With a frown Grace realized that it was well after 10 o'clock. Night had fallen early, ushered in by an unexpected rain shower. The scent of damp earth drifted in through the partially open back door. A shiver raced up her spine as a cold draft pushed through the doorway. Her thin skirt fluttered slightly against her legs before falling back into place. The unexpected dip in temperature only made her feel more out of sorts. With a sigh she placed the blue striped dishtowel on the counter. Once again her eyes were drawn to the window above the sink. The soft yellow glow coming from the barn captured her attention. There was only one reason the light would be on at this time of night.
Just the thought of James brought a flush of heat to her skin. Since the day he had arrived she'd known he was something special. It was more than just his physical presence that lead her to that assumption. Heaven help her, his physical presence was remarkable. Closing her eyes, she conjured up a vision of James Storm that was so sinfully sweet she shivered. From top to bottom of his six foot frame, he oozed confidence. The man had a gift for words but there was no mistaking the intensity that lurked just below the surface. More than once she'd thought of him as a wolf; a creature that would never be tamed. There was something wild about him that put all of her senses on alert. She knew not to tangle with a man like him. But there was something about him she couldn't ignore. He pulled her like a moth to a flame. The only thing that stood between them was the simple fact that he didn't look at her as anything more than the boss' daughter.
The subtle beeping of the coffee pot pulled her from her reverie. Slowly her eyes opened but the image of James' rugged features swam through her vision. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried to force her thoughts away from him. It would do her no good to continue torturing herself. Not once in the last four years had he looked at her. At least not in a way that would matter. Certainly not the way she wanted him to look at her. Reaching for a ceramic coffee cup, she forced herself not to think about what would only ever be a fantasy. She grabbed the insulated handle of the coffee pot and filled the cup. As the black liquid swirled toward the brim, she leaned a hip against the counter.
No matter how many times she told herself not to wish for more, the spark of hope wouldn't be extinguished. Since the day James had walked onto the property, she'd been helplessly attracted to him. It was more than just his rugged good looks. It was more than the honesty shining in his slate gray eyes. There was something about him that made her feel very aware of her femininity. James, however, was an entirely different story. He was always polite to her, almost to a fault. But never did he spend more than a few moments in her company. Without fail he'd find an excuse to quickly escape. Although she didn't blame him, his rather dismissive treatment stung. Staring into the depths of the cup, she tried to keep her thoughts from circling. This was the worst kind of torture. Her feelings for the sexy cowboy were her most closely guarded secret. She'd been very careful not to give too much away. The thought of embarrassing him made her keep her emotions under wraps.
Sighing softly, Grace wrapped her palm around the cup. The warmth instantly moved into her hand, reminding her that the temperature outside was much too cool. With another glance through the window, Grace picked up the cup. Before she could stop herself, she pushed the screen door open and stepped out into the brisk night. She shivered as she crossed the porch and went down the steps. She hurried to cover the distance to the barn. Flicking a glance at the cloudy sky, she knew it was only a matter of time before the rain started again. Promising herself she'd only be a few minutes, she stepped into the barn.
Wrapping her arms around her waist Grace watched James as exited an empty stall. He closed the stall door and wiped his hands on an old rag. Tucking it into the back pocket of his worn jeans, he reached up to adjust his black Stetson. Without so much as a glance in her direction he crossed the bay. He stopped in front of the first stall. A soft whinny greeted his approach and a dark muzzle appeared over the door. James reached up and gave the horse a gentle scratching. She nickered softly in appreciation and nudged his shoulder. James' low laugh reached Grace's ears.
"You know I can't help you, girl. You're off sweets for a while longer." James murmured as he ran his hand down the horse's sleek neck. He chuckled as she once again pushed him.
He patted her gently before reaching into his shirt pocket. He removed three sugar cubes and held his hand out, "You know I can't resist a lady when she begs."
He waited patiently as the horse nibbled the sweet treats. As she took the last one, she whinnied in thanks. "Don't go telling on me or we'll both be in trouble."
