The Grandmaster’s Legacy: Masters of Love and War (A Taylor Lee HOT Historical Romantic Suspense Collection) (The Grandmaster's Legacy)

by Taylor Lee

  He slid open the zipper and eased the front of her dress down to her waist. His eyes widened. He licked his lips and smiled.

  “Jesus, Tiffany. How the hell am I gonna do this—slowly? All I want to do is strip you naked and throw you on the floor and fuck the hell out of you.”

  She swallowed hard. Her voice quavered.

  “What’s stopping you?”

  He roared. “Oh, baby. Can’t you see? You’re stopping me. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this and I want to savor every moment.”

  He slid the dress over her hips, pushing it to the floor.

  Standing back, he surveyed her. Her pushup strapless bra cupped her full breasts—just barely. The bounteous flesh overflowed the satin fabric. A lacy thong covered her mound. And as she had the night of the mission, she was wearing lace topped thigh high stockings.

  He nodded. “Thank you, Tiffany. Thank you for wearing what you did the other night. When you took off your dress, I knew I had never seen a more beautiful sight. But I was wrong. You’re even more beautiful tonight.”

  Her voice was a shaky whisper. “How?”

  He held her face in his hands and tipped her head back, gazing into her eyes. “Because instead of fear, or anger, I see desire in your eyes. You want me as much as I want you. You want me touch you, lick you and suck on you. Until you are screaming, begging me to let you come.”

  Tiffany moaned. Even with her bra on, her breasts felt heavy, swollen. She gazed up at him and nodded, her voice was raspy with need.

  “Yes. Please. Do that, Brady. Do all of that to me.”

  His lips quirked but his eyes were dark, sparkling with lust.

  “Count on it.”

  With an expert flick of the clasp, he opened her bra and allowed her breasts to spill free. Tiffany moaned, feeling her nipples tighten, peak. She whimpered when he licked around one sensitive tip teasing it with his tongue and teeth, nipping lightly. When he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and his thumb, and rolled it back and forth, she wriggled with excitement. Her nipples felt swollen, hard. Her body was crying out for more. She longed to push the sensitive tips into his mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more of his teasing licks and tiny bites, he put his mouth down and sucked hard on the tortured tip. At the same time he pinched the other tender nub—hard.

  She shrieked as a torrent of sensation raced through her. But he was merciless, his expert tongue and teeth ratcheting her excitement higher and higher. Crying out at the sensations whipping through her, she begged him not to stop until the tormenting waves broke, and her orgasm flared through her like wildfire.

  As the shuddering tremors lightened, allowing her to take a breath, Brady murmured, “Mmm hmm. So good, so responsive. Yeah, darlin.’ I knew you’d scream when you come.”

  Tiffany struggled to speak. She was breathless. “How… how did you do that?”

  He laughed. “Oh baby, make no mistake. You did it and you’re gonna do it again and again. Only next time, you’re going to scream even louder.”

  At his sexy threat, she buried her face against his chest. She was stunned, shaken by her body’s uninhibited response, but knew that she would die if he stopped now.

  As if he’d heard her silent plea, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

  His voice was husky as he trailed his fingers down her belly, inching toward the throbbing place between her legs.

  “Tell me, Tiffany, are you wet? Hot for me?”

  Oh God. How could he tell? Flushing with embarrassment, she squeezed her legs together. His knowing chuckle made it worse.

  She forced herself to ask, “How… how did you know that?

  He growled a low vibrating sound. “Because, darlin’, your sexy, musky smell is driving me crazy.”

  Stunned at his words and what they implied, she pressed her legs tighter together.

  He laughed a soft warning. “Uh, uh. Oh no you don’t. You’re enticing me with the most intoxicating fragrance in the world and you are think that you can pull back? That you want to pull back?”

  Knowing that he was right, but still frightened that somehow she wouldn’t measure up, wouldn’t be sexy enough for him, she held back. What he did next made it clear that she needn’t have worried.

  Easing his fingers under the fragile strings of her thong, he ripped the fabric and tossed the lacy scrap to the floor—but not before holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply. At the sight of her bare mound, his eyes flared with lust and he groaned in pleasure

  “Damn, Tiffany. You’re bare.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her thighs in his hands.

