Second Chance (18 page)

The combination of sucking and
massaging, of mouth and finger, shattered her.  Agonising pleasure crashed
down, smashed her to pieces, fiery moisture flooding her.  Arching back on the
bed, her secrets held ruthlessly open to Grant’s erotic ministrations, the
orgasm ripped Tam apart.

The shudders were still wracking
her when Grant moved, pulling away.  The bed dipped, the sound of something
tearing, another shift as he leaned partially over her.

Her eyelashes fluttered open in
time for her to see him grab a couple of pillows and lay them beside her hip. 
He looked down at her, eyes and smile sinful, looking so wickedly pleased.

And wickedly dangerous as he
grabbed her hips, easily flipping her over onto the pillows, the positioning of
them against her mound and lower belly bending her over, arching her hips up,
opening her to him as he settled her hips, his hands easily controlling her
movements.

The strangeness of the position,
the vulnerability it placed her in, pulled some of the pleasant haze from her
mind.  Coming up on her elbows, she gasped, “Grant, what-” only to stop and
catch her breath at the feel of the blunt head of his shaft nestling between
her exposed folds.

At the same time his middle
fingers hooked into the sensitive crease of her groin, other fingers curling
strongly around her upper thighs and hips, thumbs braced against the beginning
curves of her buttocks as he angled her to his satisfaction.

Then he thrust into her.

Sparks exploded before Tam’s eyes,
the feel of the thick shaft breaching her opening, shoving forcefully through
her tight sheath, forging onwards with wicked carnal intent to lodge high,
taking her breath away.

Grant didn’t give her time to
adjust, didn’t hesitate, settling into a unyielding hip pumping, his shaft
withdrawing almost fully, head at her very entrance before tunnelling back in
again in push after insistent push.

Helpless to do more than take what
he gave, Tam could only absorb the carnal pleasure, feeling it build in her,
surge up as that thick shaft pushed relentlessly through her tight sheath in an
erotic invasion that never faltered, never stopped.

Grant shifted slightly, hit
something deep inside her that made her whimper, made her arch, her fingers
twisting in the quilt, dragging the material across the bed in helpless passion
as Grant continued to ride her, continued to nudge that decadently erotic spot
inside her.

She felt like the growing fire
would consume her, that she couldn’t take it.  Didn’t know she’d whimpered it
aloud until the sudden heat of Grant’s chest was against her back, his hips pressed
to her, one hand on the mattress beside her as he leaned over to grate in a
voice husky yet harsh with unbridled passion, “You can take it,
will
take it.  For you, for me.”

Fear that he might actually
withdraw spiked her, burned in heat.  “Don’t stop.  God, don’t stop!”

His laugh was pure sin.

Bracing his other hand on the mattress
he leaned over her, strong thighs against the backs of hers, the change of
angle pressing her down into the mattress while her hips on the pillows remained
arched up at his mercy.

Now she could feel his body moving
against hers, skin on skin as he pumped into her, his hips picking up tempo,
thrust stronger, harder.

Fire roared through her, every
thrust flaming it hotter, wilder, a fierce tempest that seared as his hips
pounded against her, driving his shaft with merciless voracity deep in her.

She felt him swell, growing thicker,
felt the tension coiling in him, the muscles in his arms each side of her
bulging, cording, snapping tight as he arched, his hips pushing down into her,
against her, up behind her.

He rode her fiercely, insatiably, ruthlessly
shoving them both towards that pinnacle of eroticism, the ardour of life,
refusing to let either of their fires bank.

Her need screamed, roaring through
her, her hips pushing back into Grant’s, up into him, seeking him, and then the
fire exploded deep inside her, sizzling through her, erupting in a splintering
of emotion, an intensity of feeling and sensations that had her screaming his
name.

Above her he shuddered, snapped
taut, hips jerking roughly against her as he pounded hard once, twice, three
times, the last coming into her so hard she shattered with his guttural cry
ringing in her ears.

The faint sound of a phone ringing
pierced the dreamy haze covering her.  Gradually she became aware of several
things.

One - a mobile was pealing
insistently.

