turn.” His voice was husky, thick with desire.
He rolled her to her back, spread her legs and opened the lips of her cunt with his talented fingers. One long, slow glide of his tongue over her raging clit and tremors of response rippled through her. She teetered on the edge, knowing she couldn’t take much of this before exploding, and she wanted his hard cock in her cunt when she did.
“Inside me,” she panted. “Please, Grady. I need you inside me now.”
He was sheathed in seconds then poised over her, his gaze burning into hers.
“I don’t know what it is, sugar, but we’ve got something here. I hope it doesn’t burn us alive.”
Then he drove into her with one powerful thrust of his hips, the head of his penis bumping the mouth of her womb. Her head dropped back as she felt the fullness of him everywhere inside her. When he pulled out slightly and slid back in part way she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in even deeper.
“Now.” His voice was rough-edged with need. Drawing back a little, he sucked in one deep breath, let it out and pistoned hard into her body, the rhythm so forceful it drove her into the pillows behind her head.
The orgasm erupted in seconds, but it was no less powerful because of its speed.
They shuddered and shook together, the kinetic energy of the evening racing through their bodies. Rough breathing cut through the air and Erin didn’t know if it was her heart or Grady’s she felt pounding against her ribs.
She had never in her life experienced sex like this. Wild. Untamed. Receiving as much as she gave. Just as Grady himself was different from other men in her life. Not protective and suffocating like her father. Not controlling and demeaning like Cal Stadler. Nor did he treat her with kid gloves the way T.J. did. No, Grady Sinclair made her feel like a woman in full bloom, somebody special to him.
Someone to whom she’d given her trust with no regrets.
“I don’t think I can ever move again,” she said after Grady had disposed of the condom. “At this rate I may not live long enough to follow you around the country.”
He spooned her against him and kissed the top of her head. “Then I’ll just have to make sure you keep up your strength.”
He was silent, no goodnight yet, and Erin knew he was turning things over in his brain.
“Erin?”
She tensed. “Uh-huh?”
“Think you’ll ever trust me enough to tell me about those scars? And who or what you’re running from?”
She felt as if she’d talked it to death with the counselor and never wanted to talk about it again. And she was afraid if Grady knew the truth—knew everything—that he’d put her on a bus back to where she’d come from.
“Darlin’?” he prompted.
“I told you what the deal is. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” She was positive he’d never open up and tell her what he kept tucked away so firmly inside himself.
More silence.
“Not tonight,” he said in a taut voice. “Another day.”
If ever, hung silently in the air.
What could he have to tell that was so terrible? So awful that it apparently had been chasing him like a devil.
“Grady?”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I’m glad you let me tag along with you.”
He tightened his arms around her. “Not half as glad as I am. I just hope there isn’t someone waiting in the bushes to kick my ass because of it.”
If you only knew. But I promise I’ll never let Rance Braddock take out his anger on you.
Even if I have to threaten never to speak to him again. Once he stops screaming long enough for me to explain, anyway.
With that settled in her mind she drifted off to sleep, secure in the arms of the man she’d fallen in love with in just two short days.
Chapter Five
He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the River Clady
And there was music and there was wine for the gypsy and his lady
They managed two more days of what Erin had come to think of as sheltered bliss—insulation from news of
He rolled her to her back, spread her legs and opened the lips of her cunt with his talented fingers. One long, slow glide of his tongue over her raging clit and tremors of response rippled through her. She teetered on the edge, knowing she couldn’t take much of this before exploding, and she wanted his hard cock in her cunt when she did.
“Inside me,” she panted. “Please, Grady. I need you inside me now.”
He was sheathed in seconds then poised over her, his gaze burning into hers.
“I don’t know what it is, sugar, but we’ve got something here. I hope it doesn’t burn us alive.”
Then he drove into her with one powerful thrust of his hips, the head of his penis bumping the mouth of her womb. Her head dropped back as she felt the fullness of him everywhere inside her. When he pulled out slightly and slid back in part way she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in even deeper.
“Now.” His voice was rough-edged with need. Drawing back a little, he sucked in one deep breath, let it out and pistoned hard into her body, the rhythm so forceful it drove her into the pillows behind her head.
The orgasm erupted in seconds, but it was no less powerful because of its speed.
They shuddered and shook together, the kinetic energy of the evening racing through their bodies. Rough breathing cut through the air and Erin didn’t know if it was her heart or Grady’s she felt pounding against her ribs.
She had never in her life experienced sex like this. Wild. Untamed. Receiving as much as she gave. Just as Grady himself was different from other men in her life. Not protective and suffocating like her father. Not controlling and demeaning like Cal Stadler. Nor did he treat her with kid gloves the way T.J. did. No, Grady Sinclair made her feel like a woman in full bloom, somebody special to him.
Someone to whom she’d given her trust with no regrets.
“I don’t think I can ever move again,” she said after Grady had disposed of the condom. “At this rate I may not live long enough to follow you around the country.”
He spooned her against him and kissed the top of her head. “Then I’ll just have to make sure you keep up your strength.”
He was silent, no goodnight yet, and Erin knew he was turning things over in his brain.
“Erin?”
She tensed. “Uh-huh?”
“Think you’ll ever trust me enough to tell me about those scars? And who or what you’re running from?”
She felt as if she’d talked it to death with the counselor and never wanted to talk about it again. And she was afraid if Grady knew the truth—knew everything—that he’d put her on a bus back to where she’d come from.
“Darlin’?” he prompted.
“I told you what the deal is. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” She was positive he’d never open up and tell her what he kept tucked away so firmly inside himself.
More silence.
“Not tonight,” he said in a taut voice. “Another day.”
If ever, hung silently in the air.
What could he have to tell that was so terrible? So awful that it apparently had been chasing him like a devil.
“Grady?”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I’m glad you let me tag along with you.”
He tightened his arms around her. “Not half as glad as I am. I just hope there isn’t someone waiting in the bushes to kick my ass because of it.”
If you only knew. But I promise I’ll never let Rance Braddock take out his anger on you.
Even if I have to threaten never to speak to him again. Once he stops screaming long enough for me to explain, anyway.
With that settled in her mind she drifted off to sleep, secure in the arms of the man she’d fallen in love with in just two short days.
Chapter Five
He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the River Clady
And there was music and there was wine for the gypsy and his lady
They managed two more days of what Erin had come to think of as sheltered bliss—insulation from news of
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