“Yes. She said she was your wife,” she sniffed, the sobs halting. “Why would she say that if she wasn’t?”
Grady snapped, the sight of Emily in tears unraveling him. He rolled Emily beneath him, trapping her so she couldn’t go anywhere. “Because she knows Jared sends women who I don’t want to hook up with me. She’s helped me out before by claiming to be my wife to get rid of a few of them who didn’t really want to take no for an answer.” He loved his sister and he appreciated that she wanted to protect him from an unpleasant scene, but he wanted to wring her neck for not checking with him first.
“So you aren’t . . . married?” Emily glanced at him for the first time, her expression vulnerable and shaken.
“She’s my sister and I love her like a sibling, but I think being married to her is illegal just about everywhere in the world,” he growled fiercely. “I’m fucking obsessed with you, or haven’t you figured that out yet? I think about you every damn moment that I’m awake, and then I dream about you when I sleep. There is nobody else. And there never will be. I think I knew it the moment I saw you sitting in the snow on my doorstep. You’re mine, angel. I need you more than I need anything else on this earth. Please don’t leave me. Ever.” His voice was vibrating with emotion, his eyes burning with a fire banked for far too long. Grady didn’t care anymore if Emily owned his emotional well-being. He’d already given it over to her, and she could do whatever she wanted with it. He was hers. And she belonged with him. “Nobody will ever love you as much as I do, or take care of you as well as I will. Stay with me, Emily. I need you.”
Grady could feel his heart skip a beat as he waited for her answer.
Say yes. Say yes and I’ll never want another Christmas gift as long as I live.
Her eyes were bright with tears as she nodded and murmured, “I love you, Grady Sinclair.”
Grady took that answer as a yes because he wanted to, and it was the sweetest affirmation he’d ever heard. Right now, it was the only thing he needed to hear. He lowered his head and kissed her.
CHAPTER 8
Emily opened to him the moment his lips met hers, needing him to forgive her for doubting, for accusing him when he was innocent. She put her apology in her kiss, giving herself up totally to Grady. He’d kept her off balance from the moment they’d met, her usual rational thinking completely out the window. It wasn’t possible to intelligently analyze the way she felt about Grady. It was as though their souls were entwined, and she was now whole since she’d met him, Grady filling a gaping crack in her soul that had always been empty.
Her once-chilled body burst into flames as Grady kissed her like a man possessed, his tongue entwining with hers, retreating, and then entering again with more force, demanding everything from her.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
His big body shuddered above her as she moaned into his embrace, her hands trying to touch him everywhere at once. Muscles rippled under her fingertips as she caressed down his back and grasped his rock-hard ass, trying desperately to urge him closer to her throbbing pussy. Pulling her mouth from his, she begged desperately, “Please, Grady. I need you.”
“Not enough,” Grady replied harshly. “But you will.”
Pinning both hands over her head, he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin at the side of her neck and nipped her earlobe before adding, “It took me thirty-one years to get a Christmas miracle, and you’re worth it. So now I want to savor it,” he told her in a graveled voice.
Helplessly, she ground her hips up, her pussy flooding as she felt his hard cock so close, but not close enough. “Savor later. Fuck now,” she moaned, desperate to have Grady inside her.
“I want to do everything with you all at once. I’ve dreamed about this, sweetheart. I’ve dreamed about having you naked in my bed for so long, I’m about to lose my mind.” He continued licking his way down her body, releasing her wrists and moving down to her breasts.
Emily gasped when he laved over one of her nipples, the sensitive peak responding to the feel of his wicked tongue. He pinched just hard enough to cause her body to jolt, the streak of electricity going straight to her pussy. And then he stroked her nipple with his tongue, sending a flood of warmth through her belly and into her core. “Fuck me, Grady. Please.” If she didn’t get him inside her, she was going to go completely mad. His body was sending off waves of heat, and they were about to consume her.
“Not yet. I need to taste you first,” he replied huskily, his breath warm on her quivering belly. “And I promised to fuck you only if you begged.”
Dear God, she was ready to grovel, ready to plead with him to have some mercy. There was only so much heat a woman could take, and she was already reaching her breaking point. “Grady . . . I can’t . . . I don’t,” she stammered, unable to form a coherent thought as his mouth stroked over her wet folds, not quite getting to where she wanted him to be, but the feel of his wicked tongue made her hips thrust forward, so damn ready for him.
“You will,” she heard him rumble, the vibrations pulsating against her pussy.
His fingers stroked down her outer thighs and came back up the sensitive skin on the inside, getting so very close. “Please.” All she could feel was Grady, and the carnal things he was doing to her body. He was touching her, tasting her, breathing in her scent, and it was hot as hell. “Stop savoring. Need you now,” she gasped, arching her back as she heard a satisfied groan as he dived in and she lost herself completely.
Grady might be a reclusive sort of guy outside of the bedroom, but there was no hesitance as he devoured her. He was completely uninhibited, tasting her with his entire mouth and tongue, feasting on her like he’d never be satiated.
“Oh . . . God . . .” Emily let go and a tortured sound escaped her lips as her ass came off the bed, offering herself up to him, needing more of Grady. She gripped the sheets of the bed, her knuckles white from the strength of her grasp.
He took her legs and pushed them up with her knees bent, opening her to him, completely exposing her to his erotic torment. His tongue lashed her throbbing clit, over and over, every pass driving her higher. No mercy. Grady was on a mission, his laser focus directed on making her come. Hard. And his complete domination of her body was making her come undone.
“You taste so sweet,” he growled as he lifted his head. “You’re almost ready to come for me.”