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Authors: Catherine Mann and Joanne Rock
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love?” His hand gently pushed hair from her face, and he began to massage her scalp.
“Hmmm.” She practically purred. “That’s nice.”
He damned well hoped so, because just the feel of her was turning him inside out. The movie rolled along, the songs filling in the small spaces of their conversation. They were more alike than even he had realized.
This felt so right. He ached to be closer to her. To keep them in this moment forever. Kissing her on the forehead, he released a deep sigh.
Pushing off his chest, she stared at him, eyes intense. Full of longing.
“Oh, Grady,” she whispered, “I give up.”
She kissed him. Deeply.
And then again. More urgently this time.
“Are you sure, Mel?” he said between kisses. “I don’t want you regretting this. God, we don’t need any more regrets.”
He didn’t want to rush this. Wouldn’t let her think he’d ignored her concerns. But the chemistry between them was a vivid, hot, sexual need that wouldn’t go away if they ignored it.
“I’m unsure about many things. But about this?” She nodded, the movement swift. Jerky. “I am one hundred percent certain I want you. Now.”
She flattened herself against him, her full breasts robbing him of his last shred of sense.
“You’ve always felt right to me.” He whispered it to himself as much as her. “Exactly right.”
*
Melanie couldn’t remember why she wanted to deny herself this.
Grady was a potent, sexual male even when he stood in a batter’s box or ran down a fly ball in the field. But when he sat this close to her, his brown eyes searing her with silent, simmering heat, he was a temptation no woman would ever resist. That powerful body of his. That demanding mouth. She wanted all of it for however long this fever between them lasted.
Tomorrow would come soon no matter what happened in this hotel room.
She kissed him. The barriers between them melted like they’d never been there, her defenses crumbling as fast as his. Not that she’d ever had any with this man. From the first night they met, passion seethed just beneath the surface all the time. The slightest touch could turn her inside out. Or the taste of a marshmallow could transform into an erotic experience because he was watching. Before Grady, she’d barely been orgasmic. With Grady? She could reach that peak again and again in a single night.
He bent her back over his arm, kissing her like he was starved for her. She clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her anchored to the world. Impatient hands tore away the cloth belt holding her robe closed and in an instant, she was naked against him.
The shock of his body—ripped, hard, male perfection—made her breasts bead against his chest. Her thighs heated with a liquid ache.
She broke their kiss.
“You need to be naked.” With unsteady fingers, she gripped the drawstring of his shorts and tugged. “Now.”
“I can make that happen.” He reached for the hem of his shirt and drew the tee up and off.
She forgot what she was doing for a moment to enjoy the show. Leaning closer, she kissed the tattoo of a smoking hot baseball bat on his biceps. He tasted like salt, soap and man. Perfect.
Taking a random path down his chest, she licked along the outline of more colorful ink—an impossible staircase that led in circles, geometric fractals. She went lower as he stepped out of his shorts and kicked aside his boxers. Lips moving along the proud thrust of manhood, she licked the ridge until he gripped her shoulders.
“I’ve missed you too much for that.” The hoarse rasp of his voice pleased her.
She smiled up at him. “We were only apart two nights.”
“And it was too long.” He scraped back her hair with one hand and tilted her chin up to look at him. “Come here.”
Teasing him, she kept an eye on him as she circled the tip of him with her tongue….
She yelped as he lifted her in his arms, spinning her around until she realized he was carrying her to
“Hmmm.” She practically purred. “That’s nice.”
He damned well hoped so, because just the feel of her was turning him inside out. The movie rolled along, the songs filling in the small spaces of their conversation. They were more alike than even he had realized.
This felt so right. He ached to be closer to her. To keep them in this moment forever. Kissing her on the forehead, he released a deep sigh.
Pushing off his chest, she stared at him, eyes intense. Full of longing.
“Oh, Grady,” she whispered, “I give up.”
She kissed him. Deeply.
And then again. More urgently this time.
“Are you sure, Mel?” he said between kisses. “I don’t want you regretting this. God, we don’t need any more regrets.”
He didn’t want to rush this. Wouldn’t let her think he’d ignored her concerns. But the chemistry between them was a vivid, hot, sexual need that wouldn’t go away if they ignored it.
“I’m unsure about many things. But about this?” She nodded, the movement swift. Jerky. “I am one hundred percent certain I want you. Now.”
She flattened herself against him, her full breasts robbing him of his last shred of sense.
“You’ve always felt right to me.” He whispered it to himself as much as her. “Exactly right.”
*
Melanie couldn’t remember why she wanted to deny herself this.
Grady was a potent, sexual male even when he stood in a batter’s box or ran down a fly ball in the field. But when he sat this close to her, his brown eyes searing her with silent, simmering heat, he was a temptation no woman would ever resist. That powerful body of his. That demanding mouth. She wanted all of it for however long this fever between them lasted.
Tomorrow would come soon no matter what happened in this hotel room.
She kissed him. The barriers between them melted like they’d never been there, her defenses crumbling as fast as his. Not that she’d ever had any with this man. From the first night they met, passion seethed just beneath the surface all the time. The slightest touch could turn her inside out. Or the taste of a marshmallow could transform into an erotic experience because he was watching. Before Grady, she’d barely been orgasmic. With Grady? She could reach that peak again and again in a single night.
He bent her back over his arm, kissing her like he was starved for her. She clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her anchored to the world. Impatient hands tore away the cloth belt holding her robe closed and in an instant, she was naked against him.
The shock of his body—ripped, hard, male perfection—made her breasts bead against his chest. Her thighs heated with a liquid ache.
She broke their kiss.
“You need to be naked.” With unsteady fingers, she gripped the drawstring of his shorts and tugged. “Now.”
“I can make that happen.” He reached for the hem of his shirt and drew the tee up and off.
She forgot what she was doing for a moment to enjoy the show. Leaning closer, she kissed the tattoo of a smoking hot baseball bat on his biceps. He tasted like salt, soap and man. Perfect.
Taking a random path down his chest, she licked along the outline of more colorful ink—an impossible staircase that led in circles, geometric fractals. She went lower as he stepped out of his shorts and kicked aside his boxers. Lips moving along the proud thrust of manhood, she licked the ridge until he gripped her shoulders.
“I’ve missed you too much for that.” The hoarse rasp of his voice pleased her.
She smiled up at him. “We were only apart two nights.”
“And it was too long.” He scraped back her hair with one hand and tilted her chin up to look at him. “Come here.”
Teasing him, she kept an eye on him as she circled the tip of him with her tongue….
She yelped as he lifted her in his arms, spinning her around until she realized he was carrying her to
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