The Expert’s Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(50)
Author: Jessica Clare

He sighed and moved closer. “Don’t cry, Brenna. I never meant to hurt you. I was just . . . frustrated. And I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“I just . . .” She sniffed, then swiped at her nose with one hand. “I just don’t understand why we can’t do things simple. Why we can’t just enjoy each other without having to make it about more. I just like being with you. Why do you have to change that?”

“We don’t,” Grant murmured, pulling her close. “I like having you around. I don’t want that to change. It’s just my nature to try and protect you.”

“Can you be a little less protective and a little more open to less commitment?”

“If that means we have to have wild, meaningless sex, then that’s what we’ll do.”

She sniffed against his chest. “Good.”

He stroked her hair. “Does this mean you’re coming back to bed with me?”

“Is it a no-strings-attached bed?”

“It can be.”

“Then yes.”

Grant grinned, brushing the backs of his fingers along her jaw. “Do you want to go to that no-strings-attached bed right now?”

“I don’t see why not.” She tilted her head, as if pretending to consider things. “I’m already dressed for it.”

“It looks like you’re dressed for a bath.”

“I can fix that.” She stood up and shrugged the robe to the floor, then delicately stepped out of it. “You coming?”

“Hell yes,” he said, following her behind the ladder.

Brenna shimmied up the ladder to the loft, trying not to be distracted by how he reached out and caressed her ass repeatedly while she did so. By the time she made it to the bed, she was turned on, but wary. Was Grant really going to give her what she wanted, or was he going to hurt her feelings again?

She turned to face him and noticed that Grant was still dressed, though he’d taken off his glasses and had tossed them onto a nearby bureau. “You going to get na**d with me this time?”

“Absolutely.”

He began to unbutton his shirt, and she sat on the edge of the bed and watched him, waiting. She wanted to help him undress, but she needed to see that he was going to give her this much, at least. Their last sexual encounter still weighed heavily on her mind, when he hadn’t given her anything.

Grant finished undressing and instead of folding his clothes like he normally did, he kicked them aside. Then he was na**d in front of her, and she reached out to touch him, unable to help herself. Her fingers smoothed over his chest hair and rubbed down the light line of hair that led to his groin.

“I’m glad you and I are better,” she told him with a soft, pleased sigh, her fingers cupping his balls.

“Me too,” he murmured, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, dragging her close. One hand went to cup her breast, and he thumbed her nipple. “So, did you find any positions in that book that didn’t involve commitment from the partners?”

“Hmm. Doggy style?”

“I like doggy style,” he said, leaning in to kiss her.

She tilted her face up for his kiss, and he brushed his lips over hers in a tender, almost butterfly-gentle kiss. He feathered his lips over hers, as if merely tasting her was enough, and the tenderness in the small caress was enough to make her toes curl.

“I need to make up for what I didn’t give you last night,” he murmured against her mouth. His hand slid up to cup the back of her head and then he was kissing her deep, his tongue sweeping against hers in a kiss that claimed as much as it pleasured. She moaned and leaned into the kiss, feeling shivers run up and down her body. And he kissed her endlessly, as if nothing existed but her mouth and her tongue, and they were there simply for his pleasure. When the kiss finally broke an eternity later, she was left panting and breathless. “Better?”

“Much,” she said with a sigh.

“That was a no-strings-attached kiss.”

“Mmm, those are my favorite kind.” Hell, she was so thoroughly kissed she doubted she could even stand up straight.

He chuckled. “I figured as much.” His hand slid between them, caressing the mound of her sex. “Is this ready for some no-commitment cock?”

“Oooh, it was born ready,” she purred. “Though I don’t mind if you keep giving it some no-commitment rubbing.”

Grant’s fingers slipped deeper, rubbing her piercing and clit. “Better?”

“Just like that,” she breathed. “You know just how to touch me, don’t you?”

“I do,” he told her, an intense look in his eyes. “I watch everything you do. I see how you react. It’s how it teaches me what you like.”

A man who thought about what she liked in bed? Novel. “And what do you like?”

“Touching you.”

“Oooh, good answer.” She shivered when his fingers rolled her piercing against her clit. “Really good answer.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. “I need to get a condom.”

She nodded, her own need building even as his hand slipped away. She couldn’t resist a small whimper of protest when he disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a moment later, condom in hand.

He returned to her side and brushed a hand over her ass. “Get on the bed and on your knees. In a totally non-commitment way, of course.”

“One non-committed pony ride coming right up,” she teased. She moved onto the edge of the bed and went on her hands and knees.

Grant moved behind her. His hand slid between her legs and he began to rub her pu**y again, until she was following the stroke of his hand and rearing backward with every touch.

“You wet for me?”

“As if you can’t tell?” She was so slick and wet for him.

He slipped a finger deep and made a sound of pleasure. “Very wet.”

She squirmed against his hand. “I need that non-committed c**k inside me, Grant. Not your fingers.”

“I can do that.” He slid his hands to her ass cheeks and pulled her thighs further apart, until she was falling forward on the bed. And as soon as her chin hit the blankets, he was pushing into her, his c**k sliding home.

Brenna moaned, clutching at the blankets. “Oh, Grant. That feels so good.”

He pulled back, his hands clutching at her hips, and then he drove into her again. Then again, and again, until he was slamming into her with every quick, deep thrust. There was no control in his stroke, no leashed energy. He poured everything he had into each thrust into her body, and the intensity of the f**king made her toes curl.