So Sensitive (12 page)

Not waiting for an answer, she let her uninjured hand slide over her stomach and rib cage to her aching breasts. She squeezed one soft orb and plucked at the ring piercing the nipple. Wade’s gaze darkened, nearly black with desire.

“Fuck, you’re playing a dangerous game, Gracie.”

“I’ve been playing it safe for too long. I’m tired of safe.” While his eyes roamed pleasingly over her bare body, she slowly, deliberately trailed her fingers downward. When Gracie reached her swol en clitoris, she let out a sigh. Sliding her index finger back and forth, she teased herself to a fever pitch. “Come closer to me,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal.

Without a word, Wade stepped forward. The movement put her mouth in direct line with his jutting cock. God, the man was big. The sheer size of him had her pussy wet and throbbing. She needed him fil ing her, taking away the cold and replacing it with blazing hot passion. With the same finger she’d used to caress her clit, Gracie touched the tip of his fat cock, enthral ed when a pearl of moisture emerged. Her gaze shot to his.

“Lick it up, sweet angel.”

Yes, good idea, she thought. Angling her head, Gracie took him into her mouth. She could only manage a few inches; his cock was much bigger than that of any man she’d ever been with. She swirled her tongue around the bulbous head and tightened her lips. Wade cursed and grabbed the back of her head.

“Little tease. Suck harder,” he ordered.

Gracie kept her eyes trained on his and took another inch into her mouth.

“Gracie.”

Her name, thickly garbled, was al that emerged from his lips. His fingers burrowed into her hair as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he didn’t hold on. Loving him this way somehow seemed even more intimate than intercourse. Being able to bring such a powerful man as Wade to climax with just a lick of her tongue stimulated the very core of her femininity.

Gracie lifted her hand and cupped his sac, squeezing gently. Wade’s eyes shut, and he threw his head back on a groan. Gracie al owed her hand and tongue and lips to play for another minute before sliding her mouth off him. She gave a loving kiss to his tip, then sat back. Later he could come in her mouth. She’d swal ow every salty drop, too. For now, she needed him to be inside of her, fucking her.

Wade cupped the sides of her head in his strong hands and leaned close. “I can’t decide whether to fuck your mouth or fuck your pussy.”

Gracie smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “How about my pussy. First.”

He didn’t smile; if anything he grew even more intense, as if ready to pounce. “You’l drink my come,” he said, his gravel y voice unyielding,

“after I bury my cock in this lovely little cunt. The thought of spurting my come al over your tongue, your teeth, down your throat . . . Christ, what you do to me.”

He grasped onto her waist and moved her to the center of the bed, then placed first one knee then the other on the mattress, and crawled toward her. “You need to be tied to the headboard.”

Butterflies flitted through her stomach at the reminder of the handcuffs. She’d hoped he’d forgotten about that little detail. When he picked them up and attached one to her good wrist and snapped the other over one of the iron bars that made up the headboard, she shuddered.

“Lay your other hand above your head, out of the way. I don’t want to accidental y hurt it.”

She did as he said, but curiosity over just how bound she was had her wiggling experimental y at the handcuffs.

Wade stroked her cheek with his fingers and whispered, “You can’t loosen them, sweet angel. Only I can. Trust me?”

Trust a man? She’d never had reason to trust a man before. Not any of the few men she’d slept with; not even her own father. Wade wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known. He was good, deep down hero-type good. She knew he’d never bring her harm. She took a deep breath and nodded.

He smiled and moved on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms. “Knowing you’re wil ing to submit to me, to let me be in charge, it does things to me, Gracie. I want to love you, for hours. Just love this pretty, curvy body and take you clear to the moon. Then when you come back down to earth I want to do it al over again.”

Gracie felt his words clear to her soul. If she wasn’t careful she was going to fal . Head over heels, madly, deeply in love with Wade Harrison.

And that was the scariest thing of al .

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W
ade slipped down her body and kissed her bel y. Her body was so attuned to his touch; she came alive in an instant. As he made his way between her legs, she groaned. “What are you doing?”

