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She pulled back far enough for him to see her eyes, to see
the heat and the longing in them.

But it was the uncertain smile that trumped everything. He’d
wipe that uncertainty out of her if it took him all night and most of his
strength.

“That’s what I want.”

“Good thing you wore a skirt. Won’t have to take it off.”

Her eyes widened as she caught his meaning and her pale
cheeks flushed bright red. His lips curved in what he made sure was a predatory
grin and he took one hand off her ass to cup one of her breasts.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he pinched the hardening
nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her thin green t-shirt and bra did
nothing to hide her arousal and the stretchy material of her gray skirt warmed
under his hand.

“Come on, babe. Stand up.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

“You won’t be on your feet for long, don’t worry. Go on.
Stand up.”

After a second, she eased back so she could use her hands to
steady herself as she got to her feet. When she stood looking down at him, he
let his gaze drop to her breasts, directly in front of his face. “Take the bra
off but leave the shirt.”

Her gaze slid to the doors into the house before it locked
onto his again and she worked her hands under her shirt and around her back. He
saw her bra gape under the shirt then watched as she slid the straps down her
arms so she could draw the bra off from beneath the shirt.

Then she dropped it in his lap.

White lace. Damn thing was see-through. He held it up to his
nose and sniffed it. His cock throbbed in his jeans. If he wasn’t careful, he’d
come like a teenager, inside his jeans before he ever got inside her.

“Blessed Goddess, Kaisie…”

He put his hands on her lower thighs, just below the hem of
that skirt then he pushed up and under it. The skirt followed, caught on his
wrists, until it sat around her waist and exposed the white lace panties that
matched the bra.

Filling his hands with the firm, smooth globes of her ass
again, he let his fingers dig into the flesh. “Did you wear these for me?”

Her breath audibly caught as his brushed across that soft
material. He could smell her arousal, hot and sexy, and he brought his face
right up to the vee of her legs. Brushing his nose against the lace, he
inhaled.

“I fucking love the way you smell.”

Her moan made his hands clench tighter on her ass and he
loved the pinch of her fingers when her hands landed on his shoulders to steady
herself.

“Hold steady now, because I’m going to taste you.”

“Kaisie!”

He smiled at the scandalized tone of her voice. “You’re
gonna wanna keep your voice down, babe. Don’t wanna wake the kids.”

He moved in before she could say anything else or squirm
away. He pressed a kiss against her mound, right over her clit just before he
hooked his thumbs in the sides of those panties and pulled them off her hips.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he nuzzled his nose
into the trimmed hair on her mound. “Widen your legs, Gracie. There you go. Now
hold on.”

She stood at the perfect angle for him to get his tongue
between her legs and lick at the hardened nub of her clit. With his hands on
her ass, he let his tongue part her folds and play with her. Tasting the
wetness seeping from her body. She tensed but he didn’t wait for her to catch
up. If he let her think too much, she’d freeze. He needed to keep her off
balance.

And working her into a short, quick orgasm would do just
fine to keep her that way.

He didn’t tease. He went for flat-out arousal, using his
tongue and his teeth and his lips to make her sex clench. Licking at her clit,
he played with the tiny nub until it hardened then he stiffened his tongue and
slid it between the slick lips of her pussy.

He heard the cry she bit her lips to hold back as he
alternately nipped at her clit and fucked her with his tongue. So fucking
sweet. The scent of her arousal intensified until finally she came, the muscles
of her thighs quivering then tightening as she tried to hold herself steady.

When he stood, she lost the battle not to cry out, clutching
at his shoulders as if she thought he was trying to get away.

Instead, he pressed his mouth over hers for a short, hard
kiss, knowing she’d taste herself on his lips.

Opening his eyes, he saw the startled, dazed look on her
face and it made him growl. He wasn’t as careful as he could have been as he
spun her around and pushed her over the rolled arm of the couch.

With her skirt still around her waist, he took a moment to
stare at her bare ass gleaming in the moonlight. He had the sudden urge to
smack that pale skin until it glowed.

