Authors: Anne Rainey
Tempting Grace (8 page)
“Three things. Start talking.”
“I’m not that exciting, but okay. I collect snow globes. All sizes. Expensive ones, cheap ones. I just love snow globes. I enjoy old black and white movies. In fact, Bette Davis is my favorite actress. Third fact. I hate food that’s yellow. Corn, squash, bananas, I can’t stand any of them.” He laughed. “What do you have against the color yellow?” She played with the cards, shuffling in various ways. “I don’t know, it’s the strangest thing. I’ve just always hated yellow food.”
Jackson held out his hand. “Give them over, my turn to deal.” She placed the cards in his hand. Their fingers touched. Sparks jumped between them. “One more hand to break the tie,” he murmured.
She cleared her throat and took a sip of her wine. “Just don’t pout when I win.” Jackson dealt the cards. They both seemed to be on pins and needles, as if this last hand meant more to them both than merely breaking a tie. Or maybe he was just reading more into their game than what was there.
Grace threw away two cards, and he dealt her two more. He tossed down two of his own cards and took two more off the top of the deck. He watched as she showed her hand. Damn, a flush. He showed his own and growled, “Two pair. You win.”
“Come on, I get three more Jackson facts.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m a black belt in Karate. The only books I ever read are business related, though that dirty book in your apartment has me thinking I’ve been missing out on a lot.”
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“It’s not dirty, it’s romance.”
He took a sip of his wine, draining the glass. “Last thing. I watch you walk when we’re at the office.
Not a day goes by that I don’t stare at your ass.”
Grace shook her head. “I’m not sure that qualifies as a fact.” He leaned across the table and whispered, “Do you care?” Suddenly she stood and moved toward him, her steps precise. He couldn’t read her mood now. “Not really,” she stated, her voice so low he barely heard her.
Jackson stood too. His fingers stroked the baby-soft skin of her cheek. “What do you want?” Her mesmerizing gaze drifted over him, teasing him to full alert status. “Gracie?”
“This,” she whispered, before rising to her toes and pressing her lips to his. She was gentle, shy, as if unsure what to do with him. When her tongue slid over his bottom lip in a curious perusal, he gave up any pretense at control. He enfolded her in his arms, pulling her against his body, fitting her curves to him. He thrust his pelvis against her lower abs, saying without words what he would demand from her if she continued her little game. She moaned against his mouth and dug her fingers into his hair, then brought one leg up to wrap around his waist. Jackson cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor, forcing her to clutch onto him with both legs.
He pried his lips from hers and gave her one last chance to walk away. “Be sure, baby. Be damned sure this is what you want.”
Her breath came out in pants as she said, “You left me. I needed you, and you left me.”
“Never again,” he promised as he strode across the room. “I swear it.”
“I’ll knee you in the balls if you ever do that again, Jackson.” It wasn’t until he entered the bedroom, flipped on the bedside lamp and sat on the end of the bed that her words registered. “I don’t doubt it for a second,” he murmured as he tasted her lips with his tongue. He coaxed her to open for him. When she surrendered, he delved inside, addicted to her sweetness. The flavor of her…there wasn’t another woman on earth who tasted as sinfully sweet as Grace.
With her straddling him, Jackson’s cock was so hard he was afraid he’d end up with an imprint of his damned zipper, but he was loath to let her up long enough to undress. She dipped her head and licked his neck, teasing and nibbling at his overheated skin. Her lower body gyrated against his. Jesus, the woman was hot. Sexy and hot and all his. He lifted away from her and grasped her waist, standing her in front of him. Grace’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. Several locks of hair had come loose from her twist.
She looked ready to fuck. “You make me crazy, baby. But why the change of heart? Why now?”
“I decided I didn’t want to deny myself anymore. I’ve wanted you for so long, Jackson. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but I don’t feel like questioning it tonight. I just want you to touch me.” 46
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“I’m going to do more than touch you, baby. A hell of a lot more.” He smoothed his palms up her sides until he reached her breasts. He cupped them through the black silk of her dress. He let his thumbs tease the hard tips, and Grace swayed. He pulled his hands away and ordered, “Undress.” Grace didn’t speak, though her expression conveyed all he needed to know. She was nervous. Excited, but still a little afraid of his sexual appetites. “Don’t think so hard, baby.”
