Page 81 of Guarding Grace

“Then take me. I’m yours,” I mumbled into his mouth.

“Not yet…” He hissed when I went for his belt. Instead, he laid me on the bed and settled next to me, urging my legs apart.

I lifted a knee and turned toward him to take the pressure off my injured butt cheek. For the longest time, we lay there, facing each other, his fingers tracing my curves and circling my breasts, but not touching my nipples.

“Don’t rush it,” he said as I reached down again.

Somehow, he’d shifted from dirty-talking, going-to-fuck-my-brains-out Terry to slow-and-teasing Terry.

“As you command, sir.” Following his lead, I ran my hands under his shirt and over the hard ridges of his chest and abs, stopping above his belt and feeling the warmth of his powerful body.

Leaning in, he whispered, “That’s better,” before nibbling my earlobe.

I shivered as he kissed his way down my neck and along my collarbone. “That tickles.”

My complaint only resulted in him lavishing the same kisses on the other side of my neck and shoulder. He switched to a teasing figure-eight pattern over and around my chest.

My breasts felt so full and responsive, I wondered if I’d get a nipplegasm when he finally reached the little buds. I’d never had a guy, correct that, amantreat me like this. I’d clearly only been with boys before.

“Tell me,” he whispered in my ear.

I raked my fingers through his hair, briefly considering forcing his head down to my breasts. “What?”

“Are you wet for me?”

“As a fire hydrant.” And that was no joke.

He nibbled my earlobe again. “Last chance to come to your senses. I warned you, I’m not a good man.”

He’d actually said he wasn’t good for me. There was a difference, a big one. But that only heightened my desire. “I’m all in.”

“Hang on, baby.” He cupped my breast and tweaked the nipple. “You have no idea how hard you make me.” He pulled me against the rock-hard bulge in his pants. “Remember, you are mine.” He ran his knuckles over my nipples. They responded by instantly hardening into even tighter buds. His head lowered to suck on one nipple while he caressed the other breast.

I closed my eyes and moaned, spearing my fingers into his hair.

He released my nipple with a pop. “I want you so much I’m not going to last long.”

I pulled his head up so he could read the truth in my eyes. “Then fuck my brains out already.” I yearned for the experience I’d read about but never had.

“You want it quick and hard, baby?”

Looking over the abyss, I jumped. “I want it all. Everything you’ve got.” I’d had way too much quick action from guys, but I’d never had hard—and I’d also had a really shitty two days. I wanted the raw masculinity of this man, the passionate animal I brought out in him. I showed him by grabbing his erection through his pants and squeezing.

“I love your tits,” he said as he leaned down to the other breast.

Though it felt amazing, with him hunched over me, I couldn’t reach him the way I wanted. So I settled for pulling the hem of his shirt up and raking my nails over his back. That’s when my fingers encountered a rough scar.

I knew he’d been injured overseas, but he’d never talked about it. I traced around and over it several times. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Releasing my nipple, he gave me the same answer Pete had given me the time he’d been wounded. “Classified.”

Fuck, I hated that everything our bravest men did was top secret.

“Mission went bad?”

He nodded. “Very. We lost one guy and…we almost lost more.”

I tried again. “You got shot?”