“Once I get you naked, baby,” he said, closing in on me, “I don’t intend to let you get dressed for a while. We need a nice big tub and a place where I can cuddle you. Not just a bed.”

Oh. OK.

Grant started to lower his mouth to mine, then stopped. Suddenly, I was in the air. “We need a bed. Now,” he said, pressing a kiss to my lips as he walked us toward the bedroom. He laid me down, then stood back up and stared at me. The hunger and desire were there, but the love . . . it was burning even stronger. “I’m sorry,” he said, without moving to take off my clothes or his own, even though I really wanted one of us to be getting naked.

“About what?” I asked, confused.

He ran a finger down the side of my face in a gentle caress. “For hurting you. For letting you leave me. For being a son of a bitch,” he whispered as he continued to gaze down at me.

I leaned up on my elbows. “You’re forgiven. Now, would you get naked?” I said with a smile. He starting laughing as he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, gifting me with the view of his spectacular chest. Oh, yes. That was what I wanted.

“You’re a little impatient, aren’t you, sweet girl?” he said in a sexy drawl. He unsnapped his jeans and left them open before bending down to press a kiss to my lips. “I’ve never seen you so needy,” he said as he nibbled on my bottom lip and took small, little licks, sending me into a frenzy.

“I told you I missed you,” I reminded him, feeling a little self-conscious for being so demanding.

“Yeah, you did. I thought you missed my handsome face. Didn’t know you missed the pleasure,” he said in a teasing tone as his hands found the button on my jeans.

I watched his defined muscles move and flex deliciously as he tugged my jeans down and then crawled over me like a hungry lion. He stopped at my stomach and pressed a kiss just below my navel, then traveled up as he moved my T-shirt up. I lifted my arms so he could slip my shirt off. His hands made quick work of my bra, and he threw it to the floor. The sight of his large, tanned hands cupping my now-swollen br**sts made me tremble.

“They’re bigger,” he said, holding them as if they were something precious.

“Happens during pregnancy,” I explained, but I was barely able to speak above a whisper. He lowered his mouth, and his tongue darted out to lick at one of my very attentive ni**les. Just the sight of him had them standing at attention. I was now so excited they tingled.

“Oh!” I gasped, twisting my hands in the covers underneath me. Grant’s eyes shot up to me, and he watched me closely as he pulled my overly eager nipple into his mouth. “Ahhhh!” I cried out. There was no use trying not to make noises. I couldn’t control myself.

Grant let it pop from his mouth as he ran his lips over the tip and pressed a trail of kisses to the other one, giving it the same amount of attention, as I made desperate, panting pleas.

When he started to pull away, my hands left their firm grip on the sheets to grab his hair instead and hold him there. I was so close to a release with just his mouth alone. I didn’t want him leaving me now.

“Let me go lower, baby. I want to taste some more,” he said in a husky whisper as he stared up at me, brushing his lips over my sensitive buds. I eased my firm hold on his ear, and he grinned before kissing back down my body. He didn’t have to open my legs—I was shamelessly opening them for him. I knew where he was headed, and I wanted him there. More than anything else in the world at this moment, I wanted Grant Carter’s head between my legs.

Grant

If Harlow cried out and made that whimpering, begging sound one more time, I was going to lose my shit. I swear to God, I had never been this worked up in my life. Every time I touched her, she trembled and writhed beneath me like she couldn’t get enough. I felt like I had some magical touch, and it was a f**king heady feeling.

With every swipe of my tongue, she cried out my name, and her hands were back in my hair as if she had to hold on to me to keep from falling. I loved it. I loved this power and knowing she was receiving pleasure at my hands. With my mouth. Fuck, this was mind-blowing.

“Please, inside me, please,” she said in a desperate pant, and I didn’t let my fears or any other thought stop me. I stood up and got rid of my jeans in one move, then slid back over her. She opened her legs to me so willingly and grabbed my arms with her hands as her body arched into me. I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet, and she was moaning. Holy f**k.

“Baby, you keep doing that, and I won’t last very long. This will be over way too soon,” I told her as I slid slowly into her. My eyes rolled back, and this time, the moan of pleasure was mine. She felt tighter and almost swollen inside. There was nothing in my life that had ever felt this good. Not even the first time I’d been inside her. This . . . this was it. The moment that changed your world. The moment that didn’t just show you heaven but walked you right inside it.

“Grant!” she screamed as she wrapped her legs around me. Her silky heat began to squeeze me hard. She clawed at my back and chanted my name. That was all it took for me to follow her. Throwing back my head, I cried out her name and filled her. Marked her.

Made sure she would never doubt that she was mine.

“Can we do it again?” Harlow asked after we both caught our breath.

Chuckling, I rolled over and pulled her over on top of me. “Not right yet. I’d rather put you in a bath and let you soak while I get us some room service. Then I intend to give you a foot massage and hold you on that big-ass sofa out there in front of the fireplace.” She needed pampering. Hadn’t she been listening to the doctor?