Page 84 of Guarding Grace

She did. Our eyes locked. Her mouth opened and her body shuddered as her orgasm rolled over her. Her spasms gripped me like a fist and milked my release out of me. I gave it one last plunge and held deep as my body locked up and the spurts began in a pattern that couldn’t be controlled.

Panting hard, she leaned back against me. “That was something else.”

“Yeah,” I agreed as I pushed her forward to collapse on the bed. I settled to the side, with one leg and an arm over her. The continued tingling in my cock saidsomething elsedidn’t begin to describe it. I wasn’t done with this intriguing, infuriating woman—not even close.

She turned her head toward me and pulled me close for a kiss.

After a few minutes, I got up to take care of the condom, and when I returned, I got my Kitten under the covers and snuggled behind her. I kissed her hair, finding the spooning position naturally comfortable.

She purred. “Why did we wait so long for this?”

“Because we spent all our time arguing over little shit.”

She took in a deep breath. “I’ll try to be better about that.”

“Me too.” It had all been my fault. The damned bro code was my excuse—an unwritten promise to Pete that I hadn’t let go of until today. I knew in my soul this was right where I should be.

After waiting forever to get to this point, Grace and I made up for lost time twice more in the middle of the night, and each time felt as good as the first. My little Kitten was a sex fiend, and I wasn’t complaining one bit.

CHAPTER 19

Terry

I wokethe next morning to hair tickling my chin and the faint lemony scent of Grace. As I blinked away sleep, I was careful not to move my hand, which cupped her warm breast. Normally, I liked to sleep cold, but this morning I found the experience of her warmth against me supremely comfortable.

I’d doubted Duke when he’d told me that having Serena in his bed every morning provided a mood lift that had been new to him. Now I got it. There was a serenity to the start of the day with my woman in my arms, breathing slowly and steadily.

Grace shifted.

I stayed still.

She brought a hand up to cover mine and pressed me into her breast. Her ass shifted back against my morning wood. “Good morning,” she mumbled groggily.

“Morning, Kitten.” I pulled her closer.

Then she jerked. “What time is it?”

A cat bounded off the foot of the bed and scurried out.

Not letting go of her, I breathed in her scent. “Time for more sex.”

She wiggled her ass against me. “I can tell. But really, what time is it?”

I released my hold on her. “The clock is on your side.”

She raised up. “Shit.” Twisting, she faced me, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Rambo, we have to get up. I have to get into work and prepare.”

“I thought I was Sir Galahad?”

“After the way I’ve seen you dispatch bad guys, I think Rambo is closer.” She grasped my aching cock and gave me a tug.

“That’s it, baby. Sir Galahad’s sword.”

“You do know that in mythology, Galahad was celibate.”

I laughed as I pulled her down and rolled on top of her. “I’m certainly not planning on that.”

She pushed on my shoulders. “That’s good to know, but I seriously need to get up.”