James gave her one last pat before turning away. As he took a step toward the door he drew up sharp. The slight widening of his eyes was his only reaction to seeing Grace framed in the doorway. They stared at each other for several silent moments. Finally Grace held up the quickly cooling cup as an explanation.
"I just made a fresh pot. I thought you might like some." her voice was incredibly soft. The sound was nearly lost in the wide expanse of the barn.
James studied Grace without moving. His protective instincts flared to life as she moved further into the semi-dark barn. To say he was surprised to see her was an understatement. He assumed she'd long since been tucked into bed. At least that's where she should have been. As his eyes moved over her, he had the urge to tell her to sashay her perky ass right back into the house. It wasn't going to take long for her to catch a chill. Especially with the way she was dressed.
The white skirt was nearly transparent in the dim light. He could make out her shapely hips through the gauzy material. The garment fell to just below her knees. The shirt she wore was light pink and perfectly matched the strappy sandals on her feet. She looked like she belonged on a sun drenched bench. It was abundantly clear that she didn't belong in the dusty barn. Shaking his head slowly, he forced his gaze back to her face.
"Much obliged." he said. He still didn't move so much as a muscle.
Her expression faltered slightly. Disappointment skirted across her features before they returned to being serene. Had she really expected him to say more? The fact that he'd spoken to her at all was a small blessing. Most days passed without even that amount of words passing between them. She continued studying him. God, he had no idea how attractive he was. He was all bulky muscle and sinewy strength. Under his denim jacket his blue T-shirt was stretched tight over his shoulders. The material looked just as worn as the denim encasing his long legs. Her throat went suddenly dry as she skimmed over his hips. A blush bloomed on her skin as she realized she was unabashedly staring at his crotch. Forcing her gaze to the side, she mentally kicked herself. The last thing she wanted was to give him yet another reason to avoid her.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and moved further into the barn. She had little reason to believe James would actually approach her to take the coffee. The only way he'd accept it would be if she brought it to him. Then it would be impolite to refuse. She approached slowly, her steps stirring up a cloud of dust from the straw covered floor. When she was close enough she held the cup out to him.
James called himself ten kinds of fool. If he had an ounce of sense he would have taken the damn coffee and sent her on her way. Oh no, he stood rooted in place and watched as she walked toward him. The subtle swaying of her hips with each step made his body go hot and tight. As she came to stand before him he had the distinct impression that he was in deep trouble. His gaze moved to the white ceramic cup in her hand. He swore vividly in his mind. The tight buds of her nipples were evident as they strained against her shirt. Cursing silently, he took the cup. He was careful not to touch her.
"Best be getting back inside." he muttered as he took a step back. The more distance he could put between them, the better.
Grace ignored him and began walking deeper into the barn. She stopped in front of the stall where he'd been only moments ago. She studied the name plate on the wooden door. Winter's Pride was a midnight black five year old mare. She was expecting her first foal in the spring. The sweet natured horse had been her favorite since her father had purchased her. She came from excellent stock and would produce the best foals possible. Grace had worried about her during the unseasonable weather. Her concern would only increase over the next four months. She wouldn't be at peace until Winter had delivered her baby.
"How's she doing?" Grace asked as she held out her hand to Winter. The horse recognized her scent and gave a happy greeting. Grace stroked her gently between her velvety ears.
James watched as Winter allowed herself to be petted. Grace laughed softly as the horse dropped her head for a more vigorous petting. The sight of those well manicured hands made his body ache in ways it shouldn't. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to have those hands on his heated skin.
Shaking himself out of the unexpected stupor, he responded, "Well enough. She's eating plenty and getting enough exercise."
Grace nodded but didn't look away from the horse. Those intelligent eyes looked at her as if saying James takes excellent care of me. As if there were any doubt. James was not content to do things by half measure. He gave everything he had in everything he did. He cared for the animals as if they were his own. She was convinced that the ranch would not be a thriving success without him. Not that he'd ever agree with her, but it was true. With a final scratch Grace moved away from Winter. The horse gave her a baleful look as Grace turned toward the door.
