Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations (18 page)

Sucking his tongue into her mouth, she swallowed his groan, feeling him shift her body over his groin. His erection pressed against her as she wiggled more.

Lifting his hand from her hip, it slid up her side, resting just underneath her breast. She pressed herself further into him, her unspoken acquiescence given. His large hand cupped her breast as his thumb moved over her hardened nipple. This time, he swallowed her moan as her squirming increased.

The pressure of her ass against his cock blasted all other thoughts from his head other than seeking release. Their lips never left each other’s as he stood, slipping his hand under her knees as he lifted her in his arms.

Stalking inside, he maneuvered her body so as not to hit her head while he closed and alarmed the back patio door. His head had to turn out of necessity, but she grabbed his cheeks in her palms, forcing his lips back to hers just as he secured the door.

Chuckling through the kiss, he moved to the stairs, taking them two at a time, easily moving with her in his arms. Reaching the upper hall, he hesitated.

Mewling at the loss of his lips, she peered into his eyes questioningly. He let her legs slide down to the floor while keeping her pressed into his chest, his prominent erection against her stomach.

“I need the words, babe. I wanted to wait…thought you needed to wait. I need to know that you want this as much as I do.”

“You can’t tell?” she smiled.

Grinning in return, he said, “Babe, I can feel your heat searing into me and I’m hanging on by a thread. But I gotta hear you say it. And that you understand this’ll be no fuck…but the start of you and me.”

Holding his gaze, her heart overflowing with emotion, she lifted her hand to cup his cheek once more. “Blaise, I want you. I think I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you that night at Chuck’s, but especially since the first time I saw you with Gypsy and knew you were special. You were sent for me. You were for me. I want everything about you to be a part of everything about me. I might not remember my past, but I sure as hell know I want you in my future.”

Her smile was interrupted by his lips. Sealing their fates. He lifted her and carried her into his bedroom. Looking behind him, he said, “Sorry, y’all. This is just for us,” and he kicked the door shut, keeping Gypsy and Ransom outside.

Setting Grace down again, he tossed back the covers before turning back to her eager lips. Soft and pliant, he reveled in her taste. Intoxicated, all rational thought left him as his body yearned to join with hers. Claim her. Possess her.

His hands grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and he pulled it up, tantalizingly slow. When it finally came to her breasts, she lifted her arms up, allowing him to pull it over her head before tossing it to the floor. Bringing her hands down, she repeated the movement on him, adding his polo to the pile.

His gaze lingered on hers as his hands moved to the front clasp of her bra, unsnapping it, allowing her breasts to fall naturally. With a flick of his wrist, the material fell away. His eyes then dropped to her glorious breasts—full mounds with dusty rose nipples. Already distended, they beckoned his mouth, but he resisted. The desire to have her naked overrode any other pleasure.

Placing his hands on her jean’s waistband, he slid the zipper down after unsnapping the button. Her hands mimicked his, unzipping his pants at the same time, although she had to maneuver the zipper over his pressing erection.

Stepping back so that her hands fell from his pants, he hooked his thumbs in her jeans and panties, sliding them to the floor. She rested her hands on his shoulders as he assisted her in stepping out of them.

And there she was…finally, naked. Gloriously naked. His eyes feasted over her perfect form, the scent of her arousal almost unmanning him. As he lifted his gaze back to hers, he smiled. “Perfection,” he whispered, winning her grin in return.

Trailing her eyes over his broad shoulders, down his muscular pecs and defined abs, she fought the urge to run her fingers over his stomach. “You appear to be overdressed for the occasion,” she said, her mouth dry with anticipation.

A cocky smile on his face, Blaise moved his hands to his pants, pushing them down as well, kicking them to the side to land on the other discarded clothing. Fisting his massive erection, glad to be free, he watched her eyes land on his cock and widen.
Jesus, she’s good for my ego!
While he had never had any woman complain…and plenty had wanted a repeat performance…there was something about the way Grace stared at him. Need. Want. Lust. And even awe.

