When he finally let her loose, he kept hold of her wrist and licked the remaining chocolate from each finger until each was clean.
“You don’t like dark chocolate, do you?” he asked.
“I love it.”
He shook his head. “Don’t lie.”
“I hate it,” she mumbled.
He smiled and continued to lick her fingers. “You taste better than chocolate. I’d like to lick you all over.”
A weird, strangled gasp escaped from her mouth and he laughed.
“Care to translate?” he asked.
Her mouth opened and closed. She took a deep breath. “That sounds lovely,” she mumbled.
Grant groaned. “You were supposed to slap my face and stomp off in a huff.”
Confusion choked her. “Do…do you…want me to?”
“Hell, no.” He put his hand on her cheek and stroked gently, dragging his thumb along the line of her jaw, then up her chin to her lips. Lili caught it between her teeth and slipped the tip of her tongue around it. A smile lit his face and the muscles of her sex clenched. She found it hard to believe the effect he had on her, one that Dieter had never achieved.
He slid his hand over hers. “You know what I was thinking about while I was gone?”
“What sort of chocolate I liked?”
He smiled. “Clearly not or I’d have bought a selection of bars.”
“If the snow was getting worse?”
He tugged until she slid onto her back on the couch and he lay next to her, propped on his elbow.
“Nope. Try again.”
“If it really was a giant meteorite that killed off the dinosaurs?”
“Strangely enough, no.”
His mouth was so close now that they breathed each other’s air.
“I give in,” she whispered.
“How many ways I could fuck you.”
Lili shivered but didn’t shift her gaze from him. The crude language should have repelled her, but instead, it excited her. Dieter sometimes swore, but she wasn’t supposed to swear at all. “How many did you come up with?”
“No way of counting because every time we fuck will be different.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Electricity hummed in her veins and set her ablaze. “You have something to prove now.”
He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Threading his fingers in her hair, he kissed her gently, a slow, sweet brush of his lips against hers that made her breathing hitch and her heart pound hard enough to break free of her chest. Dieter never kissed her like—no more Dieter. She wouldn’t let him spoil this.
Grant nibbled her mouth, tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, and then chewed the top one. He slowly teased, licked, and sucked, and when it was she who slid her tongue into his mouth, he moaned deep in his throat. His hold tightened on her hair, and gentle shifted into rougher. Their mouths crushed together. Tongues tangling, they kissed as if they were horny teenagers, kissed as if they couldn’t get enough of each other, kissed as if they were going to be dragged apart at any moment, except she wasn’t going to let that happen, not even if a herd of wild horses galloped into view.
But he pulled back and she moaned in frustration.
“Oh God, sorry, sorry,” he mumbled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She wanted his lips back on hers, wanted the hard press of his mouth and body, and she wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him to her.
Grant moved them both so he lay beneath her, and Lili had chance to kiss him as much as she liked. He slipped a hand into her sleep pants, curved his palm over her bare butt, and let his fingers slide along the crease at the top of her thigh. She wriggled against him, wanting more. He pushed his other hand under the shirt, onto her back, and ran his fingers up and down the bumps of her spine. As well as his hands, the feel of his rock-hard erection pressing against her belly both alarmed and excited her, the sensations spearing through her so powerfully, she thought she could come at any second. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this aroused before.
He rolled them so they lay on their sides and lifted his mouth from hers. She gulped air into starved lungs.
“You have to quit wriggling, or you’ll make us both sorry.”
“I was wriggling?”
He laughed and shifted his hand from her butt to her hip. “Yep, you’re a wriggler.”
Lili sighed as he danced his fingers down the valley of her groin, but the sigh turned to a whine when he pulled them back without touching the place she really needed him to feel.
Shadow’s head suddenly appeared at Grant’s hip, the wolf’s amber eyes unblinking.
“Christ, I forgot about him.” He laughed. “I think we’re freaking out the youngster. Want to go outside, boy?”
Shadow returned to the stove but turned to stare at them.
Grant groaned and rolled off the couch. “I can’t do this with him watching.”
He held out his hand and pulled her up. As he led her across the room, he rubbed her palm with his thumb. Dieter never held her hand. He said it was undignified. Grant made her feel secure. He’d saved her life. He’d not reported her to the police. Maybe she could stay here with him forever. No one would care that she’d disappeared. Dieter would, but not for the right reason, not because he loved her, but because of what she could give him.
But forever was asking too much. Her giddiness settled. A few days was more realistic. Maybe long enough for Dieter to give up and go home. Lili regretted the call to her mother because she’d have told Dieter she wasn’t dead. She should have kept quiet.
“No interruptions,” Grant said to the wolf and kicked the door shut. Then he opened it again and added, “Unless the cabin catches fire.” He closed the door and smiled at Lili. “Maybe not even then.”
She had to make him want to let her stay. She had to be the best he’d ever had. It wasn’t as if she’d been going to say no.
She gulped. “Can you keep still if I undress you?”
The spark that flared in his eyes dampened her sleep pants.
He leaned back against the door. “Let’s see.”