Too much, too soon.

Gracie wasn’t ready for anything like that.

Hell, just taking her like this was pushing her limits.

Someday soon, though…

“Kaisie…”

Her voice sounded breathless and he loved it. “That’s right,
sweetheart. Beg me.”

She shook he head. “No…”

He stroked his hand across her ass, letting one finger play
along the seam and making her squirm. “Oh, yes, you will. You’re going to beg
me to make you come again.”

She gasped, though she tried to hide it. “Do you always talk
this much during sex?”

Good thing she couldn’t see his expression right now. Didn’t
want his bared teeth to scare her. “Wouldn’t want you to forget who was here
with you. Besides, you like to hear my voice.”

She gasped as he drew the zipper down on his jeans. “I don’t
know what to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything right now. I’m gonna make
love to you and the only thing you need to do is enjoy it.”

Her hands gripped the cushion until her knuckles turned
white. “I want to.”

“Then I’ll make it good.” He let his hands pet her ass and
down her thighs then stepped closer and let the tip of his cock brush between
her legs. She shuddered and started to push herself up. “No, stay there. Don’t
move.”

He put one hand on the small of her back, the silkiness of
her skin distracting him into petting a hand up her spine for several seconds.
Until his aching cock drew his attention back to his main purpose.

Getting inside her again. Making her his.

He already knew how hot she’d be, how tight. His heart
pounded like a teenager about to get to third base for the first time.

Stroking his hand between her legs, he groaned at the soft,
hot flesh spreading around his two fingers. Gods damn, she felt like silk.

Grace moaned, using the cushions to muffle her voice, as he
stroked his fingers in and out until she clenched hard around him.

Damn it, she was so close already and he didn’t want her to
come until he was buried deep inside her.

Slipping his fingers free, he grabbed her hips then held her
steady as he positioned his cock. The head brushed against the swollen lips of
her sex, making his balls tighten in response to her wet heat.

The sensation was so good, he had to ring the base of his
cock with his fingers and squeeze to stave off his orgasm. So fucking good. She
felt so fucking good.

He let his cock swipe against that warm flesh, coating him
in her wetness and pushing him closer to the edge until he couldn’t wait any
longer to have her.

With a groan, he thrust forward. Not hard, just enough to
bury the head of his shaft between her legs. He stopped so he could soak in the
sensation of her snug pussy.

“Oh Gods, Kaisie. That feels…”

Her voice stroked across his senses, and he grabbed tight to
his control so he didn’t just start to thrust. He needed to make it good for
her. Not just get himself off.

“Feel good, baby?” He pushed farther inside, his cock
swelling as she gripped him tight. “I want you to feel good.”

Her head twisted to the side so he could hear her voice more
clearly. “It feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

His jaw locked as he heeded her command. “I’m not fucking
stopping. At least not until you come all over my cock.”

Grace gasped and clenched around him, forcing an answering
growl from him as he plastered himself against her back and let his hips begin
to swing more freely.

Her scent drew him closer and he buried his nose in the
softness of her hair at her nape. Damn, she smelled amazing.

He wanted to keep her pinned beneath him all night, keep his
dick buried inside her until he couldn’t get it up anymore. Which he didn’t see
happening for hours.

She turned him into a horny teenager all over again. Not
that he was complaining.

Especially not when she wriggled her ass against him,
telling him without words that she wanted him to go faster. Or clenching around
him when she wanted him to go even deeper.

He followed every one of her silent commands, giving her
exactly what she wanted.

But it still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see her
face when she came. Wanted to watch her eyes drown in pleasure and her mouth
part on each gasp.

When he pulled away, she cried out in frustration, making
his lips pull back in a fierce grin.

Pulling her up, he spun her around and slammed his mouth
down on hers for a wickedly carnal kiss even as he lifted her into his arms,
wrapped her legs around his waist then pressed her back against the arm of the
couch and slipped inside her again.

