Just That Easy by Elizabeth Moore Page A

he who was twisting underneath her now. He felt the walls of her
hot, wet channel that had closed over him tighten and quiver, and the rush of
heat in his groin as his cock raced to meet her at her peak. She lifted high
off him, her back straight as a rod. Her hands flew to her breasts, pinching
her nipples and twisting them as she erupted in a string of low-pitched cries.
She bit her lip, the sight of her total abandon ground through him at the same
time as he felt that sweet, hot flood of her juice run down over him. Her inner
muscles raked at his cock, pulling him deeper. That was all it took to push him
over the edge, watching that radiant look wash over her, seeing her body
shudder with the deliverance of that sweet oblivion. He exploded into her in a
rush of heat and liquid, straining against the tight walls of that sweet, hot
pussy she’d just completely consumed him with. With the last few shivers
passing through him she leaned forward, almost crumpling against his chest, a
river of her silky hair sliding over his damp skin. He wrapped his arms around
her, soft, flushed, breathing hard. It was a long time before she moved. He
didn’t want her to. He’d stay here forever, if he could.
    When she finally slid off him, stretching those talented
legs down over his and kissing his chest softly, he rolled her gently over,
laying her on the bed next to him. He left her only as long as he needed to go
to the bathroom to find a washcloth and a towel. He cleaned himself up before
he went back to her. Leaning down over her, he watched her face as he leaned in
to kiss her. She reached out for the wet washcloth he’d brought back with him,
but he pulled it away.
    “Uh uh, I’ll do it. Sore?” It had been a busy couple of
days.
    “No. Maybe. You’re, umm…not exactly small.”
    “Sorry.”
    “You did not just say that.” She rolled her eyes and
gave a small giggle.
    He laughed. “Kind of dumb, wasn’t it?”
    He sat on the bed next to her, sliding her thighs open with
his hand he used the warm, wet cloth to gently clean her, then the towel to dry
her. He caught her eye, she was watching him, smiling lazily, her face still
had that glowing flush of a woman who’d just been taken to the highest point of
pleasure. His head swelled with the purely male smugness that he knew he was
the one who took her there.
    “You are some kind of amazing man, Grant Hadley, you know
that? You keep surprising me with these sweet, tender little offerings.” He
tensed a little at hearing the full name he’d given her roll off her lips. He
felt the muscles of his back twitch. He turned to her, kissing her to stop his
nerves.
    “Are you saying you like me?”
    “Yes, I am.”
    The words were soft and felt like warm water pouring over
his senses, except her face tightened as she said the words, dousing his hope.
    “I know, only a day. Still, I think you are allowed to like
me a little after everything we’ve done.”
    Her hand strayed to his chest, rubbing almost absentmindedly
over his skin. “It’s not that I don’t, or that I think I shouldn’t. The way
this has all happened, seems like with the way we’ve been thrashing each other
we’d be way past just ‘I like you’. It just sounded so odd.”
    “No more odd than you telling me how amazing I am because of
my being considerate of you. Something you do pretty much nonstop for me too
you know.”
    “I do?”
    “Mmm hmm. You think I didn’t notice? Anything you see that
makes me feel good, you are all over it. Not to mention feeding me, that’s a
winner for sure. Nothing wrong with doing something for someone just because
you know they will appreciate it.”
    “I don’t mind doing anything for you that I know you’ll
like. I’m just not used to accepting it from anyone else, little things that
are so personal like that.”
    “Why not?”
    Thoughtful for a moment, her eyes got a faraway look before
she spoke. “There isn’t any anyone around to do it, for one. And