Suddenly the thought hit him—
if she can’t remember anything, what if she’s a virgin?
One look at her enticing body almost had him convinced she could not possibly be one, but not willing to take a chance, he let his erection go, determined to seduce her slowly.

Stepping forward until her breasts touched his chest and his erection prodded her stomach, he tipped her head up and once more plundered her mouth. Long, slow, wet kisses made his head spin and he hoped it had the same effect on her.

The tingling between her legs had her seeking relief as she squeezed them together. Lost in his lips on hers, she barely realized he maneuvered her to the bed, laying her back on the soft mattress, following her down. His body pressed into hers but he propped his weight up on his arms.
How did he do that without ending the kiss
, she wondered, but the sensations slamming through her ceased all thoughts.

Caressing her breasts, he kissed his way from her lips to the pulse point on her neck, nipping as he went. Marking her, he continued his path to the tops of her mounds, moving from one breast to the other until finally latching onto a distended nipple. Licking the areola, he then pulled it into his mouth, sucking deeply.

The electricity jolted straight to her womb causing her hips to involuntarily lift against his, desperate to ease her longings. Chuckling as he felt her movements, he slid his hand down as he moved slightly to the side. His fingers found their prize, her slick folds welcoming him. Easing first one finger and then two, he scissored them deep inside, eliciting more moans from her parted lips.

The scent of her sex combined with the sounds she was making in the back of her throat undid him. Sliding down her body further, he pushed her legs apart as his tongue lapped up her savory juices. Her hips bucked and he placed a large hand on her stomach to keep her steady. Thrusting his tongue inside, he moved his hand up toward her breast, tweaking her sensitive nipple.

Lost in a sea of sensations, she lifted her gaze and kept her eyes on his head between her legs. With a nip on her clit, she jumped again as her orgasm rocketed her into orbit. Slamming her head back onto the mattress she allowed her body to float into space until it slowly came down.

Finally able to lift her head again, she saw his lazy smile as he licked her arousal off his lips.

“Aren’t you the cocky one,” she barely managed to say, still overwhelmed from her orgasm.

Crawling over her body, his erection straining and eager, he said, “Babe, I’ll show you cocky when my dick is buried to the hilt inside of this gorgeous, soaked pussy.”

His words turned her on more than she thought she could be. “You’re going to kill me with an overdose of orgasms, aren’t you?”

“What a way to go,” he murmured, grabbing the condom from where he had tossed it on the bed. Ripping the package, he rolled it over his erection. Leaning back down, his lips met hers again. Reaching down to center the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, he slipped inside slowly. Deeper and deeper, he stretched her inner walls, happy to see no signs of discomfort from her.

Pushing all the way, balls to her ass, he groaned as her tight sex grabbed his dick and held on. He felt her arms wind their way around his neck as her legs circled his hips, opening her up even wider. Settling his hips securely, he moved out in slow agony before plunging in again.

She felt his rhythm increase as he thrust harder and harder. The delicious friction soon had her moaning, desiring nothing more than to orgasm to relieve the need.

Continuing to rock her body, Blaise was lost in the euphoria as his balls tightened and his lower back muscles contracted.
Please come again…I can’t last!
“I am,” she gasped and he realized he spoke his thoughts out loud.

Just then she cried out his name as her second orgasm exploded. Hearing his name on Grace’s lips was all it took for him to grind himself deep inside, pulsating until every drop was drained.

He fell on top of her, barely managing to roll slightly to the side before crushing her. Unable to move further he lay, half on her, his heart pounding erratically.
Never, fuckin’ hell, have I ever felt like that before.
Not speaking, he continued to pant, hoping sweet words were not needed at the moment, unsure he had the breath to speak.

She lay, his heavy weight comfortably pressing on her side, her heart pounding. Her arms still wrapped tightly around his, her hand slowly stroking his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feeling of their sweat-slicked bodies together.

After several long minutes, the comfortable silence only broken by their breathing as it became steadier, he lifted his head and peered into her eyes. Their warm sparkle met his gaze.