Now he had her exactly where he wanted her. In his arms,
plastered against his body. Her arms around his neck, her mouth on his,
stealing his breath.

Like two kids in a stolen moment, still dressed and
desperate for each other in their parents’ living room, they writhed together,
straining toward completion.

He felt her hands sink into his hair, clutching and scraping
at his scalp. Her legs tightened around his waist, her hips moving in rhythm
with his. Her breasts crushed against his chest, tight nipples poking through
her shirt. He bent to take one in his mouth. His teeth closed around the tip,
causing her to arch and press more of her breast into his mouth.

“Harder. Gods, Kaisie. Harder.”

“Yes.”

She tried to thrust against him but couldn’t get the right
angle sitting on the arm of the couch.

So he lifted her, turned and put her back against the wall
of the house. Then he loosened his restraint until he lost it all together. His
teeth dragged across her nipple until she cried out and yanked on his hair so
hard, it hurt.

He licked a wet swath up her throat, tasting salt and sweet,
warm woman. Nipping at her jaw, he sucked her skin into his mouth, marking her,
as he tunneled into her, his hands filled with her gorgeous ass.

As she clung to him, heels digging into his ass, hands
pulling at his hair, he thrust without finesse or control. He covered her mouth
with his, kissing her hard, sucking her sweetness into him.

He couldn’t get enough of her, strained to get closer,
deeper. Emotion boiled in his gut, combining with the lust until he couldn’t
separate the two.

He needed her with an all-consuming desire. Loved the way
she opened only to him.

Her breath felt like a brand against his neck and he let his
head tilt back when she opened her mouth on his collarbone to muffle her scream
as she came.

She jerked in his arms, her sheath milking his response
until he couldn’t hold it back anymore and exploded.

Chapter Six

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

Grace knew immediately that it was absolute wrong thing to
say as Kaisie went stone still beside her on the couch.

After they’d come together against the wall and Kaisie had
gently cleaned her with his t-shirt, he’d taken her back to the couch on the
warm porch and settled her on his lap. With her ear against his chest, she
heard his heart calm from thumping arousal to contentment.

“And why do you say that?”

His tone was deceptively calm. In the short time she’d known
him, she’d learned that when he sounded like this, he was wary. Full-out pissed
involved hand-waving and yelling.

This was worse, she decided.

“I only meant that I can barely breathe when I’m with you.
You’re like a force of nature, a tornado that’s going to spin me around and
spit me out. I don’t know how to handle you.”

He relaxed with a soft huff of a laugh. “Grace, I think
you’re doing just fine so far. So…when do you want to move in? I should have
the new bath and bedrooms framed out by the end of the week. Should be able to
call in a few favors, get a few guys over to help. Alex and Amy can share the
other bedroom until then. We’ll make one of the rooms big enough for Mara and
the baby until she figures out if she wants to stay with us or move into her
own house. Yours’ll be open by then— What? Why are you shaking your head at
me?”

Emotions she couldn’t control struggled for dominance.
Desire, longing, fear. Blessed Goddess, she so wanted exactly what he was
offering to her in such nonchalant tones. But she knew she shouldn’t. If Ettore
was still alive, he’d be coming for her and the children. And he’d kill anyone
in his way.

Her hand on his neck gripped him tightly. “How many times do
I have to say it, Kaisie? We can’t stay here.”

“And how many times do I have to tell you everything will be
okay? I know trust is hard for you to come by. I understand you’re going to
have issues that will drive me up a freaking wall. But trust me when I say I’m
gonna make it safe for you to stay here.”

Her need to kiss him bit at her with sharp little teeth,
sinking into her heart. “Short of killing Ettore, you can’t ensure that.”

She felt him shrug. “Then I’ll kill the bastard. No skin off
my nose. I can take care of you and the kids. You just have to have a little
faith.”

Blessed Goddess, she wanted to. And she had no doubt Kaisie
could take care of himself. But he was only one man. “I think you may be asking
too much of me.”