Inhale, Exhale - By Sarah M. Ross Page 0,77

had with his thumb. It was delightfully torturous revenge, and I never wanted it to end.

My hands sought the hem of his shirt, wanting his flesh against my own. I tugged slightly, and he let go of my breast long enough to lean back and pull the shirt over his head. My eyes drank in the sight of his perfect, smooth skin the color of melted caramel mixed with warmed milk. It was beautiful, like the rest of him.

He looped his fingers around the edge of my panties, tugging at them. “Lift,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding. I obeyed without a second thought, and he slid them down my body, careful to not snag them on my injured leg.

He placed a hand on either side of my knees and pushed slightly. “Spread your legs for me.”

An erotic flush ran through me, right down to my toes. My breath came hard, knowing and anticipating what was about to happen. I let my knees fall to the side. Grant lowered himself to me, sliding his fingers over my wetness, spreading it.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his touch never relenting. His fingers continued to move over me, up and down until I squirmed uncontrollably.

“Stay still, Cupcake. Moving too much will hurt your ribs.”

I groaned, but managed to keep still. He continued to toy with me, fingers tracing over every part of the epicenter of my need. My breath had quickened and I was almost panting now. My muscles coiled tightly from his touch, almost painfully.

He leaned forward, his warm breath against my skin.

“Please,” I whispered. “Grant, I need you.”

He granted my plea, dipping his head as his tongue darted out, licking me. I cried out, thankful for the touch but anxious for more. The flat of his tongue moved over and around in teasing little flicks. I arched my hips, but he laid a hand over them, pushing them back into the bed.

“Still.”

I whimpered, the need to move almost overwhelming. His tongue continued its sweet torment, but then a finger slid inside of me. I cried out, but managed to stay still. My legs shook, so close to the edge. The finger slid out, and he added a second as he pumped them in and out. Every nerve in my body was on edge, anxious for the next touch that would come.

His mouth covered my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I forgot to breathe. His fingers quickened their pace, plunging in and out, making my insides clench until my body exploded with sensation. I convulsed around him, unable to control myself. My chest heaved as I sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a scream that echoed off the walls.

When the last shudder escaped my body, Grant removed his hand, laying a single kiss on top of that tiny bundle of nerves. I lay exhausted, trying to catch and slow my breath. My body ached deliciously from the uncontrollable movements of my orgasm, but I wouldn’t take it back. It was worth the pain. He repositioned his body so I could lay against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and I sighed.

“Best. Memory. Ever.”

Grant chuckled. “I’m glad, Cupcake.” He pulled the blanket up, covering me. “Rest now. I’m not going anywhere.”

I did exactly that, my body so delightfully wrung out that I drifted off, listening to the sound of Grant’s heartbeat in my ear.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Jillian swept her hair off her neck and held it up, turning around so her back was to me. I kissed the slope of her neck before fastening the necklace she’d handed me to place on her. “You ready for today? If it’s too much, I can tell the district attorney you’re not up to it. There’s enough evidence without your testimony.”

Jillian picked up silver dangle earrings and put them in. “No, I’m ready for this. I need to face him and let him know he didn’t break me. And having a part in locking him away will give me some closure. My therapist said it could really help, and I agree. I need to put this behind me so we can move forward.”

“Christian will be there too, you know. You okay with that?”

She leaned into my chest and grabbed hold of my arms, wrapping them around her. “He is my past. And you are my present and future.” She laid her head back against my chest. “After he wrote me that long letter from rehab, I forgave him. I can’t say