“You okay, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shaking her head slowly, she moved her hand to cup his cheek. “I don’t think it would even be possible for you to hurt me,” she replied honestly.

Grinning, he kissed her lips before saying, “I’ll be right back.” He left the bed reluctantly, striding into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

She watched his magnificent ass as it moved away from her, but as he swaggered back into the room, she decided it was the front view that would win the prize. His walk was sure and confident.

Leaning up on her elbows, she suddenly wondered what was expected.
Do I go back to the guestroom? Does he want me to stay here? What should I—

“Grace,” his gentle voice interrupted. “I can hear the rush of your thoughts.” He opened the door, allowing Gypsy and Ransom to come trotting into the room. “Floor,” he commanded and the two obediently curled up on the rug. Sliding back onto the mattress, Blaise pulled the covers over their cooling bodies.

“I want you here. With me. All night. And every night from now on,” he confessed, as his arms pulled Grace in tightly.

Kissing her lips softly, he tucked her in and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she fell asleep instantly.

“G
race! If you
bring home one more stray, we aren’t gonna have any room left in the house,” dad called out as I walked into the den, my arms full of two little kittens.

Mom walked in from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready, you two—Oh Lordy, child, what is in your hands?”

“Mr. Fields said they were in the alley at the back of his grocery store and in the garbage. Mom, we can’t let them eat garbage.”

“Grace Marie Kennedy, you would have the whole house filled with animals if you could.” Mom walked over, taking one of the kittens out of my hand, cuddling it close to her chest. “Well, I suppose you can let them grow a little before finding new homes for them.”

Grinning, I hurried into the laundry room, grabbing an old towel from the hamper. Placing the kittens on the soft material, I turned around and almost ran into my dad.

He held a box out for me, his lips curving into a knowing smile. “Figured you’d need this, Gracie.”

Grabbing the box from his hands, I gave him a quick hug before turning back to my task. Placing the box on the floor, I scooped up the towel with the purring kittens and set them inside. “Now you’re warm and safe,” I told them, jumping up to get some food. By the time I was in the kitchen, mom was holding out some food for me.

“Hurry up and feed them so you can come to dinner.”

I did as I was told and in no time, tucked my legs under the table for the blessing. My father’s rich voice carried as he prayed. Tonight, he blessed the food and our family as always, then added, “And God bless our Grace, as she cares for your creatures.”

Holding on to my giggles, my fingers drifted along the fur of my dog, Max. Feeling his soft tongue lick my hand, I hoped momma didn’t see or she’d make me go wash my hands again.

As I lifted my eyes after the blessing…

The table floated away…as another scene drifted in.

The German Shepherd puppies bounded over, tumbling over each other to claim the visitor. I knelt down, my arms wide as I accepted the bundles of fur crawling onto my lap.

“Oh, my gosh, they’re gorgeous,” I laughed, falling backward on the grass and allowing the puppies to crawl over me.

The K-9 breeder smiled down at me and said, “Well, just like I promised, you get the pick of the litter. Any one of these pups will make a good K-9 dog for you.”

“How will I ever pick?”

Sure that I would never be able to choose which puppy to buy, I sat cross-legged on the grass, watching the dogs carefully. One furry bundle of energy kept coming over to me, sniffing first me and then sniffing over to where my purse was sitting on the ground about ten feet away and back again. Finally, the puppy plopped herself down next to me, her brown eyes staring at me as she cocked her head to the side while her brothers and sisters continued to tumble.

Scooping the small dog up, I knew. Somehow, I knew she was the one. She picked me. Looking up at the breeder, I grinned. “This is it. She’s the one.”

“You got a name picked out,” he asked, as we walked back to his house.

I thought…my parents are gone, college is over, I’m working in law enforcement but want to move into a new career as a dog handler. I have an apartment, but know I’ll move when she’s old enough for us to work for something like the TSA…I live like a gypsy. And she’ll now be with me as we train together. “Gypsy,” I answered. “Her name is Gypsy.”