body as he rolled it on, his hungry gaze fixed on her.

When he knelt on the bed and crawled over her, covering her body with his delicious weight, she drew her knees higher, clasping his hips between them. A fluttering sensation swept through her stomach, and she drew a sharp breath as he pressed the tip of himself against her.

Claire lifted her head and caught his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it gently. He groaned, a low rumble she could feel against her chest, then angled his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. Pushing his hips forward a bit, he teased her, pressing in just enough to tempt . . . then drew back, making her whimper against his mouth.

She’d wanted this so much for days now, this closeness with Grayson, to feel his skin slide along hers, his scent enveloping her. When he bent over to draw one nipple in his mouth, making it contract into a hard bud, she buried her nose in his hair, breathing him in.

Over and over, he eased a short way into her warmth, but then was gone before she could even enjoy the fullness. She lifted her hips, trying to meet him, needing him to fill her completely, but he drew back, teasing her again as he moved his lips to her neck.

Claire turned her head, lifting her chin to give him more access, stretching her body beneath his as he drew the tip of his tongue in a blazing trail to her ear. Propped on his forearms, he pressed his warm lips against her temple, then ran his nose along her hairline and breathed deeply.

He was so warm beneath her hands, the muscles of his back so smooth and hard as she explored him. Greedy for the feel of him, she trailed her fingers over his shoulders, then ran one down his spine, feeling every ridge and valley of his vertebrae until she reached his butt. The muscles there tensed as he drew in a breath and then pushed himself deeper within her.