"If she needs anything, will you let me know?" Grace asked softly.
James nodded, "I'll be sure to let Mr. Davies know."
Of course he'd go to her father. He'd do whatever was necessary to keep her at a distance. Grace bit back a frustrated sigh. She was beginning to wonder if James thought she had a contagious disease.
"Thank you." Grace forced the words out. She knew she sounded like a first class bitch but she couldn't help it. As much as she hated to admit it, James' constant rejection was wreaking havoc on her confidence. One of these days she was going to learn to stop torturing herself.
James waited for Grace to move. However she remained where she was. Her slender hands rubbed her arms in an attempt to chase away the chill. He knew she had to be freezing but she was being stubborn again. The urge to wrap his arms around her and share his warmth was nearly overwhelming. To stop himself from doing exactly that he shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to finish up." James said. He hated the way Grace jerked as if his words had injured her. Without looking at him she nodded.
"Of course you do." Grace murmured. She forced herself to stop standing there like an idiot. As she passed him, she couldn't resist the urge to glance at him. " 'Night, James."
" 'Night, ma'am." James tipped his hat to her as she passed.
Grace stopped and turned slowly on her heel. In the four years he'd been there, she could count the number of times he'd used her first name on one hand. He was nothing if not polite.
"You still won't do it." she murmured as she came up to him. Her head lilted back so she could look up at him. His eyes were so beautiful. They were the same color as a cloudless winter sky. And they were just as clear. He had the kind of eyes she could spend the rest of her days looking into.
James looked at her in confusion. "Do what?"
Grace held his gaze as she responded, "Call me by my given name. You always say ma'am or miss. But never Grace. Why is that?"
James swore softly under his breath. No way in hell was he going to answer that question. He was not going to give life to the words he'd spent so long trying to repress. What he felt for Grace was not for anyone to know; not even her. He intended on taking that bit of information to the grave.
"You better go inside now." James' voice was low and soft. The sound vibrated out of his chest, making her shiver. He turned to the nearby stall and balanced the coffee cup on the wooden half door.
The sudden quiet in the barn seemed unbearably loud. The only thing she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the roar of blood in her ears. Feeling suddenly brave, Grace lifted her hand and placed it against his cheek. The soft bristle of his beard against her palm tickled. Electricity shot up her arm, kicked her heart into double time. She slid her palm along the hard angle of his jaw. Just as her fingers were about to brush over his supple lips, his long fingers wrapped around her wrist. Although his touch was gentle, his strength was unmistakeable.
"I said you need to go inside." James growled. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to keep his control intact. The soft glide of her fingers against his cheek had been too much. His skin felt as if she'd taken a hot match to it. There wasn't a single inch of his body that didn't burn for more.
"Just once, James. Say my name one time and I"ll go." she whispered.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled her hand away from his cheek. For a moment Grace feared she had angered him. He dropped her hand and wiped his damp palm down the side of his jeans.
"Do you really hate me that much?" she questioned softly. Her hand wrapped around her wrist where his fingers had gripped her. The warmth of his touch lingered.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling you to go." James' words had a sharp edge to them. God only knew how much longer he would be able to hold on. With each passing second the urge to show her just how wrong she was grew more intense.
"I wish I knew what I've done to you, what I said to offend you." her words were soft and unmistakeable. She meant every syllable. She truly believed she'd caused him some sort of distress.
If only she had a clue as to what she actually did to him. His cock was painfully swollen as it pressed against the denim confines. He ached to drag her against his him and ravish her rosebud mouth. He wanted to have her wild and panting beneath him. He was dying to part her creamy thighs and spend himself in her slick paradise. Who was he kidding? It would be a disaster for both of them if he gave into those primal urges. No, the best thing he could do was send her back to the safety of the house.
