floated to them.
He was able to manage a half smile. He was sure he looked crazy but who the fuck cared. He had been waiting nearly three years for Grace to let him into her bed. Granted, he had dated during that time, but none of them held a candle to her and it had been nearly a year since his last sexual encounter.
When Grace’s dad took ill, he’d left all other women alone and focused solely on comforting her and being available to her. There had been several close calls between them but things never got too far along. What they did on the balcony earlier had only whetted his starved appetite. He wanted his woman, and he wanted her now. The woman must have said something funny because Grace smiled and laughed. The woman hugged her, gave him a sympathetic look, then waved goodbye to him.
He again nodded his head. He wasn’t even sure of how it happened, one moment they were in the restaurant and the next moment, he had her firmly stashed behind him as he navigated the busy streets of the French Quarter. It was as if the revelers could sense he was in no mood for nonsense and scrambled to get out of his way. His cock throbbed with every step.
He hadn’t looked at Grace once, but he knew she was with him. He could feel the nails of her supple fingers digging for purchase in his lower back as she grasped his shirt; trying to keep up with him. If he looked at her, he was liable to pull her into an alley and fuck her against the wall. Her nails were already doing a number on him.
She was going to get fucked so well tonight all thoughts of a bucket list would be erased from her mind.
They finally reached the hotel. Two of the three elevators dinged, he maneuvered around the three people waiting and pulled her towards the first one. As they stepped into the elevator, Brett quickly pressed the button to close the door and told the other people waiting to catch the next one. Yes, he was being a prick but he didn’t give a shit. He was not going to wait another damn second to be with Grace and unless they wanted a show, it was best if they caught the next elevator.
“Brett! That was a rude thing to do,” Grace began.
Brett slightly unleashed his passion so she could see he was not dealing with a full deck. He pulled her to him and ravished her eager mouth…and she responded to his roughness by yielding to him one moment, then taking the lead the next. It was sexy as hell. She met him move for move, like a game of oral chess.
Moans, groans and growls filled the elevator. Brett didn’t know if they came from Grace or him. After several floors, the elevator stopped and he went to exit, but Grace didn’t move. She was trembling, despite a firm hold of the railing along the wall. He went to her, picked her up, carried her to their door and then inside.
Chapter Seven
Frantic…desperate…crazed…that was how she felt. Brett McAllister made her feel that way. Lord, this man knew how to touch a woman. She’d felt the tension in him at the restaurant and tried to harness it to turn him on, but she quickly realized there was no harnessing Brett’s raw sexual power.
She’d had a devil of a time explaining his behavior to Maggie, the little old lady at the restaurant who’d wanted to take a picture with Brett. She finally settled on telling her they were just getting into town and although Brett was very tired, she’d brow-beat him into taking her out. The lady had laughed and said she understood. Her own husband could get surly when she dragged him all over the place like that. She was very sweet.
Now here she was, being thoroughly ravished and loving every bit of it. Her skin felt like it was on fire again just like earlier, it was not a fluke that Brett could literally bring the heat. Were all his sexual encounters like this? No wonder the groupies used to duke it out over him.
Somehow, though, she knew that this kind of effect, this kind of raw, heartfelt connection, was not business as
He was able to manage a half smile. He was sure he looked crazy but who the fuck cared. He had been waiting nearly three years for Grace to let him into her bed. Granted, he had dated during that time, but none of them held a candle to her and it had been nearly a year since his last sexual encounter.
When Grace’s dad took ill, he’d left all other women alone and focused solely on comforting her and being available to her. There had been several close calls between them but things never got too far along. What they did on the balcony earlier had only whetted his starved appetite. He wanted his woman, and he wanted her now. The woman must have said something funny because Grace smiled and laughed. The woman hugged her, gave him a sympathetic look, then waved goodbye to him.
He again nodded his head. He wasn’t even sure of how it happened, one moment they were in the restaurant and the next moment, he had her firmly stashed behind him as he navigated the busy streets of the French Quarter. It was as if the revelers could sense he was in no mood for nonsense and scrambled to get out of his way. His cock throbbed with every step.
He hadn’t looked at Grace once, but he knew she was with him. He could feel the nails of her supple fingers digging for purchase in his lower back as she grasped his shirt; trying to keep up with him. If he looked at her, he was liable to pull her into an alley and fuck her against the wall. Her nails were already doing a number on him.
She was going to get fucked so well tonight all thoughts of a bucket list would be erased from her mind.
They finally reached the hotel. Two of the three elevators dinged, he maneuvered around the three people waiting and pulled her towards the first one. As they stepped into the elevator, Brett quickly pressed the button to close the door and told the other people waiting to catch the next one. Yes, he was being a prick but he didn’t give a shit. He was not going to wait another damn second to be with Grace and unless they wanted a show, it was best if they caught the next elevator.
“Brett! That was a rude thing to do,” Grace began.
Brett slightly unleashed his passion so she could see he was not dealing with a full deck. He pulled her to him and ravished her eager mouth…and she responded to his roughness by yielding to him one moment, then taking the lead the next. It was sexy as hell. She met him move for move, like a game of oral chess.
Moans, groans and growls filled the elevator. Brett didn’t know if they came from Grace or him. After several floors, the elevator stopped and he went to exit, but Grace didn’t move. She was trembling, despite a firm hold of the railing along the wall. He went to her, picked her up, carried her to their door and then inside.
Chapter Seven
Frantic…desperate…crazed…that was how she felt. Brett McAllister made her feel that way. Lord, this man knew how to touch a woman. She’d felt the tension in him at the restaurant and tried to harness it to turn him on, but she quickly realized there was no harnessing Brett’s raw sexual power.
She’d had a devil of a time explaining his behavior to Maggie, the little old lady at the restaurant who’d wanted to take a picture with Brett. She finally settled on telling her they were just getting into town and although Brett was very tired, she’d brow-beat him into taking her out. The lady had laughed and said she understood. Her own husband could get surly when she dragged him all over the place like that. She was very sweet.
Now here she was, being thoroughly ravished and loving every bit of it. Her skin felt like it was on fire again just like earlier, it was not a fluke that Brett could literally bring the heat. Were all his sexual encounters like this? No wonder the groupies used to duke it out over him.
Somehow, though, she knew that this kind of effect, this kind of raw, heartfelt connection, was not business as
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