Free Grace (The Family Simon Book 5) by Juliana Stone Page B

about this woman that made him think of the past? A past he’d been running from for years?
    “When did you…” She bit her lip and hesitated. “Come…here?”
    “Late.”
    Her eyes fell from his mouth, down to his chest, and paused near his navel, where the covers rode dangerously low.
    She moved her knee slightly but paused. And he held his breath because she was getting a little too close to things that were going to take on a life of their own if he didn’t get his shit under control. Her eyes widened and shot back up to his.
    There it was. That cute blush of pink in her cheeks he could stare at for longer than he cared to admit.
    “I’m naked.”
    She recovered, that gorgeous chin of hers jutting out a bit. “I see that.”
    Feeling lighter than he had in ages—and that was something considering all the Jack he’d ingested the night before—Matt inched closer to her and smiled. “We have a bit of a problem.”
    “Oh?” Her tongue darted out, and her breaths quickened.
    “You’re not.”
    He watched her tongue sweep across her bottom lip. Felt the warmth of her breaths as they fell across his cheek, and when her eyes caught at his again—when the deep blue of them made him feel as if he were drowning—he realized he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one.
    It was more than sex. Damn, but he wasn’t expecting that.
    “Are you okay?” Grace asked, hesitantly.
    Was he?
    Filled with the urge to act and not speak anymore, Matt sank his hands into all that shiny hair. He pressed his mouth over hers and moved her back onto the pillows. He pulled his body on top of hers and kissed her like no tomorrow. He kissed her until his head spun and he was out of breath. Until she whimpered beneath him, making little sounds that were enough to drive any man insane.
    And for the record, Matt Hawkins was already halfway there.
    “I need to feel you,” he whispered feverishly, pulling back and reaching for her top. She didn’t say a word. She just watched him with those big eyes of hers. When he pulled her top over her head and threw it to the floor, she already had the clasp at the front of her bra undone.
    The flimsy piece of lace followed her top over the side of her bed. She bucked her hips slightly, and Matt sat back on his knees, uncaring that his erection was front and center. He ripped off her panties…and then she was laid bare to him.
    The woman took his breath away. She really was perfect.
    Slowly he lowered himself overtop of Grace, using his forearms to hold his body an inch or two away. He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, licking and suckling on the skin there as he made his way along her jawline, until he was able to claim her mouth in another scorching kiss.
    “I want you,” he said into her ear.
    Her answer was a whimper and he smiled, moving his attention to her breasts. They were full, the dusky nipples pebbled, and she clawed at him when he circled the tips with his tongue. When he opened his mouth wide and suckled at her, she dug her nails in.
    That was good. He liked a little pain with his pleasure.
    He kissed and licked and suckled until she writhed beneath him, her legs around his hips, the very heat of her sliding against his cock.
    “Hold on,” he said, moving lower. His breaths were ragged, his body about to explode, and yet he wanted to do more. To give more.
    It was something he gave no thought to, but it sure as hell was something out of the ordinary for Matt. Sure he was about pleasing a woman, but he’d always been more about pleasing himself.
    He kissed her stomach, his tongue swirling around her belly button. With both hands on her hips, holding her steady, he kissed his way down to her inner thigh, and paused, smiling up at her when she hissed and clutched at him.
    “You smell amazing,” he rasped.
    If it were possible, her cheeks went even darker, and he had to slide his hands down to her knees in order to keep her open to him.
    “Don’t ever do