of that.”
“Christina.” Grant caught her hands, just as he’d caught Karen’s. “What are you doing sneaking into my place?”
Christina didn’t answer. She jerked free and ran her fingers down the arrow of hair on his abdomen. “Ooo, where does this go?”
“Quit that.” Grant’s body started to shake with laughter.
Christina slid her hands to his nipples, dark against his bronze-colored skin. “And what are these? Do you like that? Oh, I love me a man with chest hair.”
“Christina … damn it.” Grant grabbed her hands again. “Stop!”
“Oh, you do like it.” Christina kept her fingers over the tips of his nipples. She was mad and reckless, loving being next to him, and she didn’t care.
“Sweetheart …”
“I just want to eat you up.” Christina leaned close, flicking his nipple with her tongue.
“Baby …”
His word died into a groan as Christina wrapped her lips around the hard point and started to suck.
Grant had always liked her playing with his chest, though he never admitted it out loud. The thought of Karen touching him there, maybe triggering his excitement, pissed Christina off.
Only she got to do that. Christina pressed her palm over his zipper and had a flush of satisfaction to find him rising to her hand.
“Now, come on,” Grant said, but his voice had gone soft.
Christina popped his belt buckle then opened his jeans. Any fight in him died into breathless silence as she undid the zipper and pushed the jeans and underwear down his hips.
Grant’s cock spilled out, thick and hard, caught in Christina’s hand. The familiar weight and girth of it brought the five years of her life she’d tried to push away slamming back into her, as though their time apart hadn’t existed.
This place, this bedroom, including the bed they’d slept in together, contained so much of him. The onslaught of memories, the scent of him, tangled her in bonds that wouldn’t let go.
Christina found herself sliding down his body to land on her knees on the soft rug. His jeans sagged, baring his thighs tight with muscle, not an ounce of fat—hard from riding, supple from all the running and acrobatics he did. Between those legs hung a part of him Christina had missed seeing. Grant’s cock had dark hair at its base, the rest of it smooth and taut.
Grant curled his fists at his sides as Christina plied him with her tongue, more memories flooding back when she tasted the spice of his skin.
Memories must have come at him too, because he tangled his fingers in her hair, just as he’d done whenever she’d gone down on him in their bedroom … or living room, kitchen, pickup truck, the dense shadows of the rodeo grounds parking lot. “Christina,” he said in his low, dark voice.
No more fighting, no more protesting. They were Christina and Grant once again.
Christina slid her mouth over his cock, drawing it all the way inside her.
Grant’s hand tightened in her hair. He whispered, “Damn,” but didn’t stop her. His hips moved, rocking in time to what she did with her mouth.
She licked and suckled, rubbed her tongue on him, nibbled his tip. Grant smoothed her hair, cupped her head, leaned back against the door frame to let her reach all she wanted.
Christina looked up Grant’s long, tall body, his shirt hanging open, to the brush of dark whiskers on his face, his closed eyes, his dark hair streaked by sunshine.
I love him so much.
The words scared her. Christina focused again on what she was doing, pulling harder with her mouth. She planted her hands on his thighs, steadying herself and enjoying his body.
She could tell when he was about to come. He let go of her to ball his fists. His hips rocked faster, and choked groans came from his throat.
Just before Christina thought she’d feel the heat of his seed in her mouth, he put his hands under her arms and jerked her to his feet.
Not to stop her. Grant’s eyes were burning blue, his grip closing around her and not letting go.
“No,” he said, voice rasping. “Not when you’re with someone else.”
Christina wet her lips. “I broke up with Ray. For good.”
It took a second for that news to register in his brain. Then Grant’s eyes went flat. He hauled Christina the few steps to the bed, kicked off his jeans, and nearly ripped her shorts off.
His open shirt brushed her as Grant came over her. His eyes held so much anger, and yet so much need.
Christina was pushed back into the