“You got to taste me; now it’s my turn.”

He pushed her legs wide and stroked a finger over her labia.

Oh, hel , that felt good. “I-I thought we were going to make love.”

“Hush now. Let me play with this soft little pussy for a bit.” As he glided his tongue in between the swol en lips of her sex, Gracie gave in and let him have his way. When his mouth leisurely licked up and down between her swol en folds, Gracie lost al reason, bucking against his face.

“Oh, yes! Please, Wade,” she pleaded. He hummed against her wet clit, wrapped his arms around her hips, and clutched her bottom. She melted. She tried to wriggle free, aching to open her thighs for him, to give him better access, but he held firm.

“Be stil ,” he growled an instant before he sank his tongue deep, in and out, tongue-fucking her. He laved at her, as if starved for her flavor.

Tremors built inside her core when his talented mouth found her clitoris. He suckled the little bud, then took it between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Lightning streaked through her bloodstream, and she came total y undone. Clutching the railing, Gracie held on tight as Wade stabbed her pussy with his tongue over and over. Her climax crashed over her, wave after wave, hitting her like a wild thunderstorm. She shouted his name and tightened her thighs around his head in a desperate bid to hold on to the sensations bombarding her body for as long as possible. Only after the last little spasm abated did Wade release her legs and lift his head.

“Your cunt is the juiciest fucking fruit. I want to eat you for hours, baby.” He placed a delicate kiss to her clit, then rose above her. With both of his muscular arms caging her in, Wade whispered, “Are you on the pil ?”

It took her a moment to process his words, her body stil humming with pleasure. When she felt she could speak clearly, she answered, “Yes.

And I’m clean. I just had a checkup last month.”

“Same here. I want to go bareback. Do you mind?”

She yearned to feel him without any barriers. Just Wade, sinking deep and sending them both to the moon, as he’d promised. “I want that, very much.”

“Good girl,” he growled. “Now, wrap those sexy legs around me.”

She obeyed, her arousal already at ful peak. Without another word, Wade placed his cock at her entrance. Slowly, as if afraid of hurting her, he slipped in a mere inch. It wasn’t enough, not nearly. She pushed her hips off the bed. The little move caused another inch to fil her. “More, now. Don’t tease me, Wade.”

“Goddamn,” he bit out between clenched teeth. Without warning he impaled her in one smooth movement. Gracie shouted Wade’s name as her inner muscles stretched to accommodate the width and length of his cock.

“Like a hot little fist wrapped tight around my cock,” he murmured against the shel of her ear. “So damn perfect.”

They fit together as if God had fashioned them that way. One for the other. The notion should have sent fear through her; she didn’t want to need anyone, much less a man. With Wade, everything changed. The instant he pushed inside her body, she knew nothing would ever be the same again.

Riding on a sea of emotion, Gracie let herself go. She began moving her hips in little circles, drawing out their pleasure—aware of each stroke of skin, each time her body clutched around him. Wade’s lips found their way over her cheeks, her eyelids, like a blind man committing each piece of her to memory by the simple touch of his mouth. When one hand journeyed between their bodies and found the tiny nub of her desire, she moaned loud and long. As her need mounted, her movements became more frantic, driving him farther into her until there was no separating them. She forgot about her bruises, her stalker; al her troubles simply melted away. Nothing mattered except this moment with Wade.

“Look at me, beautiful.” As their gazes clashed, Wade took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched the bundle of nerves. She arched off the bed, coming apart, breaking into a thousand glorious shards. “Now, Gracie,” he ground out. He thrust deep, then pul ed al the way out and slammed into her once more. Hard, fast strokes that had them both sweating and moaning.

“Wade.” His name, nothing more. She wasn’t capable of more in that instant.

“Mine,” he said, his voice as dark and dangerous as the man himself. She could only hold on for the ride as Wade pushed her past pleasure, past contentment to a place she’d never known before. Raw, untamed, it was as if he were staking a claim.