Two - Grant was half slumped on
top of her, his hips nestled against her, his groin to her buttocks, his
softened shaft deep within her.  One forearm rested on the bed beside her
shoulder, his face nestled in the curve of her shoulder and neck, his every
breath a warm, moist puff on her skin.

Three - she still lay on her
stomach beneath him.

Grant groaned, pressed a kiss to
her nape before rolling off her.

Still a little deliciously hazy,
she glanced over her shoulder to watch him pick up his jeans from where he’d
discarded them on the floor.

The man had a great arse.

Flicking the mobile on and placing
it to his ear, Grant sat down on the bed beside her.  His other hand came to
rest on her bottom, stroking gently, middle finger trailing along the cleft
where her cheeks met, sending shivers of delight tingling through her.

Ohhh, that’s nice
.  His
hand continued to stroke soothingly up and down, middle finger teasing the
cleft almost absentmindedly as he spoke into the phone. 
Very, very nice.

Taking the phone from his ear,
Grant switched it off and turned to look down at her.  “Sorry, baby.  I have to
go.”

“What?”  She blinked.

“I’m needed at the clinic, they’re
prepping a dog hit by a car for emergency surgery.  Willis is doing it but I
need to take over the last of the consults.”  He stood, turned to present her
with a full-on view of his very impressive credentials, bent over and kissed
her lightly on the cheek.  “I’m going to get cleaned up and dressed.”

“Okay.”

His expression was grave suddenly
as he looked down at her, one brow raised quizzically.  “Is it?”

Lifting her head from the pillow,
she glanced around.  Now that they were speaking, that reality was invading the
dreaminess of sexual depletion,
she became
acutely aware of her nakedness, her position bum up on the pillows, and what
they’d just done.

Her cheeks flushed. 
Oh crap
.
Her gaze flew back to Grant’s narrowing one as she stammered, “Of - of course
it is.”

“Uh huh.”  His eyes narrowed even
more.  “You’re not planning on running, are you?”

Very possibly
.  “No.  Why
would I run?”

“I can see the panic in your
eyes.”

“No panic.”  She swallowed.

“You’re awfully good at running
and hiding, Tam.”

She lowered her eyelashes.  Okay,
she had been thinking of running, no denying it.

Grant sighed.  “I’ve never met a
woman who dodges conversations like you do.”

She couldn’t hide the guilty flush
on her cheeks.

“Yep, even you know it.”  He
flicked the tip of her nose with his finger.  “You’re a runaway.”

“Maybe I’ve had good reason,” she
muttered, slightly offended.

“So how about you tell me?”

How humiliating.  Could she? 
Besides, she was bare-arsed, upended on a pile of pillows.  “I don’t think I
can do it like this.”

His gaze ran over her, his hand
following, trailing smoothly down her spine, down into the dip at the small of
her back, and up over her generous buttocks where his hand settled heavily.

He was seeing every inch of her
abundant curves.

Biting her lip, she watched his
face worriedly, unable to help the shiver of apprehension that slid through
her.  Knowing she shouldn’t care, that she was a good person, had a lot of
blessings, had good health, no reason to be ashamed, she was nevertheless only
human.  Regardless of what commonsense told her, her figure was nowhere near
what was an acceptable in these times.  No slender nymph was she.  Now that he
was seeing her through eyes not clouded with lust, would he be so interested?

She had her answer as soon as he
looked back at her out of eyes glittering with carnal heat.  That eased her,
made her relax a little under his hand.

The man could read her mind.  Or
maybe it was her expression.  “Really?”  He leaned down closer.  “You could
really doubt me?”

“Not you.”

“Me, you never have to worry
about.  Don’t doubt yourself.”

“I don’t.”  Especially not right
then.

“I’m only going to be gone a short
time.”  He patted her lightly on the bottom, his eyes serious.  “Please, be
here when I get back.”

Courage and self esteem both
boosted, she nodded.  “Okay.”

“Thank you.”  Leaning down, he
kissed her on the cheek before pushing up to pick up his clothes and stride for
the door, giving her an excellent view of his most excellent backside.

The coolness left by his absence
made her aware of what a sight she must be present - he might like it, she
wasn’t so bold - and swiftly Tam rolled to the side of the bed and sat up,
reaching down for her clothes.