Defeat moved through her as she looked up at James. Tears stung her eyes as the weight of the situation pressed down on her. After everything she'd said, all the times she promised herself she wouldn't do it, she'd done exactly that. She'd thrown herself at him. And he'd rejected her without so much as batting an eyelash. She had known what would happen and yet she'd done it anyway. She had only herself to blame. Taking a step backward, Grace wiped at the lone tear snaking down her cheek.
James felt as if he'd been kicked in the gut. Seeing the tears shining so brightly in her blue eyes made him feel lower than snake shit. He told himself that sending Grace away was for her own good. Nothing positive would come from giving in to the need crawling relentlessly at him. But as he looked at her, he knew he'd lost the fight. He couldn't stand seeing her cry any more than he could stomach the thought that he'd been the cause.
"Don't cry. Come here." James said as he reached for her. Wrapping his heavy arms around her waist, he anchored her lithe body to his. She fit him perfectly, her head tucking neatly beneath his chin. The silky strands of her hair tangled in his beard. With a heavy sigh he disentangled the tresses.
Grace took a deep breath as she burrowed deeper into his warmth. She dared not speak for fear of breaking the mysterious spell that had descended. His heart was a steady throb under her ear. The sound was so soothing. Quickly pulling herself together, she blinked to clear her vision.
"I'm sorry, honey." James murmured as his arms tightened around her. Now that he had her in his arms, he wanted to enjoy the moment.
And savor it he did. Her soft curves aligned perfectly with his hard muscles. The weight of her breasts pressing against his chest made the ache between his thighs more intense. As it was the heat of his erection rested against her belly. The only thing that would make it more perfect would be if they were skin to skin. But that wasn't going to happen. He had to put an end to things before they got even more out of hand.
He waited several long moments before slowly releasing her. She took a small step backward. Glittering blue eyes looked up at him. The emotions he saw shining in those crystalline depths made his chest ache. He watched as she drew her bottom lip between her sharp, white teeth. He wanted to kiss her so damn bad. Just once he wanted to know what it was like to have her mouth under his. But he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop with just one taste. He was scared that once he'd tasted her, he would never get enough.
"I should be the one to apologize." Grace murmured. She lifted a trembling hand to her hair and smoothed the blonde locks.
"Don't worry about it. These things happen." James answered softly. He hoped she bought the lie.
Things like this didn't just happen. At least not to guys like him. Grace was a far cry from the kind of woman he preferred. His typical choice of a female companion was a little rough around the edges. He preferred women who liked to get down and dirty. He wanted to share a few passionate hours between the sheets and then go on his way. The sex he had was always of the no-strings attached variety. And Grace damn sure didn't fit into that category. She sure as hell wasn't the kind of woman to be used then set aside. But damn his sorry hide if he didn't want to have her warm and willing beneath him.
"I think it's better if you ..." James' words were lost as Grace stood on tip toes and captured his lips with her own.
Holy hell, her mouth was impossibly soft. Her damp lips moved across his, teasing him, encouraging him to open to her gentle invasion. There was no shyness in her kiss. She explored the depths of his mouth, plunging deep before retreating. She explored the edges of his teeth with her agile little tongue. He couldn't remember ever being kissed so passionately. Shock held him in place. He dared not even breathe as Grace's slender hands settled against his pecs. Her blunt nails gripped his shirt. She clung to him as if he were a life line.
The soft mewling sounds coming from her were his undoing. His arms shot around her, hauling her roughly against him. His long fingers tangled in her hair. He applied a light pressure until she finally broke the kiss. Before she could protest he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder. Lightly he scored her with his teeth. She shivered in response.
"Tell me to stop." James demanded as he stroked his tongue along the shell of her ear.
Unable to find the words, Grace shook her head. No way in hell was she going to tell him to stop. She'd dreamed of this moment for too long. She'd craved his touch more than she'd realized. Now that she had him so close, she was not going to let him go until she had what she wanted; what they both wanted.
"Don't stop." She whispered as her teeth raked across his bottom lip. She bit him gently, pulling the plump flesh between her lips.
