sexually satisfied.
Amazing—and somehow special—that he’d found that satisfaction with Grace.
Chapter Six
“A re you hungry?”
Grace bestirred herself, trying to gather her numb wits. Little ripples of unbelievable pleasure continued to pulse through her body. Places she’d never before noticed, very private places, were tingling. Her heart felt heavy and full to bursting.
Noah had made wild, passionate love to her. Her mind could hardly grasp the fact of what had just happened, what she’d done—with Noah.
Oh God, she wanted to hug this moment to her and keep it forever.
She drew a deep breath and became more aware than ever that Noah was a warm, hard weight pressing onto her back. Because he hadn’t withdrawn, he was still a part of her, still inside her body. They were connected, and for Grace it was so much more than just physical. She loved him so much, it almost hurt.
His breath, more relaxed and even now, teased her ear, and his body hair tickled her prickling flesh. It was wonderful.
And then she realized something else.
Her big backside was propped up with a pillow!
She froze, picturing how she must look, and there was a moment of real worry, of acute embarrassment. But then she shook off the worry and mentally shrugged. Really, she should have at least blushed, but it had been too incredible to regret in any way.
She could easily get used to this sex slave business.
“Gracie?” Noah leaned up and brushed her long hair to the side so he could kiss her nape. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his mouth.
She shivered in bliss. “Hmm?”
“You hungry?” He stroked his hand down her side to her waist, lingering, exploring.
Her waistline wasn’t trim and toned, but Noah didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to be luxuriating in her skin, opening his big hand wide and kneading her. Not that she was an expert, but she liked to think she could recognize disgust if she witnessed it. And Noah was far from disgusted. He sounded almost…tender.
“Grace?” He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him.
“Oh no you don’t,” Noah scolded. “No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman.” And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. “What would you like to eat?”
Grace was actually famished, but since she was overweight, she denied it. Eating in front of others always made her feel self-conscious. “I’m fine.”
His lips were still touching her skin and Grace felt his grin. He must enjoy kissing her, she reasoned, since he did it so often.
She definitely enjoyed it.
“You’re better than fine, baby.” He put a tingling love bite on her shoulder. “Hot. Sexy as hell. You’re a regular wild woman.”
“Me?” Now Grace blushed—more with pleasure than embarrassment. No one had ever accused her of being wild. As to that, no one had ever called her sexy either. “All I did was lay there.”
“And moan and gasp…and come.” Noah nibbled his way down her spine until he rested on her legs, pinning her in place with his chin touching her bottom. Then he added in a gruff voice, “I loved it.”
Grace smiled in contentment. “I loved it too. I had no idea sex could be so…”
“Explosive?” He gently bit one buttock, then kissed the small sting.
“Yes.” She wiggled again, getting more comfortable beneath him. Thoughts swirled through her mind, and she asked, “Noah?”
“Hmm?” He wedged a hand under her breast and held her while he continued to nibble on her behind.
Grace had never in her life imagined any man kissing her there. It would take a little getting used to.
She cleared her throat. “Will I get a turn to touch you?”
Noah went still a moment. “Now that I’ve come twice, yeah. I think I can muster up the control for that.” He bit her again, a soft love bite, then rolled to
Amazing—and somehow special—that he’d found that satisfaction with Grace.
Chapter Six
“A re you hungry?”
Grace bestirred herself, trying to gather her numb wits. Little ripples of unbelievable pleasure continued to pulse through her body. Places she’d never before noticed, very private places, were tingling. Her heart felt heavy and full to bursting.
Noah had made wild, passionate love to her. Her mind could hardly grasp the fact of what had just happened, what she’d done—with Noah.
Oh God, she wanted to hug this moment to her and keep it forever.
She drew a deep breath and became more aware than ever that Noah was a warm, hard weight pressing onto her back. Because he hadn’t withdrawn, he was still a part of her, still inside her body. They were connected, and for Grace it was so much more than just physical. She loved him so much, it almost hurt.
His breath, more relaxed and even now, teased her ear, and his body hair tickled her prickling flesh. It was wonderful.
And then she realized something else.
Her big backside was propped up with a pillow!
She froze, picturing how she must look, and there was a moment of real worry, of acute embarrassment. But then she shook off the worry and mentally shrugged. Really, she should have at least blushed, but it had been too incredible to regret in any way.
She could easily get used to this sex slave business.
“Gracie?” Noah leaned up and brushed her long hair to the side so he could kiss her nape. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his mouth.
She shivered in bliss. “Hmm?”
“You hungry?” He stroked his hand down her side to her waist, lingering, exploring.
Her waistline wasn’t trim and toned, but Noah didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to be luxuriating in her skin, opening his big hand wide and kneading her. Not that she was an expert, but she liked to think she could recognize disgust if she witnessed it. And Noah was far from disgusted. He sounded almost…tender.
“Grace?” He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him.
“Oh no you don’t,” Noah scolded. “No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman.” And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. “What would you like to eat?”
Grace was actually famished, but since she was overweight, she denied it. Eating in front of others always made her feel self-conscious. “I’m fine.”
His lips were still touching her skin and Grace felt his grin. He must enjoy kissing her, she reasoned, since he did it so often.
She definitely enjoyed it.
“You’re better than fine, baby.” He put a tingling love bite on her shoulder. “Hot. Sexy as hell. You’re a regular wild woman.”
“Me?” Now Grace blushed—more with pleasure than embarrassment. No one had ever accused her of being wild. As to that, no one had ever called her sexy either. “All I did was lay there.”
“And moan and gasp…and come.” Noah nibbled his way down her spine until he rested on her legs, pinning her in place with his chin touching her bottom. Then he added in a gruff voice, “I loved it.”
Grace smiled in contentment. “I loved it too. I had no idea sex could be so…”
“Explosive?” He gently bit one buttock, then kissed the small sting.
“Yes.” She wiggled again, getting more comfortable beneath him. Thoughts swirled through her mind, and she asked, “Noah?”
“Hmm?” He wedged a hand under her breast and held her while he continued to nibble on her behind.
Grace had never in her life imagined any man kissing her there. It would take a little getting used to.
She cleared her throat. “Will I get a turn to touch you?”
Noah went still a moment. “Now that I’ve come twice, yeah. I think I can muster up the control for that.” He bit her again, a soft love bite, then rolled to
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