  She was startled and pulled back, trying to push his hands away.

  “No, no, baby. Let me look at you. Oh my God. You are one beautiful woman, Tiffany.”

  She didn’t know what to do. No one had ever examined her like this. Seeing his eyes flash with lust and excitement, she felt yet another rush of moisture between her legs.

  He chortled. “I guess that answers my question, Tiffany. You are wet. Very wet.”

  Stroking his fingers across the moist folds, he huffed a low soft moan of pleasure.

  “Mmm hmm. Oh yeah. Damn, woman, you smell good. Sweet, spicy, and so fucking sexy.”

  He stroked the sensitive folds, spreading the moisture, working his fingers in and out of her while she whimpered in pleasure. Gazing up at her, he licked the moisture off his fingers then held up his hand.

  “Suck on my fingers. Suck them, baby. Take them deep in your mouth. Taste what you taste like! Damn, Tiffany, do you see now why I am a crazy man? Why I can’t get enough of you?”

  His passionate outburst ignited a wildfire of sensations in her. She was helpless against the agonizing need flooding her. Her voice was raspy, demanding, “Brady, help me. Touch me!” Grabbing his hand, she pressed it between her legs.

  “Here, darlin’? Here on this sweet hard nub that is throbbing with excitement? Is that where you want me to touch you?”

  At her excited cry, he groaned. “How about I lick you instead, darlin’? Like this!”

  Tiffany shrieked wildly as he ran his tongue over and around the tight nub. Excruciating waves of pleasure swamped her, the sensations zinging higher and higher until she couldn’t hold back. When he bit down hard, he said, “Now, Tiffany. Come for me, now.”

  Only when Brady eased her down, gently rocking her in his arms, did she realize that the wild screams and sobbing cries of excitement she’d heard, had come from herself.

  Too overwhelmed to be embarrassed, she could only lay in his embrace as he soothed her, allowing her passionate shudders to quiet.

  Brady stroked her trembling body. God, what a woman. She was stunning, unbelievable. Her passion was as intense, as fierce as his own. He had the distinct sense that she’d never known this kind of pleasure, this level of abandon. The knowledge only ratcheted his own desire higher. Damn, if he didn’t get inside of her, and soon, he was going to come in his trousers.

  Nuzzling against her ear, his voice was deep, rough. He groaned, “I need you, Tiffany. I need you now.”

  His voice was thick with lust. He unzipped his trousers and released is straining erection.

  Tiffany’s eyes widened, “Oh my God, Brady. You are… you are beautiful. Splendid. Let me… may I touch you?”

  Brady groaned a mix of lust and pain. “God, yes, darlin’. Please. I’m hungry for your touch. And then Tiffany, I need to come in you.”

  Clearly, she was stunned at his size. He doubted that she had ever had such a big man. And he knew from touching her, that she was tight. That it had likely been some time since she’d had a lover. But the sensations clamoring inside him couldn’t be ignored. He was hungry for her.

  “Tiffany, I can’t wait for a bed.”

  Tossing a pillow on the floor, he gently laid her down. Kneeling, he moved between her legs.

  “Open for me, Tiffany. Spread your legs, dar
lin’. Wider, honey. Yeah, like that. Just like that.”

  He nudged her legs further apart and with one hand ripped open the foil packet and sheathed himself. Pressing against her entrance he groaned.

  “Damn, Tiffany. You’re tight. Fuck, baby. I don’t want to hurt you—”

  She cried out. “No, Brady, no. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. I want you. I want you so much.”

  He felt a rush of moisture as her body prepared for him. When he moved to enter her, something happened deep inside of him, something that was beyond a physical response. He drove inside of her, knowing that in some primal way, like an animal claiming his mate, he had to have her, all of her. His balls drew tight up against his body. When she cried out as yet another orgasm raced through her in hard shuddering waves, he drove deep, hard, thrusting again and again. When he could go no farther, he exploded, burying himself in her body and roared a wild, hoarse shout that echoed hers.