A deep growl left James as he buried his face against her fragrant skin. If he couldn't keep the gnawing hunger at bay, he'd do something he'd regret. He'd likely toss her to the hay strewn floor and fuck her senseless. As appealing as the idea was he couldn't do that to her. Grace deserved so much better. Lifting his head he looked toward the house and just as quickly dismissed the idea. There was only one place left to go.
Lacing his fingers through hers, he pulled away. He dropped a scorching kiss on her lips then tugged her after him. He led her to the back of the barn to a room on the right. It had once been a storage room but now held a double bed and worn work table. Milky yellow light from the hall spilled into the room, bathing everything in a soft glow. James' gaze fell to the bed and the multicolored quilt covering the expanse. A shiver raced through him as he realized that very soon he would finally have the opportunity to lay Grace in the center of his bed and show her just how much he wanted her.
As they came to stand beside the bed he brought her to a stop. His broad hands skimmed over her hips, bringing her close enough to touch. Impatience quickened his movements. Gripping her blouse he pulled the at the row of tiny mother of pearl buttons. They gave way, bouncing off the hard packed floor with a soft ping. Grace sucked in a sharp breath as the last of the buttons rolled out of sight. His name was a soft whisper.
"I'll buy you another one." James muttered as he pulled the material from her arms. Without looking he let the ruined garment fall to the floor.
A smile tugged at her lips. Being right here, in this moment, meant more than anything else could. She'd gladly burn her entire wardrobe to have James looking at her with desire blazing in his eyes.
James felt as if he'd forgotten how to breathe. The vision before him was exquisite. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. The firm globes were beautifully round, the dark pink tips slightly upturned. As he watched they contracted into tight points. He ached to draw them into his mouth and learn their texture and flavor. Just looking at her made his cock swell painfully. Never had he seen a woman that could compare with Grace's sweet beauty. Heat flicked along his spine as he reached for the zipper of her skirt. He fumbled with the tiny tab, cursing softly under his breath as he tried to free it.
Grace's slender hands covered his own, her elegant fingers sliding through his. She made quick work of pulling the zipper down. Pushing the material over her slim hips, the skirt slid to the floor. It pooled around her ankles, the frothy material spreading across the floor like water. Squaring her shoulders, she allowed James' hungry gaze to travel the length of her body. His heated perusal made her sex pulse with desire. Liquid heat gathered along her feminine folds.
"Damn, girl, you are beautiful." He growled.
A rosy blush bloomed on her skin at his praise. After so long of craving his attention she had it all. His heated gaze made her feel as precious and sexy as a woman ever could. Reaching for him, she slid her hands down the hard planes of his chest. He was solidly built; his limbs thick and strong. The muscles of his abdomen contracted in a wave as her hands headed to his belt buckle. It took her a moment to free the heavy metal clasp and slide the leather free. Just as her hands reached for the button on his jeans his warm hand covered hers.
"Maybe I should do that, Gracie." He muttered as he gently pulled her hands away from his straining cock. He was already hard enough to break concrete. He was painfully swollen, the thick head pressing against the unresisting metal zipper. The desire to free the straining length was irresistible. But he knew if he allowed Grace to explore him the passion between them would end all too quickly.
She shivered at the sound of her name coming from those lips. Desire raced through her veins and settled between her silky thighs. She watched as James tossed his Stetson onto the worn table. He then shrugged out of his denim jacket and tossed it over the foot of the bed. His blue T-shirt was next. He tugged the soft cotton from his broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Grace's gasp was a soft as moonlight. He was absolutely magnificent. His tawny skin glowed in the low light. He was a beautiful combination of strength and impossibly supple skin. She drank her fill of him, admiring the way his wide shoulders and thick chest moved as he reached for the copper button of his jeans.
James glanced at Grace as he freed the button and quickly tugged the zipper down. Without looking away he toed off his worn boots. He quickly pulled off his socks and let them drop to the floor. Hooking his thumbs in the belt loop of his jeans he tugged the material down his heavy thighs. Grace's mouth opened on a soundless "Oh" as she studied him. Not a single one of her daydreams could compare with the reality before her. There was not an inch of his body that didn't make her palms itch to touch.