“I’m not.” They both knew she was lying, but he let it go and waited. She took a deep breath and moved her fingers to a hidden zipper along her right side. As she worked the straps off her shoulders, the dress fell free, landing in a black pool at her feet. His gaze went straight to her pussy. No panties. Oh, hell.
His hand lifted, cupping her neatly trimmed mound. “Mmm, I missed this little pussy. I’m going to fuck it so hard.”
“Jackson.” His name came out as a pleading whisper, and it was music to his ears.
He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to her clit. “My dick is going to feel so good sliding inside of you.” He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, his attention rapt as her breasts were bared for him.
He leaned forward, unable to help himself, and tasted one turgid peak. Grace shuddered and tunneled her fingers in his hair. He swirled his tongue around the puffy areola before sucking as much as he could into his mouth.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathed out. “Oh, God, that feels so good.” He pulled back and stared at her. “Take your hair down, Gracie,” he commanded as he rose to his feet.
He started unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks as Grace lifted her fingers to her hair. She pulled several pins free, letting them fall where they may. She shook the shiny strands out and finger combed them. In the dimly lit room, her hands now clasped together in front of her, Jackson thought she looked like a sweet angel. An innocent, untouchable being that he had no business breathing near, much less fucking. And if anyone would’ve attempted to keep him from her in that instant, he would’ve fought to the death to get to her. It didn’t much matter that he was too old for her, too hard and too experienced. She was his, and he’d willingly shed blood to keep her.
Naked finally, he closed the few inches between them and cupped her cheek, her desire and trust clearly visible in her expression. His gut clenched. “I’ve wanted you here like this for so long. I have a lot of ideas. Dirty ideas. Things you’ve never considered doing, probably, but I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Gracie.”
She slid a hand between their bodies and wrapped it around his cock. “I may not be as experienced as you, but I’m not a little girl. I want to be here. It’s my choice to be here with you.” The grasp she had on his dick seemed to prove her point rather well. “Have you ever played with bondage?”
She arched a brow. “You want to tie me to the bed?”
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“Not quite, no.” He stepped away from her, forcing her to release her hold on him. He’d been too damn close to coming. He went to his suitcase and pulled out a length of rope, holding it out for her to see.
“I want to bind your breasts. Have you ever had a man bind you, baby?” Grace’s eyes widened. “You want to do what?”
He chuckled. “Don’t look so scandalized. It doesn’t hurt, I promise. You do trust me, don’t you?” She bit her lip and covered her breasts with her palms, as if to protect them from his evilness. “I-I trust you.”
“Prove it,” he growled. “Come here.”
Grace padded softly toward him, a frown creasing her brow. “I’m not into pain, so if you hurt me I’ll make you pay for it later.”
He tugged her hands away, then let his gaze take in the sight of her. Her nipples were pebble hard, her lips swollen from his kisses. “Pleasure, my pet, only pleasure.”
“There you go with the pet thing again.”
He leaned down and kissed the spot behind her ear, enjoying the little shudders his touch evoked.
“You don’t want to be my pretty little pet, Gracie?” He licked the shell of her ear and nipped at the delicate lobe. “Are you so sure of that?”
“Please, Jackson, you’re making me crazy with this slow loving. I need you inside of me. Now, or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “First I’m going to bind you,
pet
, then I’m going to fuck you. After we’ve recovered, I’m going to show you something else I’ve been dying to do to you since the first time we met. Any objections?”
“Just one.”
Shit, he hadn’t expected that. “What?”
“Quit talking and fuck me,” she ordered.
The woman definitely had a way with words. He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” 48
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She’d let herself fall. It was that simple. She’d been so strong, resisting him, pretending to remain angry over his hasty departure in her apartment. The truth had smacked her in the face the instant she’d entered his suite. She’d known the only reason she’d let him talk her into a nightcap was because she knew where it would lead and she’d
wanted
it to lead there.