  Much later, he carried her to her bed, tenderly washing her sweaty body, smiling at her murmurs of gratitude and pleasure. In the middle of the night he woke and found himself wrapped around her. She murmured, “Yes, Brady. Yes, please. Now.”

  He took her again and again. He was insatiable, and, to his delight, so was she.

  Chapter 9

  “Brady, I’m starving.”

  He stood in the bedroom door, grinning at her. It was already ten o’clock. He’d woken fifteen minutes earlier, and tried not to wake her. After all, they’d finally fallen asleep a scant four hours earlier. Her glorious hair was tousled and her lips were puffy, swollen. Her eyes were shining as she gazed up at him. She saw him staring at her naked breasts, and quickly drew the sheet around her, her cheeks flushing a lovely pink.

  “God, Tiffany, you’re as beautiful dressed in a sheet as you are in a gorgeous cocktail dress. And yes, darlin’, I’m hungry and from the quick perusal I did of your refrigerator—”

  She laughed. “No, we definitely will have to go out. How about the restaurant we went to the other day. I’m sure by now they’ve had a chance to stock up after you cleaned them out of a week’s worth of supplies.”

  “Well darlin’, we better go quick. I don’t know how much longer I can stand here knowing that under that sheet is the most gorgeous body and the hottest woman in all of Korea—in all the world.”

  Grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her, she ran past him to the bathroom.

  “Oh no, I know what will happen if I give you an inch. We’ll never get out of here and I am truly hungry.”

  He smiled and swatted her butt as she ran by.