In the doorway he turned to look
at her, his expression open, relaxed, but a slight frown of worry on his brow. 
“You will be here?”

That uncertainty touched her like
nothing else could, making her smile slightly.  “I promise.”

As she donned her clothes, she noticed
a small packet torn open lying on the floor beside her shoes.  A condom
wrapper.  She almost had a panic attack at the reminder that she hadn’t even
thought of protection, only to remember the condom she spied on his softened
shaft.  At least one of them had kept their head enough to take precautions.

Gretel chose that moment to walk
around the door.  Spotting Tam, the ginger cat sat down to contemplate her
through half closed eyes.

“Surprised to find me here?” Tam
queried, still finding it a little miraculous herself.

Gretel looked back over her
shoulder to the sounds of Grant in the bathroom then back at Tam.

“I know.”  Tam grinned. 
“Unbelievable, right?”

Gretel’s front paws tread a couple
of times on the carpet before she settled both paws primly together and stared
at Tam.  It was a hard stare.

“Am I on your bed?”  Tam stood,
looked from the cat to the bed, and flushed.

Holy heck, the pillows she’d been
placed across were indented from both their weights pressing down on it.

He’d positioned her on those
pillows, right after she’d…he’d…his mouth…

Heat flushed through her, along
with a healthy dose of delighted mortification.  He’d had his mouth
down
there
, right where she’d only ever read and dreamed.  Not once had she ever
believed it would happen to her.

Talk about one to scratch off the
wish list.

At the memory of those skilful
lips driving her higher, the sensation of his tongue scraping across her
sensitive folds, she went both hot and cold at once.

If she stayed here any longer
she’d self combust.

Slipping her shoes on, she almost
ran from the bedroom, colliding with Grant in the doorway and sending Gretel
fleeing across the room to bounce on the bed.

Catching her shoulders in
steadying hands, he looked down at her in concern.  “You all right?”

“Sure.  Um…”

He raised one eyebrow.

“Ugh.”  She hung her head.  “I
don’t think I can look at you right now.  No offence.”

With a chuckle, he hugged her
gently.  “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t run.”  He kissed the top of
her head.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

“Trust me, you don’t want me
having to come and find you.”

That had her head tipping back to
study him.  Hmm, he might be smiling but his eyes were serious.  Just what
would he do if she ran?  What a titillating thought.

A dark light slid through his
eyes.  “You really don’t.”

That spiked a surprisingly kinky
curiosity.  “Or what?”

His head lowered, those firm lips
stopping a bare inch from hers, his every warm puff sending tingles through
her.  “No three counts, no naughty chair.  You guess.”

Her eyes widened.  “Really?”

His smile was slow, sinister,
hot.  “I never said a word.”

Oohh, that sounded promising. 
“What if I was to throw myself on your mercy?” she whispered.

“Your penance,” his lips lowered
enough that every word skimmed her lips, “would be that you would have to do
everything I told you to.”

“Forever?  I’m not a slave.”

“In the bedroom.”  Those lips
tickled her, sent her nerves dancing.  “On your knees.  My slave in the bedroom
for one very erotic encounter.”

That had her knees trembling.  “Oh
boy.”

A wicked twinkle lit those sinful
eyes.  “My, my.  Does the thought of that turn you on, Tam?”

Lust was kicking into overdrive. 
“Not at all.”

“You say that like you mean it.”

Oh, I don’t
.  “I do.”  The
thought of being on her knees in front of him had her heart thumping all over
the place.  Wouldn’t do for him to know that, though.

His grin was hotly amused.  “I’d
believe that except…”

“Hmmm?”  She could barely focus on
his words, not when his heat was seeping into her, his scent filling her, and
his very nearness making her want to sway into his body.

“You have your hands on my arse.”

She what…?  Realising that she did
indeed have her hands on his very fine arse, she also realised that she was
leaning into him.

“I have no idea how that
happened,” she managed faintly.

Laughing, he kissed her lightly. 
Kissed her again.  Kissed a little deeper.  And then he pushed her back
gently.  “As much as I would like nothing better than to continue this in naked
person, I have to go.”