Free Saving Grace by Elle Wylder Page A

concern for my
heart. You can’t help who you love right? It’s not like the universe gives you
a choice.
    As if sensing my dilemma, he claims my lips before I can
think of pulling away. He is demanding, plundering, silently ordering me to
respond. The kiss is wild, tinged with a desperate desire. It is all I can do
to grab his shoulders and hang on as the world tilts. Part of my brain
registers movement and I realize he’s picked me up and is moving to the
bedroom, though his lips are still sealed to mine. He kicks the door open and
strides into the room, following me down when he lowers me to the bed. Propped
on his elbows, his torso pressing mine into the bed, he stares into my eyes.
His gaze is hot, carnal.
    “How’s your leg?” he whispers.
    Would a complete jerk ask? I try to shrug but he isn’t
giving me enough room for the action.
    “Okay. I won’t be doing any back flips any time soon,” I
joke.
    He flashes me a quick grin. Message received. No acrobatic
sex tonight.
    He catches my lips again, tugging at the bottom one with his
teeth to get me to part them. This time when he takes my mouth his tongue is a
slow firm thrust he matches with a rocking movement of his hips, an action designed
to make me beg for more. I moan against his mouth when he pinches the nipple of
one breast. He breaks the kiss and slides down my body. Pushing my shirt and
bra up, his teeth close gently over the hard tip of my breast and he sucks it
into his mouth.
    When I hold his head in place and arch more fully into his
mouth, he growls and bites me. I gasp. If I wasn’t so turned on already, it
might hurt, but instead it adds to the lust building in my body. He grabs my
hands and holds them above my head while he sits up, straddling my hips. His
face is tight, the strain of holding back evident in tight lines etched around
his eyes and mouth and my pussy gets wetter. He quickly strips us both then
resumes his place between my legs.
    “I hope you’re ready. I don’t think I can wait.”
    His cock slides into my wet heat and he groans, holding
still.
    “Damn, baby.”
    I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into the
small of his back. Forcing him deeper. Filling me so I’m not sure where he ends
and I begin. My thigh will punish me for it later, but for now it is the best
feeling in the world.
    He kisses me again, a supple teasing meeting of lips,
feather soft and heating as he starts moving inside me. His tongue and his cock
match rhythm as the pace increases. Little explosions of arousal go off through
my body, quickly building to orgasm as his cock thrusts faster and harder in my
pussy.
    It sweeps through me sooner than I expect and every muscle
in my body clenches as the pleasure takes me, Walker’s thrusts slowing to a
sedate rocking while I ride it out. I slowly came back to earth and open my
eyes to see him staring at me intently. He is still hard and firm inside me.
Lifting my hands off his shoulders, he wraps them around the iron bars of the
headboard.
    “Hang on,” he grunts.
    Once he assures my grip was firm, he picks up the pace.
Harder. Faster. Swiveling his hips in a way that drives me crazy. He finds my
clit with one hand, grips the nape of my neck with the other, and claims my
lips in a brutal possessive kiss all the while working his pelvis against mine.
His kiss swallows my cry when I come again, but he breaks the contact a moment
later with a roar in his own.
    I lie beneath him panting, fighting the swell of sudden
emotion that threatens to overwhelm me. He rolls off me and pulls me up under
his shoulder breathing hard. I move to my side to look at him. He has an arm
flung over his eyes and his lips are slightly parted. I watch as his breathing
evens, enjoying the rare opportunity to just look at him. The man is built like
a Greek god and he has the soul of a modern day outlaw. And I am in love with
him. How am I going to live without him? How can I live with him? I barely
manage to keep from