The Expert’s Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(37)
Author: Jessica Clare

“Totally,” she agreed, shifting her h*ps so she rubbed up against his fingers. “But feel free to touch me as you like.”

Grant gave a small groan and pushed two fingers inside her, sliding deep. Then he scissored them, which made her arch with pleasure. “How do you get so turned on so fast?”

“All that foil,” she breathed, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. “I kept thinking of your reaction as I did it. I guess that turned me on.”

The fingers slid away and he shifted. She felt the head of his c**k probe her and held her breath, waiting for that delicious moment.

“So the thought of aggravating me turns you on?”

Maybe it did. She gave a small shrug. “Are we going to talk all day or are we going to have sex? I—”

Her words broke as he plunged forward, shoving into her. She felt that familiar, delicious stretch as her body adjusted to him, and a small moan escaped her.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her throat. Then he pumped slowly into her again and began a languid rhythm, moving in and out of her.

He felt incredible, too, the sensations moving through her body in a pleasant ripple. Her mouth curved into a dreamy smile. “Whatever happened to hard and fast? Not that this is bad, mind you. It’s really the opposite of bad.”

“Mmm. Disappointed? I do hate to disappoint.” Grant thrust again, this time hard enough to make her br**sts bounce.

She gasped in response, holding on to him. “Never disappointing.”

“Still, I did make a promise,” he told her, strain in his voice, and rocked hard again, causing the pleasantness of his thrusts to slide up a notch, exciting her.

“You did,” she told him, breathing a little harder with anticipation. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, locking them against him.

His thrusts began to pick up speed and strength, until she was gasping with each hard slam into her, her nails digging into his back. She lifted her h*ps to match him, aroused by the power he was driving into her. She knew Grant was strong, but he’d never used it against her . . . until she’d asked for more. And oh, he was giving her more. She moaned and writhed against him with each thrust, loving the power he was unleashing on her. She’d be walking bowlegged when they were done, but she’d be the happiest bowlegged woman ever.

Desire continued to build as he rocked into her, their bodies shoving across the rug with the power of each drive into her body. Grant grunted with every thrust, close to losing control. “Almost there,” she told him with a whimper. “So close . . .”

“Need a little more to drive you over?” Grant asked her, grit in his voice. She felt him shift again, and then his fingers were down at her pu**y. “I might know just the thing.”

And then he began to play with her clit, rubbing her piercing against it.

Her entire body stiffened and an orgasm blasted through her, making her emit a small choking sound. Words escaped her as pleasure poured through her, rocking her even as Grant thrust again with wild, frenzied motions. Then he groaned her name and stiffened against her, one last hard push pounding through her before he collapsed on top of her.

They both remained where they’d fallen against each other, saying nothing and struggling to regain their breath. Brenna ran a light hand over his shoulders, feeling the dampness there. He’d worked up a sweat f**king her brains out. Good man, she thought with a chuckle.

He lifted his head and looked down at her through smudged, slightly askew glasses. “What’s making you laugh?”

“Just thinking that you won’t need to work out today, since we just burnt quite a few calories.” She traced a finger along his muscles.

He grinned down at her. “I blame you. You knew how worked up I’d get with all that foil. Where on earth did you find so much?”

She shrugged idly. “I had Rome drive me into town.”

Grant stiffened against her, all easiness escaping him. “Rome? The new guy? You trusted him to go into town with you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” She patted his chest consolingly. “I mostly wanted to get a ride on that cool-looking motorcycle of his.”

This time, Grant lifted off her and stared down at her in shock. “You rode on the back of his bike?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Anger pinched his handsome features. “Did you wear a helmet?”

Weird. “Who are you, my mother?”

“Damn it, Brenna! Those things are incredibly unsafe. Not only do you go off gallivanting with a stranger, you do it on the back of a motorcycle and don’t even wear a helmet? What the hell are you thinking?”

She stared up at him in surprise as he lifted off her and stormed out of the room, heading to the bathroom. It would have been a funny sight—him with his pants around his knees—if she wasn’t so mystified by his reaction. What the heck was that all about?

He was actually pissed off . . . about safety?

She remained where she was, na**d and on the floor, watching for him to return. He did a few minutes later, his clothes straightened, a furious look on his face. He glanced at her, scowled, and went to a nearby closet and pulled out his gym bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to go work out.”

“We just built up a sweat. You can’t tell me you want to work out again?” Hadn’t the man heard of cuddling or something after sex?

“You should probably go back to work,” he told her coldly.

“O-kaaaay.” Sometimes Grant confused the hell out of her.

• • •

Brenna watched Grant curiously as he typed into his computer, seemingly all business. Ever since their fight—well, she didn’t know if it was really a fight since only one of them had been mad and it wasn’t her—he’d been ignoring her. That meant no possessiveness, no demands to have her move in, no nothing.

It was refreshing, but it was also a bit mystifying. Troubling, if she was honest with herself. Nah, she settled back on mystifying. Grant wasn’t acting like Grant. He’d been perfectly happy to have sex but the moment he’d found out she’d ridden into town with Rome, he’d freaked out. Jealousy, she wondered? How could he be jealous of Rome, when she was sleeping with Grant?

“Are your parents coming over today?” she asked, because she couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

It took a few minutes for him to look up from his computer screen, his expression intense. Then he focused on her through his glasses and shook his head. “They’re visiting friends in Houston.”