The first brush of her hands on his skin was like a wildfire. Heat radiated from the place where her warm hands rested against him. It settled at the base of his spine, making the blood in cock throb in a steady rhythm. He forced himself to remain still, to allow her to explore as much as she wanted. Her touch was feather light as she traced the width of his shoulders and down to his biceps. She squeezed the tight bands of muscles before sliding down to his thick wrists. Her elegant fingers wrapped around his wrists. A slight smile tugged at her lips as she looked up at him.
"Touch me." she whispered as she placed his calloused hands on her hips.
A low growl left James as his fingers dug into her hips. He pulled her roughly against him, molding her sweet curves to his hard planes. She fit him perfectly and her skin was softer than the finest silk. He explored the gentle swells of her shapely ass. His thumb rode the subtle divide between the glorious globes. Only when his fingers encountered her warm wetness did he stop. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the feel of her feminine cream coating the tip of his fingers.
"Get in the bed, sugar." James murmured as he pulled his hand from between her thighs. With his hands on her waist he turned her toward the bed. Glancing down the length of her body, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. Her back arched in sinful invitation, her ass cradled by his heavy thighs. He'd love nothing more than to have her exactly the way she was. Biting back a curse he pulled the quilt down and waited for Grace to move.
She looked at him expectantly over her shoulder. The heated look in her eyes made James to throw caution to the wind. It took the last of his self control to grip her hips and turn her to sit on the bed. She scooted over as far as she could to make room for him. She shivered as the bed groaned softly under his weight. He curled his body around hers and dropped his face to the curve of her shoulder. His closely cropped beard tickled her sensitive skin. Dropping a line of nibbling kisses down her shoulder he continued until his lips found her breast. He sucked the pebbled tip between his lips and laved it with his tongue. He kept up the onslaught until she moaned. Releasing his sweet treat, he dared to look up at her. Her eyes glittered like diamonds as she stared back at him.
"I want you, James." She whispered even though no words were needed. Her slender fingers slid into his thick hair. The sand colored strands slid through her fingers like water. Tugging gently she urged his mouth up to hers.
She kissed him passionately, her agile tongue stroking over his firm lips. He opened for her, allowing her to kiss him as she would. The instant her tongue stroked against his he knew he was lost. With a groan he urged Grace onto her back. Without breaking the kiss his hands found her lace panties. The damp material clung to her for a moment before slipping free. Wrapping his huge fist around them, he brought them to his nose. Her scent, so earthy and hot, invaded every cell of his body. Dragging in a ragged breath he pulled them away and shoved them under his pillow.
He pulled back enough to look down at her flushed body. Her lithe form was achingly beautiful. In the last four years he'd never allowed himself to believe this would happen. He'd wanted Grace since the first time he'd seen her. To have her so warm and willing beneath him was worth more than he could ever express. He'd never been good with courting words. He believed in the power of actions. He could show her exactly how he felt with his kiss and his touch. He was damn sure he could show her more pleasure than she'd ever known.
A frown creased his brow as he studied Grace's flushed face. Their limited interactions hadn't given them much time to discuss intimate issues. The thought of Grace being with another man brought a flash of fierce protectiveness. He wanted to be the only man for her. He wanted to erase the memory of everything but this moment. His hand smoothed up her leg, over her knee to her hip. He didn't stop until he brushed over her damp curls. His thick finger parted her dewy flesh, opening her to his invasion. Circling her entrance with a fingertip, he teased her. The subtle pressure made her squirm.
A slow, sexy smile spread across his handsome face as he burrowed deeper. She took him easily, her nubile body opening like a flower.
"You're so ready for me, Grace." He whispered as his long finger dipped inside.
Her response was a needy moan. Her hips arched in invitation as he withdrew his hand. A shudder wracked her slender frame as his calloused finger smoothed over her swollen clit. Her nails dug into his sinewy shoulders as he repeated the motion.
