Shifting Gears by Audra North Page A

warm, firm skin of his back, he tore his mouth from hers, and then his fingers were pulling at the zipper on the front of her coveralls, sliding it down all the way, until the top of it was falling off, exposing her bra and panties.
    He stopped for a moment then, staring down at her, and she could feel a blush throughout her entire body. His eyes lifted to hers.
    â€œYou’re beautiful, Annabelle.” He brought his hand to her waist, shoving the side of her coveralls away, and smoothed his palm down her body, squeezing her hip and making her arch up for more.
    More contact. More Grady.
    She sat up, the top of the coveralls falling away completely, and looped her arms around his neck, urging his head down to hers for another kiss while his hands wandered over her body, stroking her, making her writhe and squirm to get closer. Just before she started to get frustrated, he unhooked the clasp of her bra, pushing the straps down far enough so that it fell from her breasts, the cool air making her nipples pull even tighter.
    And then he pulled his lips from hers, bent … and swirled his tongue around the circle of her left areola.
    She nearly melted. His mouth was perfect. Warm and wet and it felt—oh, God, it felt so good. She let her head hang back, her breasts pushing forward, giving him access to more of her, until she was nearly whimpering with need.
    â€œGrady,” she pleaded. “Please. I can’t wait any more.”
    He stopped abruptly and brought his face up to look her in the eye, studying her in silence. After a moment, he asked, “Are you sure?”
    She nodded. “I’m sure.”
    It took a matter of seconds for him to finish undressing her. Her bra fell to the floor, the coveralls pushed off her hips along with her panties. He ripped his own shirt over his head, and she barely had time to appreciate the lines of his muscles before he was unzipping his pants and sliding everything down—
    â€œ Wow. ” She couldn’t stop herself from saying it. Grady’s cock was so big and hard that it was difficult not to feel a little intimidated by it.
    His mouth twisted in a wry smile. “Is that a good wow or a bad one?”
    â€œGood.” She said it before she could think too hard about it, then added a more confident, “Definitely good.”
    He smiled, then stepped back between her legs, bending to kiss her again as he stroked his hands over her body, rubbing her breasts, her stomach, the tops of her thighs. She could feel his erection against her leg, so hot that she found herself trying to pull him to her, inside of her, just to get more of his warmth.
    She needed him, now. But—oh, this was awkward. She wasn’t sure how to say it.
    Just say it. Be brave!
    â€œI’ve got—there’s a, um—” she wiggled her fingers toward the coveralls she’d been wearing, that were now crumpled in a pile on the floor. “In the pocket…”
    Maybe you still need to work on that bravery thing.
    But Grady didn’t make her say anything more. He leaned down and scooped up her discarded coveralls, rummaging in the side pocket for a second before pulling out a condom. He dropped the coveralls again and held up the foil packet, grinning.
    â€œWell, I’ll be damned. Annabelle Murray. Did you plan this?”
    She bit her lip and nodded.
    He let out a low growl and ripped open the packet, sliding the condom on but watching her all the while. This time, when he stepped back between her legs, he was closer. Close enough that she could feel the tip of him at her entrance. But he didn’t push inside. Not yet. Instead, he gripped her thighs, pushing them ever so slightly further apart, and paused, staring down at her.
    â€œPositive?”
    Was she?
    She nodded.
    And then he thrust.
    â€œOh my God!” The size of him, the power—it felt so good that she clenched around him in response, feeling the pleasure start to