Page 55 of The Devoted Game

“Don’t hold back, Grace,” he murmured, hands up and those blue eyes glittering with something like mischief.

And then reality sank in.

She glanced down. That step backward she had forced McBride to take had him straddling the toilet.

The toilet.

Oh hell.

Her horrified gaze met his.

He grinned.

“Now that’s feeling it, Grace.” He reached over her head and pushed the door shut behind her. “You get so lost in the moment, in the passion, that you forget about everything else.”

And then he kissed her.

Not some slow, tender, sweet kiss. His fingers dove into her hair, held her head still while his mouth covered hers. He kissed her hard. Invaded her with his tongue. Fire roared through her. Her fingers clenched in his shirt.

She wanted more.

Her arms went around his neck. She wanted to kiss him back the way he was kissing her. Openmouthed ... lips bruising lips ... tongues battling.

His right hand slid along the length of her throat, reached beneath her jacket, and closed over her breast. She groaned. No tiny, feminine sound ... a throaty roar. Her hands roved over his chest, felt the contours she had already admired, crinkling the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. She wanted to touch all of him! Now!

His hands moved downward, over her bottom, pulled her hips against his pelvis. The needy sounds she made were swallowed up in his kiss. She tugged at his shirt buttons, wiggled her hands beneath the fabric to touch his skin. More! She snaked her arms upward, threaded her fingers into his hair. It felt exactly as she had known it would. Soft, silky.

He worked her skirt up her thighs ... lifted her. Her legs instinctively curled around his waist She threw her head back, arched her hips ... God, she wanted him inside her. He kissed his way down her neck. She wanted to tear her blouse off so that he could access her breasts. He slid his tongue beneath the lace of her bra.

“Oh ... God!” She bucked, bit back a scream. Her cell phone clattered to the tile floor.

He pressed her back against the side wall, fumbled with her panties, then slid one finger inside her. Her muscles clamped around him and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Hot,” he murmured. “Wet.” He slid that finger in and out a couple of times, smiled as if he had found just what he wanted, and then he pressed ... probed and pressed some more ... until he did this thingat just the right spot that sent her over an edge she hadn’t even come close to ... in years. Or maybe ever.

He put his mouth over hers to muffle the sounds of her orgasm, his lips smiling.

She rode out the incredible climax ... but she wanted more. She had to have him. Now!

Her heavy lids opened just enough for her to peer into those sexy blue eyes. “No more playing. Do it!”

He kept one hand under her bottom and fished in his pocket with the other. He tucked the unopened condom between his teeth and then, one at a time, braced a stiletto-clad foot against the metal wall behind him. Then he reached for his fly. She used her back and feet to maintain her position as he ripped the condom open with his teeth and fingers and then slid it into place. That intent gaze never left hers, the promise there driving her crazy.

Then he did that thing again, thrust one finger inside and found that spot that sent her instantly into orgasm. This time she bit her lips together to hold back the cries and watched him watching her. Her entire body undulated with the waves of pleasure.

He nudged her with the head of his penis, and she lost her breath. One slow, solid inch, then two filled her, teasing as he took his sweet time.

“Feel that?”

“Shut up.” She couldn’t talk ... couldn’t think. She could only feel.

Then he pushed all the way inside, burrowed fully between her thighs and kissed her until she could no longer hold her breath.

She arched her hips, he moved in deeper still.

A hard poke in her ribs had her gasping, “Wait!” She struggled to speak. “Gun!”

He drew back slightly, his breath as ragged as her own. She wrestled the weapon out of its holster. Couldn’t drop it, so she held on to it, wrapped that arm around his neck and kept the door from swaying inward with the other.