The Expert’s Guide to Driving a Man Wild (Bluebonnet #3)(70)
Author: Jessica Clare

He grinned, pleased as hell that she thought of his cabin as home. He didn’t even mind that she thought his house was junky. He kept it clean, but that wasn’t what bothered her. He’d had a decorator come in and make it look like a home, so as a result, he had some useless items—like decorative spheres made out of dyed grapevine that sat in a wooden bowl on a coffee table—but none of it meant a thing to him. Brenna’s happiness was what was truly important. She could toss it all away and he didn’t care, as long as she was smiling and in his arms. “You do whatever you like to it.”

“Oh, I plan on it. Right after I do whatever I like to you.” She ran a hand down his chest. “Put me down so we can go upstairs?”

He did, setting her feet down. Before she could slide away, he kissed her again, his lips moving over hers in a gentle caress. Nothing deep or searing, just a simple, gentle affirmation of how he felt about her. And he loved the smile that blossomed across her face as a result.

“You’re trying to distract me away from sex with kissing and cuddling, aren’t you? You fiend.”

“Never,” he told her, unable to stop touching her. His hand dragged through her hair, brushing it off her neck, and he began to kiss her lightly on her jaw and neck. “We’ll still have sex. Don’t you worry.”

“Good,” she told him, sliding her hands under his shirt and running her hands along his spine. “Because I like cuddling, but I’m an even bigger fan of a deep dicking.”

She had such a filthy mouth sometimes. It shocked him, but he also liked it. “So a bit of cuddling and then a deep dicking? I can handle that.”

“Oh, I approve. You’re so good at both.”

He grinned against her neck and lightly nipped at the skin there, enjoying her shiver of response. “So I should stop with the cuddling and the foreplay?”

“Mmmm. I’m debating.” She cycled a hand in the air. “Keep going and I’ll let you know what I decide.”

His hand moved to her breast, cupping it through the fabric. No bra. He felt her nipple harden against the brush of his hand, and then he began to tease it as he kissed her neck. “How’s this?”

She made a soft sound, then spoke. “It’s . . . it’s really good.”

He licked at the smooth skin of her neck, and then pushed her shirt up, his hand sliding under the material to caress her bared breast. The curve of it was the perfect fit to his hand, and he thumbed her nipple, rolling it back and forth into stiffness. His other hand slid to her other breast, and when he began to play with both ni**les, she moaned.

“Still down for some more cuddling?” he asked.

She shivered, but her br**sts pressed against his hand. “What else did you have in mind?”

He cupped one of her br**sts and tilted it so the nipple was pointed toward him. Then he leaned in and brushed his lips over it.

Brenna cried out softly, clinging to him for support.

He tongued her breast, circling the stiff nipple and then licking it. He sucked on it for a long moment, then turned to look up at her. “More?”

“Actually,” she breathed, panting hard. “I think I’d really like my deep dicking now.”

He thumbed her nipple again, then smacked her ass. “Then let’s get upstairs.”

She shimmied up the ladder with a wiggle that drove him crazy with lust. It didn’t matter that she was wearing someone else’s cast-off jeans and one of his shirts. She was outrageously sexy to him. It was evident in her smiles, her playful tone of voice, and just the way she looked at the world. He couldn’t get enough of her. Never would.

Once they were both up the ladder, she headed straight for the bed, tearing off her clothing. He grabbed a condom from the dresser and began to get rid of his own clothes, tearing them off in his haste. He’d never learned to undress so fast as when he was with Brenna.

She finished undressing first and came over to his side, helping him take off his clothing as she leaned in for another kiss. He kissed her, letting her tug at his shirt even as he played with one of her bare ni**les, loving how distracted she got. In every other aspect, she could distract him within moments. It felt glorious to turn the tables on her. His fingers tugged at her nipple, coaxing and teasing it, and she whimpered when he leaned down to bite at the stiff tip. All her playfulness had vanished and was replaced by sheer need. “Grant,” she panted. “I need you. Need this.”

He let his half-torn shirt slide off his shoulders and shook it to the ground. Condom still in hand, he tore the package open and began to roll it on as Brenna ran her hands on his chest. When it was on, he grabbed her and dragged her to the bed. They fell in a heap together, and then Brenna’s hands were all over him, hungrily clutching at his skin. Her hand slid to his c**k and she spread her legs wide, trying to guide him into her. Grant’s hand covered hers, and he guided himself in, then slammed home.

“Ah!” Her first cry was a shriek of delight, and she wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him against her. “Yes!”

“Is this what you wanted?” he gritted between thrusts, driving into her.

“Oh God, yes. Fuck me so deep.” Her head threw back, her mouth half open with pleasure.

Grant began to thrust harder, pounding into her with as much speed and power as possible. He’d have been afraid that he was going to hurt her with the force of his thrusts, but she clung to him and kept asking for more. Harder. Stronger. So he complied, each stroke sinking deep, only to pull back and roughly pound into her again.

Brenna clung to him, crying out with each wild thrust. She hooked her legs around his waist and lifted her h*ps with each thrust, demanding more.

Grant’s control was close to shattering—it wouldn’t be a long f**k, but a short, violent one. He held off, determined to make this as good for her as he could. He wouldn’t be able to stand a long, slow, torturous f**king. They were both too worked up. Even now, Brenna was nearly insensible, softly crying out his name over and over with each thrust, her nails digging into his back so hard that she was drawing blood.

And then, he felt her pu**y spasm around him, clenching hard. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh, I’m coming. God, I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat at her wild admission. She loved him? It was the first time she’d ever admitted it. He was so startled by it that he lost his control. The orgasm he’d been fighting back rushed over him and he came with a muttered curse and collapsed on top of Brenna.