Hard Lovin' by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

now she didn’t want to think about anything beyond the two weeks here. At some point she had to decide what to do with the rest of her life, but right now she wanted to pretend no one existed except for her and Grady.
    “At least until I can’t stand your singing anymore,” she teased. She was busy taking the tags off the clothing, as excited as if the things had come from a designer shop.
    Grady toed off his boots and lay down on the bed, propping pillows behind his back. “While you do that I think I’ll turn on the television while you put your stuff away. See what’s happening in the world.”
    He picked up the remote and Erin’s stomach clenched. Cold washed over her. She didn’t know how long she could keep him away from the news but she’d do it as long as she could.
    “I can put this stuff away later.” She dumped everything onto the big chair and climbed onto the bed next to him, taking the remote from his hand and tossing it aside.
    “I can think of a better way to pass the time than watching television.”
    “You can?” Grady looked at her, heat simmering in his eyes.
    “Uh-huh.”
    Erin stroked her fingers over his face, feeling the rough, dark stubble just beginning to push through the skin. Again she marveled at how, after the nightmare she’d lived for so long she was able to trust this man so quickly and so completely. Respond to him the way she did. Even now, although she’d started this for a different reason, she felt the pulse in her cunt throb with need and her breasts ache.
    “I think I can get into that.” His low voice dripped over her like warm molasses.
    He shifted to roll her onto her back and bent his head to take her mouth. His lips were warm and firm, his breath soft as it breathed into her open mouth, his tongue a brush of flame as it darted inside and licked and touched and danced everywhere.
    Erin threaded her fingers through his hair and clasped his head, holding him to her as if she’d never let him go. God, how she loved the taste of him. Hot and sweet and thoroughly intoxicating. Certainly different from T.J.’s kisses which were…nice. Or Cal’s, which were…demeaning. She was sure she could spend the rest of her life kissing Grady Sinclair. Along with other things.
    When he broke the kiss she made a small murmur of dissatisfaction but he moved his mouth across her cheek to that wonderful spot behind her ear and then down her jawline, nipping and licking and kissing. His hand stroked the hair back from her face and traced the line of her neck before lowering to cup her breasts. The rasp of his thumb over her nipple sent shards of lightning straight to her pussy and spread fingers of heat through her blood.
    “Too many clothes,” he whispered, pushing up her tee shirt and opening the front clasp of her bra.
    The feel of his warm hand on her bare skin made her pulse leap and her blood race and ramped up the throbbing deep inside her. She squeezed her thighs together against the fluttering of the walls of her cunt. When his mouth closed over one stiff nipple she arched up to him, wanting him to take it all. Everything.
    Grady spent a long time teasing her nipple and her breast, pulling with his mouth, grazing lightly with his teeth, squeezing gently with his fingers, as if it were his life’s work. When she wriggled against him he laughed softly, his lips on her skin and moved to her other breast, her other nipple. As if from a distance Erin heard little sounds of pleasure and realized they were coming from her. She pulled up his tee shirt and raked her nails over the hot skin of his back, pressing toward him as if she couldn’t get close enough. With a tiny portion of her brain she wondered how it was that with one touch this man could explode all the passion she hadn’t even realized had been bubbling inside her.
    Then thinking became an impossibility. Lean fingers unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper and his hand insinuated itself between the silk of