Jackson’s fingers trailed over her nipples and she nearly came standing up. He moved around her until he was at her back, then he wrapped a length of the rope around her torso, just below her breasts. Grace grabbed his hand. “I’m not sure about this.”
He cupped her breast as he held the rope in place with the other hand. “Don’t be so suspicious, baby.
You’ve known me a little over a year. I don’t hurt women.”
“But this is—”
“Different,” he inserted as he pinched her nipple. Grace arched her back, unable to contain the whimpers. “So pretty. So soft and pretty. Let yourself experience something different, Gracie. If you hate it, I’ll untie you.”
Grace still didn’t see the pleasure part of the whole binding thing, but Jackson seemed to think she’d enjoy it. Her sexual history wasn’t extensive, not by a long shot, but neither was it dull. She’d enjoyed playing in the bedroom. Still…bondage? She’d never even fantasized about having her breasts bound. Tied to the bed and being ravished by Jackson, now that was a fantasy she could sink her teeth into.
“You’re doing it again,” he whispered against her ear a second before nipping the lobe with his teeth.
She felt the little sting clear to her clit. “Sometimes sex doesn’t make sense. There’s not always a reason as to why it feels good. I know what I’m doing. I’m not a novice here.” When he slung both ends of the rope over her shoulders and they landed between her breasts, Grace clenched her hands at her sides to keep from yanking it away. Next Jackson ran both ends of the rope under her breasts, then brought them over her shoulders again. After he brought it around her once more, just above her breasts, creating a sort of crisscross harness with the rope, she started to understand why he wanted to do this with her. Her breasts were squeezed between the lengths of rope. It put them on display in a way she’d never seen. As Jackson tightened the rope, she had to clench her thighs together. Her pussy flooded with liquid warmth, and her breasts felt suddenly very swollen and sensitive. Jackson slid his thumb over one and her clit throbbed with need. “Oh, god,” she groaned.
“Is it too tight?”
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She could barely talk, she was so far gone. “No,” she breathed out.
Jackson moved around to her front. He was so big, so powerful, she felt dwarfed next to him. Small and vulnerable. She eyed his heavy erection, and her temperature spiked higher. He was huge, bigger than any man she’d ever been with. Grace licked her lips as she imagined sucking the round, purplish head into her mouth, teasing him to completion with her tongue, swallowing his hot come.
“Just look at you, baby. Your pale skin and hard, berry nipples.” He plucked one, and her legs shook.
“Are you sensitive? Do they need my mouth, pet?”
She nodded, unable to concentrate on anything besides the need to feel Jackson covering her breasts with his lips and tongue.
He took her by the hand and brought her to the bed, then instructed her to sit on the edge. He knelt between her thighs and, with their gazes locked, leaned forward and licked her nipple. Grace moaned and grasped his broad shoulders a second before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
“Jackson, oh, god, that feels…” She couldn’t put her feelings into words. There were no words to describe what Jackson was doing to her.
He hummed against her skin as he plucked at her other turgid peak. Her body arched, needing him to fill her, to take her down and slide into her aching pussy. It was crazy to want another person so much.
Later, she’d worry about what that meant, for now she couldn’t think, could barely hang on for the ride.
Suddenly Jackson pulled his lips away. She desperately wanted to beg him to come back, but he cupped her mound and stroked her slit with his middle finger, causing her to sink into oblivion a little more.
“Your pussy is so wet, I could feed on you for hours, baby. Would you like that? Do you want me to tongue-fuck you?”
Her answer was to place her hand over his and push his finger inside her a little more. She spread her thighs wider, giving him better access to her aching cunt. Jackson reached around her body with his other hand, grabbed the rope harness and tugged, squeezing her breasts tighter. He dipped his head and licked a lazy circle around her nipple. Several torturous circles, and she started to plead. “Jackson, please, suck it.” He leaned back, his eyes glittering silver pools in the dimly lit room. “Are you my pet?” She knew what he wanted. Total submission. For Jackson, nothing else would do. “I’m your lover,” she answered, unwilling to give him more power over her than he had already.