"I need you." she breathed hotly against his ear. "I want you deep inside me."
How could he deny her? Bracing his weight on his forearms, he settled into the cradle of her thighs. The blunt head of his cock found her slick flesh. He gave her half a second to catch her breath before he thrust deep.
Grace's body arched under his, her nipples brushing against his pecs. Her head was kicked back against the pillows, the slender column of her throat bared. In this moment she was the embodiment of wanton desire. A rosy blush made her skin glow, her succulent nipples had deepened to dark pink. And her sweet little pussy sucked him greedily. Gathering her in his arms, he rocked into her. Tiny pulses of electricity moved down his spine and settled in his cock. His balls tightened painfully as he buried himself as deep as he could. Despite the chilly temperature of the room, sweat bloomed on his skin.
Each brush of his thick cock against her sex sent exquisite sparks through her entire body. She'd never been with a man as blatantly male as James. He was by far the most endowed lover she'd ever known. His sex was thick as her wrist and hard as steel. Every thrust went deeper than she would have thought possible. She felt stretched impossibly wide and loved the sensation. She gave herself over to the flood of desire pooling in her center.
James wasn't certain he would last much longer. Grace's sweet moans were a symphony he'd longed to hear for an eternity. Her soft gasps spurred him to thrust deeper and harder. The metal bed frame squeaked softly in protest as the rhythm of his movements increased. Bracing his weight on his arms he allowed his hips to swing freely. The pace he set made him grit his teeth against the white hot pleasure.
A low moan broke free from him as Grace's nimble fingers slid between their passion slicked bodies. She brushed lightly across his throbbing flesh before settling against her heated core. She found her overly sensitive clit and began stroking the tiny bud. Her gasp of delight made him bite down on the inside of his cheek.
"That's it, Gracie. Keep goin'." James encouraged her as his pace became more frantic. He arched over her, changing the angle of his thrust to go deeper.
A strangled cry escaped her as her fingers found the perfect rhythm. The tiny, pulsating nub under her fingertips became the center of the universe. She worked the sweet flesh mercilessly, wringing as much pleasure from it as possible. Her pussy tightened painfully around James as the first waves of her orgasm broke free. His name echoed off the high ceiling as she trembled beneath him. A feral growl rumbled deep in his chest as one hand hooked behind Grace's knee and squeezed her tight. His thrusts turned shorter and faster as the last fingers of pleasure moved through her.
Unable to resist the siren's call of her body, James thrust deep one last time. Before she could protest he pulled from her silky sheath. Grace gasped in wonder and surprise as James' cock twitched against her. A hot sticky warmth covered her belly as James' seed erupted. His big body shook as the last jets of release fell onto her skin. He grunted softly as he collapsed beside her.
Grace looked down at her body in wonder. James' thick release coated the satiny smooth skin of her stomach. Unable to stop herself, she drew a fingertip through the quickly cooling pools.
James swore vividly under his breath as Grace lifted her finger to her lips. Her agile little tongue flicked out to taste his essence. A happy little sigh left her as the flavor exploded in her mouth. He was salty sweet and everything she'd dreamed of. She licked her finger clean before withdrawing the digit. Feeling suddenly brave she looked into James' stormy gray eyes.
"That was incredible." she whispered. "You are incredible."
James laughed softly as he leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his discarded shirt. He carefully wiped away the small puddles of his release. Once he was happy with his handiwork he dropped the shirt back to the floor. He reached for the quilt and tugged it over Grace's now shivering form. With a satisfied sigh he pulled her body close to his. He wrapped his thick arms around her and held her tight against his chest. His chest ached as an unfamiliar emotion moved through him. He couldn't tell exactly what the sensation was or what it meant. All he knew for sure was that there was no place else in the world he'd rather be. Four years of self torture had ended in a way he hadn't allowed himself to believe possible. But damn his sorry hide if he wasn't thrilled to know Fate, fickle bitch that she was, had given him exactly what he'd wanted.
