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“Grace,” he growled and dragged her against him, closing her eyes against an unbearable surge of feeling for him. Cradling his head against her breast, she swallowed hard, drawing the covers over them.
Then she began slowly rubbing his back. It was as if all he needed was her physical warmth to let go, and he released a ragged sigh and turned his face against her, his beard rough against her skin, and the trembling slowly abated. His weight grew heavy against her, and she thought he had fallen asleep, but he tightened his arm around her and said, his voice thick, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s forgotten,” she placed a soft kiss on his temple, hugged him against her.
She fell asleep, a protectiveness that she had never experienced before. She roused to a big, warm hand sliding up and down her ribcage. “Nash,” she whispered.
His hand tangled in her hair as he nudged her thighs apart with his knee and settled his legs between hers, securing her against him, brushing a kiss against her neck. His voice was rough with emotion, gruff with tenderness. “I need you, Grace.”
She needed to hear that. He buried his face in her neck, his chest expanding. Abruptly, everything changed. He was hard and fully aroused, and her breath caught on the sudden wild flutter in her chest. Closing her eyes against the explosion of need, she hung onto him, a heady weakness pulsing through her. On a soft sound of entreaty, she drew up her knees.
Nash groaned, deep with an aching sexy sound, she could barely catch her breath.
“I need to feel you all around me, taking me deep inside you. I need your heat, your body’s slick glove. Let me fuck you, Grace.”
Shaken to the core by the agony of need in his voice, her body primed for the feel of him, she clutched at him, rubbing her wet heat against him.
“I need you to take me because I’m yours, completely,” she whispered, her voice breaking from the frenzy of hot, surging desire. “All yours,hebbiti.”
His dark head dipped down. The feel of his hot, damp mouth on her inner thigh shocked her, along with the scrape of his teeth and the swirl of his tongue as he burned a sensuous path up to the pulsing, aching core of her. She moaned as he licked her clit in a hot, searing stroke.
Seemingly ruthless in his quest to make her come, he closed his warm, wet mouth over her and plunged his tongue deep. The pleasure was sharp and riveting and stole her breath. A low throbbing began in her belly, then spiraled down to her sex, and she grabbed handfuls of his hair, wanting more, needing more…
The sleek, gliding pressure of his thumbs caressing her soft lips and stroking her rhythmically, combined with his wicked tongue working its own seductive magic, was the most erotic sensation she’d ever experienced. Unable to hold back, she let out a cry and arched sinuously against his mouth as she came in a burning wave that shook her entire body.
Without giving her a chance to fully recover from her orgasm, he moved up over her, the slide of his muscled body against hers making her pulse leap higher and faster. She reached down to touch him, and when her fingers fluttered over the broad, velvet head of his shaft, he sucked in a hissing breath.
Grasping both of her wrists, he pulled her arms up and pinned them above her head, giving him complete control of the situation. He settled more fully on top of her, his thighs forcing hers farther apart, and then he was pressing his erection intimately against her, nudging his way in, stretching her, setting her body on fire.
She caught a glimpse of his dark, fierce expression before he crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, passionately, just as he buried his shaft to the hilt in her slick heat, possessing her completely.
Their moans mingled, and once he began to move, there was no stopping him. No, judging by the sexual energy and potent heat radiating off him, she prepared herself for a fast, hard, unrestrained ride. That’s exactly what he gave her. He plunged into her, fast and deep and strong, a rich, seductive rhythm that pulsed as vitally as her heartbeat. His hips ground against hers with each driving, impaling thrust until she felt him go rigid and his lower body arched into her high and hard, pushing her up and over yet another crest. She came again in a blinding climax of intoxicating speed and delirious sensation. This time, so did he. A low growl erupted from his chest and vibrated against her lips as his body jerked violently against hers, and he finally succumbed to his own blistering orgasm.
Nash held onto her, enveloping her in his strength and heat, his body shuddering against hers, and Grace clung to him, raw emotion surging through her, so shaken, so emotionally exposed that she felt stripped inside. It took a long time for all that emotional turbulence to settle. She just rested in his arms, cradling the back of his head.
Nash inhaled unevenly, then turned his head and kissed her on the curve of her neck, his heart hammering against hers. “Are you all right?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.
She nodded, burying her face against his neck, breathing in all that wonderful scent. “God, you smell so damn good. All the time. It’s just you, so deliciously you.”
“Are you saying I’m kind of a snack?”
“Oh, no, you’re a full course meal.”
Drawing one arm from under her, he braced his weight on it and looked down at her. With the dark stubble shadowing his jaw, his heavy-lidded eyes, and his tousled hair, he looked dark and dangerous and very male. He gave her a soft, slow smile, a trace of amusement in his eyes. “Now who’s being lethally cute?”
“And me without my holsters.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Oh, so you need two as well.”
“Hey,” she said, going for his ribs, he jerked back, laughing hard.
They ordered room service, ate, made love again, and she fell asleep on his chest, sated, warm, and sure that they were making the right decision.
A sound curled around her, permeating her sleep. Her eyes popped open. Static…coming from her room. She slipped out from beneath Nash and walked across the room. Inside her bedroom, her laptop’s screen had illuminated. She stared at it.
“Hello, Grace-anomaly. I am GRAVITY. We need to converse.”
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