the bed until I lay completely flat. “I think, before we can make new memories, we need to get rid of any pain.” He kissed a bruise on my ankle. “I think I can kiss all that pain and make it go away.” He switched to the other leg, peppering kisses on my knee right above my cast. “Every.” Kiss. “Single.” Kiss. “Inch.”
My body went from warm to on fire at his touch, and my pulse quickened. “That might be the best idea you ever had.”
He continued, kissing every bruise, every scrape, and every injury I’d suffered, starting at my feet and slowly working his way up my body. With each touch of his lips to my skin, my body flooded with emotion until I was drowning in pleasure. He made low, throaty noises with each touch that only fueled my desire.
He carefully lifted my loose cotton sundress over my body, tossing it aside before he continued laying more tiny kisses over my hips and stomach. My muscles clenched at his touch and a small moan escaped my lips. His mouth was hot against my skin, moving up to my ribs. He was even more gentle as his brushed his lips against them, since it would take longer for them to heal. But I didn’t want him to be gentle. Each touch, each brush of his lips, kindled my hunger for him until it consumed me. I no longer felt any pain, just pleasure. And I wanted more.
Grant skimmed by my breasts, and I whimpered. I wanted his attentions there, but instead he continued kissing my collarbone and up the curve of my neck. By the time he reached my lips, I was ravenous for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, but he resisted. He stroked my lips with the pad of his thumb. They were rough, slightly calloused from years of rowing. The texture clashed against the softness of my full lips. I parted them and my tongue slipped out, sucking his thumb into my mouth greedily.
His pupils dilated at my action but he didn’t pull it out. I traced my tongue from base to tip before adding more suction, simulating how I would love to pleasure him. His breathing caught and he pulled his thumb from my mouth, only to bend his head toward my face and cover his lips with my own.
He smelled faintly of sweat, that heady, sexy aroma that was all man. I inhaled deeply, wanting each of my senses to be consumed by this amazing man. He kept his weight completely off me, causing the muscles of his sculpted arms to flex under the thin jersey he wore. I ran my hand up them, fingering the contours and ridges, continuing over his back, scratching my nails down as we continued to kiss. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down gently. I gasped, groaning as his hands lowered to skim the sides of my chest.
“Are you feeling any pain?” Grant whispered.
“Nuh-uh. Nothing but pleasure,” I moaned. “So, so much pleasure.”
Grant’s lips left mine, moving along my cheek to nibble at my ear. “And are you getting new, happier memories of being in this bed?”
“Oh yes…” I paused. “But I think in order to really cement them in, I might need you to take it a step further. You know, really solidify it in my mind as the most vivid memory I have from this bed.”
“Hmm, is that so? More vivid? Well, I think I can make that happen.” He moved back over to my lips and hovered above them once more. His tongue slid along the edge, causing my lips to tingle at the contact, vibrating with pleasure. Hovering over me, his hair tickled my forehead deliciously, just another sensation that added to the mounting volcano that was ready to erupt.
He bent, and turned on his side, but still continuing to support my head as he lay down in the bed next to me. His arms wrapped around me, his body pressed against mine as my back arched with licentious intent. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, pounding against me.
His arms snaked around my back and unclasped my bra, moving it out of the way. He placed the plump flesh into his hand, filling his palm as his thumb stroked over the hardened nipple that jutted out toward him. He took it into his mouth, sucking and biting the way I