“You have to promise not to touch me until I’ve finished.”
“I promise.”
Lili pulled off her socks, yanked the shirt over her head, and stepped out of the sleep pants. Grant’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s cheating,” he said. “Remind me never to play cards with you.”
She started with his shoes and socks and ran her fingers down his toes. “You have lovely feet.”
He sighed. “Just my feet?”
“I’ll need to check every inch of you before I pass judgment.”
“Every inch?”
“If you’re lucky.” She pushed herself up and smiled.
He swept her body with his gaze. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
“You’re only saying that because you don’t want me to miss out those…couple of inches.”
He narrowed his eyes. “No, I’m not, and it’s more than a couple.”
She knew it was. Hard to miss the size of him, the long ridge in his pants. Lili put her hands on his face, spread her fingers over his lightly stubbled cheeks, and then trailed her thumbs along the hard lines of his cheekbones. The desire in his eyes almost undid her. When she put her mouth on his neck, he trembled. His Adam’s apple shifted under her lips, and his breathing faltered. She licked the salty hollow of his throat as she unfastened the buttons of his shirt and caressed the skin she exposed with feathery kisses. He sucked in a breath as her mouth settled around his nipple and she fluttered her tongue over the little nub. When she lightly bit down, he tensed.
“Not touching you is torture,” he said with a groan.
She giggled and tugged off his shirt. When she leaned in to kiss him, he wrapped his hands around her and pulled her tight against him.
“I failed,” he said. “Sorry. You’re irresistible.”
Lili froze and he instantly let her
go.
“What is it? What have I done?”
She took a shaky breath. “Nothing. It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t. Tell me what I did wrong.”
“You…let me go and that made it right again.”
He pulled her back into his embrace and kissed her hair. “I want to kill him for hurting you.”
Lili forgot everything about persuasion. She had no expertise anyway. She was doing this because she wanted to. She pressed her lips to his, and the room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, and they kissed as if they were starving. They kissed until they shook, kissed until they forgot who they were.
They broke for air and stared at each other. Lili loved the feel of his chest against hers, the hardness of his muscles, the gentleness of his touch. When she spread her hand over the ridge in his pants, he sucked in a breath. She didn’t take her gaze off his face as she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. His eyes darkened. His lips curved in a smile, and she slipped her hand inside his boxers to wrap her fingers around him. She drew in a breath at the heat of his erection, and he dropped his head to moan against her throat, the sound echoing through her.
His hands left her hips to drag down his pants and boxers, and as he leaned back to step out of them, Lili gulped. “You have a very big penis.”
Grant laughed. “Not really.”
But it was. It rose straight up from a nest of wiry black curls, swollen veins tracing its length, the head shiny with precum, heavy balls hanging beneath.
“Can you say the word cock?” he asked.
“Cock,” she whispered.
“I want…I want you to suck my cock.”
She blinked. “That’s a relief. I want to suck your…cock.”
He ran his fingers over her lips. “You’ve no idea how sexy you are, do you?”
Her heart leaped into her throat. She went down on her knees in front of him and ran her finger over his balls and up his cock to the crest. I like that word. I like his cock. Precum stuck to her finger and she licked it off.
“Oh God,” he muttered.
The musky tang of him made her head swirl. She wrapped her hands around his slim hips and landed a trail of little kisses from balls to crown and back again to lick the curve of his scrotum. While his fingers gently twisted her hair, she laved the top of his cock with the flat of her tongue, over and over, thrilled by his ragged breathing, by the tension in his legs.
When his cock jerked, she put her mouth over the glans and slid her tongue into the little slit.
“For fu…Lili,” he said with a gasp.
She knew she was good at this. She’d been made to practice enough, but she’d never enjoyed doing it as much. She took the silky top part of his cock between her lips and sucked, tightening and then relaxing her mouth while she used her tongue to tease him. She delighted in not wrapping her fingers around him. If she let that silken skin move under her hand while she used her mouth, he’d come too fast.
Lili looked up. Grant stared down at her with glazed eyes. He stroked her lips where they encircled his cock as she sucked and shoved him to the edge. His buttocks clenched under her fingers, his hips restlessly shifting and rocking to push deeper into her mouth. She knew he was going to come soon. She heard it in the catch of his breathing, felt it in the tension of his body. No need to use her hand. Her mouth was enough and that knowledge made the muscles between her legs begin their own dance.
She let him slide deeper, pulling him into her mouth, enjoying the taste and feel of him throbbing against her tongue. She couldn’t take him all, he was too big, but she took enough and did it fast so that he tipped over the brink. His cock swelled, his balls tightened at her chin and as his hips jerked, the first hot salty-sweet gush hit her tongue.
“Oh fuck, fuck.” He gasped as he jetted into her. “Oh God, Lili.”
She swallowed every drop, milking the last tiny spasms from his cock before she let it out of her mouth. She stayed on her knees, staring up at him, and the look he gave her made her eyes fill with tears. When they dripped onto her cheeks, she angrily brushed them away. Grant’s expression of wonder changed in an instant to concern. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he whispered.
