Grace (The Family Simon #5)- Juliana Stone Page 0,3

the tangle of hair at her neck.

“I…” She began, but then paused, her tongue darting out nervously.

“You know where this is headed right?”

She nodded, those big eyes of hers luminous.

“I want you naked.” Her eyes widened slightly at his words but she didn’t move, and she sure as hell didn’t make a sound.

“I want to fuck you from behind and watch you in a mirror while I’m doing it.” The words were rough and he knew it.

That pink tongue licked along the edge of her bottom lip and she cleared her throat as she took a step back. Her breaths fell rapidly, letting off small puffs of warm air.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” He’d always had a taste for dirty, he just wasn’t so sure she was the kind of girl who’d appreciate it.

“You want a lot,” she replied softly.

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“So do I,” she said slowly, as if measuring her words. “I want a lot too.” Something about the tilt of her chin, the look in her eyes got to him.

“Maybe you should think about this, Gracie.”

“I already have.”

Hot blood rushed to his ears, accompanied by a wave of longing and need. It was as strong as it had been two years ago when he’d first laid eyes on her.

“I’m not a nice man. In fact, if you talked to most of the women I’ve been with, they’d tell you I was a selfish bastard.” He should have been surprised by his own admission, but then how could he be surprised by the truth? “I’m not looking for anything other than tonight.”

This was it. Her chance to turn him away. He was almost hoping she would.

“I get that.” She turned toward the garage and took a few steps before pausing.

Don’t do it. The thought came from somewhere deep inside him. It was a small slice of decency that somehow managed to thrive in spite of what he was. Matt hesitated. And then her voice drifted back to him.

“You coming?”

A heartbeat passed.

Matt followed Grace past the large house, and up a side entrance that led to a loft apartment over the four car garage. She flipped the switch and adjusted the lighting so that it was muted, barely making a dent in the dark shadows that inhabited the place.

Walking across the large open space, she leaned her hip against the shiny granite island, her chest still heaving, her lips still moist, as she gazed across the room at him. She was nervous—he saw that.

The air was thick and he was hot as hell. Matt reached for the lights. He turned the dimmer until the shadows disappeared.

“What are you…”

He smiled wickedly and her words dried up as he strode across the room until he was standing so close to Grace, her subtle scent washed over him.

“I want to see you.” Matt’s nostrils flared and he was already hard when he reached for her and slowly turned her around. He inched closer, sweeping long strands of hair from the back of her neck, and blowing hot air over the exposed skin. She shivered and he grinned wickedly, nuzzling her. “I want to see all of you.”

She braced herself against the granite but that wouldn’t do. Matt pulled her up a bit, smiling when her arms fell to her sides, and he tugged on the zipper that ran the length of her back. Slowy he pulled it down, eyes on the soft, creamy skin.

With another tug he had the dress around her hips and then one more pull had it falling around her ankles.

“Guess pink is my new favorite color,” he murmured appreciatively. He couldn’t resist and grabbed her ass—most of which was not covered by her silky underwear—and he pulled her back against his erection.

“Nice” he murmured. Her butt fit against him perfectly.

His hands slowly made their way up her body, fingers trailing here, massaging there, until he cupped her breasts. Still wrapped in that little bit of pink, he slipped his forefinger inside each of them and traced her pebbled nipples.

“You like that?”

A moan was the answer to his question, and he smiled wickedly, dropping his mouth to the back of her neck. He nipped her there, and undid her bra, turning her around so that she faced him and he could put his mouth on her breasts. His tongue. His teeth.

He tortured her for several long moments, loving how she gyrated against him and when he made his way back up to her mouth, she kissed