spread through her lower body. She lifted her hips to rub against his thickening cock. He was already hard and long, and she couldn’t wait to feel him in her hand, in her mouth, in her body. His sensual fingers slowly moved across her belly, then inched higher, until they graced the underside of her breasts. Tingles erupted, and she moaned, tightening her chest to press her breasts out in invitation. His tongue stroked and licked and tasted, and she felt her shirt lifting, felt air washing over her abs, felt his hands moving higher until one wide palm cupped and massaged, and his thumb and first finger pinched her nipple.
She tore her mouth from his and cried out, not because it hurt but because it felt so…damn…good.
He pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts, then he shifted down her body, his thick, blond hair tickling her skin. She was so glad she’d ditched her bra. So glad she’d—
His lips brushed her breast, and his tongue traced an electric circle all around her right nipple, and all thought slipped right out of Grace’s head.
“Oh yes …”
He licked, laved, and pinched, driving her crazy with his tongue, making her hotter with every twist and rub of his fingers. Her eyes slid closed. She arched up into him. Only wanted more.
“Mm.” He breathed hot against her as he continued to tweak and torture her with his hands, with his mouth. “You’re so sensitive.”
Grace’s hips lifted and lowered on their own, rubbing against his cock, and she felt her orgasm approaching, felt every muscle contract. “Oh God, don’t stop.”
He groaned and moved to her other nipple, but he didn’t let go of the first, pinching and twisting the swollen, slick nub. Grace’s fingers dug into his shoulders. She tossed her head against the couch. And then he sucked her other breast and flicked the tip with his wicked tongue, and that was all she could take.
Stars ignited behind Grace’s eyelids. Ecstasy rolled over her like a tidal wave, dragging her under, stealing her breath. Her entire body trembled, and she moaned deep in her throat, riding the wave until it dissipated.
Brian pushed up on one hand and stared down at her with awe in his gorgeous eyes, his lips swollen and wet from devouring her, his hair all tousled and sexy from her fingers. “Did you seriously just come from that? I’ve never made a woman come just by playing with her breasts.”
Grace blinked several times, still consumed by her own surprise, more than a little embarrassed. “I’ve…never had that happen.”
But there was no embarrassment on his part. Victory flashed in his eyes just before a burning desire devoured them whole.
He slid one arm slid around her waist before she even saw him move, lifting her from the couch. The other jerked her tank up and over her head and threw it to the ground with swift movements. Gasping, Grace tried to brace herself, but he quickly shifted his knees to the floor, twisted her so she her legs were hanging off the front of the couch and her spine was pressed to the back. Then he grasped the waistband of her pajama bottoms and ripped them down her legs. “Sorry,” he muttered, his voice raspy, his hands wild. “I know this is fast, but I need to get inside you. Right this second.”
“Oh yes…” Need—stark, raving need—consumed Grace from every angle. She lifted her hips to help him tear the pants from her body, then leaned forward and fumbled with his shirt. “Hurry.”
His mouth found hers while she worked the buttons free with frantic fingers, his tongue stroking hers long and deep. His arms wrapped around her again, dragging her ass to the front of the cushion. She managed to get his shirt open and pushed it down his shoulders but didn’t get to look like she wanted, because he tore his mouth from hers, wrapped both arms around her thighs, then lifted her lower body and brought it to his mouth.
She screamed. She was sure of it. His tongue made a long, lingering sweep up her