  “If you give me an inch? Damn, Tiffany, I thought I was insatiable. And honey, just so you know? I am. And when we get back…”

  ~~~

  She gazed at him in wonder.

  “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much food. You are amazing.”

  He grinned at her.

  “I’m a hungry man, Tiffany.”

  She flushed.

  He put his hand over hers. “And, darlin’, you are one gloriously hungry woman.”

  When he finally sat back in his chair and told the wide eyed little Korean man, ‘no more’, they all laughed including the man’s wife. The two Korean people had brought him serving after serving and were as amazed with his appetite as Tiffany was.

  They sat quietly enjoying the American coffee, both of them luxuriating in the fact that they had nothing on the agenda today but each other. Tiffany rejoiced in their ability to sit quietly without speaking—but had so many things she wanted to say. To begin with, she owed him an apology.

  “Brady?”

  “Yes, darlin’?”

  “Thank you for saying those things about me in front of all the people at the party last night.”

  “God, Tiffany. I could have talked for hours, praising you.”

  He grinned. “And that was before I made love to you. But, seriously, Tiff, you must know how admired you are. Damn, I thought I’d never get away from Gen. Thornton. All he wanted to do was make me promise I wouldn’t steal you away from the U.S. Army. Which by the way, I refused to promise.”

  Tiffany let that assertion pass, but pressed. “Thank you. And I know they admire me, especially the way I can fight. But sometimes I get so frustrated. You know most military men are chauvinist pigs.”

  Brady sighed. “Darlin’, I’m the worst chauvinist there is. At least as far as you are concerned. Tiffany, when that bastard had his Glock pressed against your neck, something snapped inside of me. I don’t know, honey, if it is built into us or, if it’s us alpha guys, but damn, I know Jake would tear a man to pieces if anything happened to Lexie. Maybe rather than chauvinism, it’s more about a need to protect.”

  He was so sincere that Tiffany didn’t take issue with him. She’d seen that look in his eyes, and she’d known that Brady would die protecting her if he had to. It was a humbling thought.

  “I’m sorry I was such a brat. Running away. Leaving the hospital. I know I hurt you.”

  He nodded.

  “Yeah, darlin’. Those were a couple of bad days. I would have run you down somehow, but Marty promised me he’d get you to the party, so I decided to pull back and let you walk into my trap.”

  Tiffany pretended to be shocked, but she could just imagine Marty doing exactly that—and, she thought, thank goodness he did. She hesitated, but then wanted to try to explain.

  “It was just that, we were getting so close. Even that first day. It… you… scared me, Brady.… I kinda have an issue with trust.”

  Brady put his hand over hers.

  “We’re going to have to work on that, Tiffany. Both of us.”

  They stopped at his quarters so that he could change and pack a bag. On the way back to her apartment, it began to snow. By the time they reached her place there was a light coating of snow on the ground.

  “Oh, look, Brady! Look at these huge snowflakes. This truly is a white Christmas. Isn’t it beautiful?”

  He leaned over and kissed the wet flakes on her eyelids, then moved down to her mouth and pulled her close. His voice was husky.

  “Yes, Tiffany without a doubt, this is the most beautiful snow I’ve ever seen.”

  He held her for a moment then pushed her back his eyes dancing with mischief.

  “Let’s make Christmas Angels!”

  She frowned, not understanding.

  “You know—snow angels.”

  Tiffany didn’t want to tell him that her youth had been mostly about guns, warriors, and tournaments.”

  She shook her head. “I… I hate to admit it, but I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  Brady responded in mock dismay. “Good God, girl, what kind of a childhood did you have? This was a key part of every Christmas in my family. It’s easy. I’ll teach you. But you have to do exactly as I say or they won’t be real Christmas Angels.”

  “Hmm, why does that sound suspicious?”

  He roared. “No, it’s simple. First of all you have to lie down.”

  She stared at him in surprise. “What? Where?”

  “In the snow, silly!”

  “I have to lie down in the snow?”

  “Yep, flat on your back.”

  When she stared at him in disbelief, Brady’s eyes danced. “No, honey I’m serious. Here, I’ll show you.”

  He lay down in the snow and then spread his arms out wide and moved them up and down.

  “See, this is how you make your wings.”

  Tiffany momentarily frowned, but then couldn’t hide her smile at his enjoyment.

  “Okay,” she said. “So I’m laying down in the snow and I’ve spread my wings. Now what?”

  He grinned at her.

  “Well, boy angels just make wings and keep their legs together, but girl angels? After you spread your wings, then you have to make your angel gown.”

  “How do I do that?”

  He frowned with mock seriousness. “It’s easy. First, you open and close your legs to make th
e gown…”

  He knelt down beside her, his eyes bright with suppressed laughter.

  “And then you leave them open… wide… so that the boy angel can lie on top of you… like this.”

  He climbed on top of her, laughing softly, then kissed her slowly, lovingly. Within seconds, she felt the growing bulge of his erection and the responding quivers of sensations between her legs.

  She groaned, “And your mother let you do this?”

  He nuzzled against her neck and chuckled. “I seem to remember we stopped making them about the time I turned fourteen and my cousin Rachel was thirteen.”

  ~~~

  “Do you know what I’d like to do?”

  Brady was putting on Christmas music and laughed. “Sure as hell hope it is what I’m thinking.”

  She laughed. “Absolutely, but first, let’s make cookies? That is the one thing I always did on Christmas. I even bought all the ingredients.”

  “I think it’s a great idea. Go for it. As long as I can help decorate. Plus, I like lots of frosting.”

  After Tiffany made the dough, and a large bowl of icing, Brady sidled up to her.

  “Can we make any shape we want?”

  She laughed. “Of course. What did you have in mind?”

  “How about we each make our own? You get half the dough, I get the rest.”

  Tiffany couldn’t hide her smile. “Why do I feel that I might be seeing some Christmas angels?”

  He put up his hands. “Absolutely not. It’s a sin to eat out Angels. The nuns told me that.”

  Tiffany shrieked with laughter. “You are incorrigible! Here. Take your dough and behave!”

  He shrugged, but gave her a little wink. “I’ll try.”

  He refused to let her see his cookies until he took them out of the oven. Peeking around him she saw something that looked a lot like two giant mounds.

  “Do you have any pink food coloring?”

  “No, but if you just put in a few drops of red, it will make it pink. But—”

  She pushed him aside, and laughed so hard her stomach hurt. It was clear that Brady was making an amazing set of breasts.

  He gave her a playful push and pretended to cover the bountiful mounds.

  “Oh, and do you have any raisins or maybe some tight little berries, preferably red?”