“No. I’m happy.”
He smiled. “Damn, you’re going to be crying a lot.”
She laughed.
“You look…delicious. I don’t know where to start.”
“My ears,” she blurted out.
He raised his eyebrows and she bit her lip. Dieter didn’t take well to being led in the bedroom. The moment Grant put his mouth on her ear, she melted into a puddle of goo. The sensation of his hot breath, wet tongue, and then the nip of his teeth made muscles tango between her legs, and to her shock, she realized she verged on the point of coming. She writhed against the bed, against Grant, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders.
“Please.” She groaned and before the word was out, he’d buried his face between her thighs.
He drew his tongue along the sensitive flesh, touched her clit, and she spiraled straight up and over the peak. Her back arched, and he settled his hand on her hips to keep her down as wave after wave rocked her body.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. She’d never come like that—ever.
He pulled himself back up the bed, a smug smile on his face, her cream glistening on his chin. Smug?
“Sorry, terrible back cramp,” she said. “Makes me spasm.”
Grant laughed and kissed her, and she had to fight tears yet again. Everything felt so good. It had never been like this for her, never so much fun.
He trailed his tongue from mouth to collarbone to nipple, and she could do nothing but lie there. Drugged by his kisses and his touch, not one part of her body obeyed her. It wasn’t just his fingers and mouth, but the way his leg moved against hers, the sound of him breathing, the feel of his silky hair against her skin. He licked her nipples, moving from one to the other, rolling his tongue around them, sucking, gently biting, and she could feel herself rising on the current again, floating up and up.
“I…I….” She had no voice. Thoughts were equally impossible. She could only feel. In a minute, she’d touch him back, give as well as receive, but for the moment, she just enjoyed.
He slid her legs over his shoulders and buried his head between her thighs. She gasped at the sudden invasion of his hot, silky tongue. Tremors rippled through her body, and the sighs escaping her mouth changed from whimpers to moans, then ragged cries. He ate at her, kissed, bit, and sucked her to oblivion.
And then he did it again.
And again.
Lili was pretty sure she passed out at one point. She knew she’d screamed. She’d never done that before, but Grant had looked so pleased with himself that the next time he touched her, she’d done one of those Harry-met-Sally moments and drawn the exclamations out and out until he’d laughed and silenced her with a kiss. She wasn’t sure she could ever have enough of his kisses. The guy was a master. He should give classes to flabby-mouthed individuals like the guy whose name she was trying to forget.
They tussled and play-fought, teased and twisted themselves into pretzels, every touch, every move a prelude to what they knew was to come. Lust choked her, and when she saw the look of wildness in his eyes, the way his fingers trembled as he pulled on a condom, she wondered if he saw the same desperation in her.
“Lili, I can’t wait, I can’t go slow, I can’t—”
“I want you.” She buried her fingers in his hair and dragged him down. “Now.”
“Oh fuck.” He breathed the words into her ear as he pressed his face into the side of her neck. With one thrust, he sank his cock deep into her.
Her inner muscles quivered as all the air rushed from her lungs. He lifted his head to look at her, and gazes fixed on each other, he pulled back and slammed into her again. She could feel every hard inch and clamped her muscles to keep him there.
Grant groaned, his eyes darkened, and as he moved faster, she felt a tightening low in her belly. She arched her hips up into him and met him stroke for stroke. It had never been like this, never, never, never. She couldn’t stop the cries leaping from her mouth. Her hands gripped his back hard enough to leave bruises, and all she wanted was to grind herself against him over and over.
“Lili,” he choked out. “Angel.”
The word was enough to tip her over, and she felt as though her whole being was exploding bit by bit as she shook beneath him. He came a moment later, his body thundering into hers, his orgasm catching the tail of hers to tease aftershocks from her muscles. She lifted her head and swallowed the long groan he uttered through gritted teeth as he emptied himself inside her. Then tension left his body and his tongue pressed into her mouth, and wrapped in each other’s arms, they came down from the high to collapse in satiated bliss.
I love him.
Chapter Five
She was incredible. Grant had come so hard he could see stars. He needed to shift his weight from her, but for a long moment he couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Aware he was probably crushing her, he shifted to her side. Lili turned her head to face him and his stomach lurched. She looked shy and happy and satisfied and if that had been all, he’d have been quietly smug, but there was something else in her expression, something that unsettled him, something he’d seen before in another woman’s eyes.
Not love. It couldn’t be, not yet. But she cared about him and that meant she expected more than he could give, and while she looked content now, pretty soon she wouldn’t look that way at all. Why the hell hadn’t he made his cock sit in a quiet corner and behave? Oh Christ. He ought to get up, wind this back to him rescuing her from the snow and allowing her time to pull herself together before he drove her into town.
He shifted his arm from under her. “Thanks.”
The flicker of dismay that dimmed her eyes hit like a spear in the chest. Her lips parted as if she was going to say something, but she closed her mouth and her eyes and rolled away from him. He’d known the response that single word would bring and wondered if he could have felt worse. He nearly pulled her back into his arms but that wouldn’t help.
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