Wrapping one arm beneath her bottom, Wade pul ed her in tighter, anchoring them together. In al his untamed and natural beauty, he slid his cock outward, then shoved bal s deep inside her pussy. “You burn me up, Gracie.”

Watching the dark fires in his eyes burn out of control sent her blood rushing through her veins. Gracie lifted her head and flicked his chest muscles with the tip of her tongue.

“Bite me. Show me some of that fire, pretty baby.”

Gracie licked one nipple, then swirled her tongue around it. She felt his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, his heart hammering in his chest. She closed her eyes and let instinct take over. His scent was power itself. He pushed his chest against her face, and Gracie opened her mouth and bit down.

“Shit!”

His curse came a second before he began to pound into her pussy. Gracie bit him again, tasting the intoxicating flavor that was pure Wade.

Squeezing her thighs tore another string of curses from him. She suckled his nipple and felt a sense of feminine satisfaction when Wade growled, “God, baby, I’m going to lose it if you don’t stop.”

The muscles in his neck were straining, and his sinewy arms were anchoring her to him, effectively keeping her in place, forcing her to submit. “Come in me, Wade. Now. Let me feel you fil ing me.” That was al it took. He drove into her fast and hard, pumping like a man gone mad. One last thrust, and he was there, pouring every ounce of his hot seed inside of her pussy.

Gracie let her legs fal to the bed, her chest rising and fal ing as if she’d run a marathon. Wade unlocked the handcuffs, but stayed inside her, staring down at her with fathomless eyes. Suddenly unsure of herself, Gracie looked away.

He cupped her chin and brought her gaze back to his. “You rock my world, Fiery Angel.”

Gracie smiled. Wel , okay then.

“Tel me about your parents.”

Wade felt Gracie stiffen against him. Shit, he’d known opening that can of worms would ruin the mood, but he was intensely curious about her. Gracie was so closed up, holding everything inside. It was time she learned that she could trust him with more than just her body.

“We just made love, and you want to chat about my mom and dad?”

It probably wasn’t the right time, but he couldn’t stop the curiosity. He wanted to know what had made her the independent woman she’d become. The woman he’d been lusting after like some lovesick fool. “Got a problem with that, Gracie?”

She shrugged, as if it didn’t matter one way or the other. Had Wade not been so attuned to Gracie, he would’ve missed the slight tensing of muscles. “What do you want to know?”

Ah, so she thought to make him play twenty questions. “Everything. And don’t give me an outline either. I want to know the good, the bad, and the ugly, Gracie.”

She started to get up, probably wanting distance between them now. He tightened his arm around her, keeping her cuddled up next to his body. He wasn’t about to let her go. No way in hel . “Where are you going?”

She glared at him. “Isn’t Jonas coming over soon? I thought he was going over those e-mails today.”

“He’s waiting for my text message.” She started to speak, but he stopped her with a finger to her lips. “I know you didn’t have it easy growing up. I have a fair idea why, too. But I want to hear it from you, baby. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

She frowned, and Wade thought it was adorable. “I’m not hiding anything.”

“It makes you uncomfortable, though,” he pushed. He wouldn’t al ow any barriers between them.

She sighed and relaxed against him. “It’s not a pretty picture, Wade. No white picket fences. No cookies and milk waiting for me when I got off the school bus either. My mom was never in the picture. I have no memories of her at al . My grandmother helped raise me, and she was very kind. But she was sick a lot, and she could only do so much. She died when I was ten years old. That left me alone with Dad.”

The sadness in her voice tore a hole in his heart. “And he’s an alcoholic,” Wade inserted, remembering the bel igerent ass who’d shown up at the hospital. How could such an obnoxious fool raise someone as sweet and loving as Gracie? It boggled his mind. He ached for the little girl who had no one to love her, to read stories to her at bedtime. No mother to play dress up with or look up to. He could stil remember Deanna playing with his mother’s makeup and toddling around on heels five sizes too big for her tiny six-year-old feet. What had it been like for Gracie?