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Grace stilled. “I won’t let it come between us.” Warm fingers wrapped around the length of his cock. “I want you, Caleb. Help me forget.”
It was the permission he needed.
He lifted her into his arms and positioned her up on the bed, his body covering hers like a protective shield. The softness of her skin was intoxicating, tearing at his tenuous control as he notched himself against her slick opening.
“Grace?” Her name was a question and a prayer all rolled into one.
“Stop talking,” she breathed, her eyes locking with his. “Just love me.”
She lifted her hips, and his cock slid home for an inch, her wet heat searing his skin with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing control.
But as he looked deep into her eyes, everything he felt for her crashed through him like a tidal wave. His restraint shattered, and he thrust deep. Her pupils dilated with the force of his body claiming hers, and she arched her hips toward him, welcoming him, asking for all that he could give. Pleasure exploded through Caleb as he seated himself deep within her.
Yes.
Her nails scored his back, urging him on as she lifted her legs, locking them against his side, binding them as one.
He knew then there could be no other.
She was so damned gorgeous, so strong. To have endured what she had, to fight against Hudson and still be standing tall—it blew him away. Grace had shown him that even after all the tragedy he had witnessed as a Coast Guard, it was possible to come through the other side. To live again. Above all, she gave him hope and with her by his side, he felt complete for the first time in years, whole in a way he’d never thought possible.
The embrace of her body sent hot sensation shooting through him, knotting at the base of his spine in warning. The tumble into oblivion was coming, his release hovering out of reach, but tantalizingly close.
But he fought against the rising wave of his own pleasure, determined to bring her with him. He wanted to witness her come undone again, to see the ecstasy etched across her beautiful face.
Pleasure was an intense tidal wave building behind a dam, the dam he had built over so many lonely years to protect his wounded heart. But with Grace in his arms, the dam was crumbling, setting him free from the prison he had worked so hard to construct.
Pressure mounted at the base of his spine as his orgasm hooked him, pulling him forward into a surge from which there would be no escape. The noise of the world fell away and there was only Grace, and the sensation of her body meeting his.
Ecstasy ripped through him. An uncontrollable tornado that spiraled outwards cleansing him from head to toe and back again, finally diminishing until he regained control.
Caleb rested against her, every muscle and nerve in his body tingling with aftershocks, as he buried his nose in the soft dampness of her hair, breathing her in. He could lie like this forever. Locked away with Grace, removed from the harsh reality of the world they faced every day.
Hope lit inside him. He had thought his heart was incapable of this, of caring for a woman so intensely, it scared him. There was nothing he would not do for her. Knowledge settled in his heart. Whatever played out between her and her ex in the future, it didn’t matter.
Grace was his, and he would risk everything to protect her.
27
Caleb opened his eyes. Something had woken him.
The bedroom was silent save for the steady rise and fall of Grace’s breathing at his side. Hours had passed since morning and golden afternoon light cast a glow across the ceiling. The promise of a fresh start at life, the chance to put his fuck ups behind him. This morning in Grace’s arms, it had all seemed possible, but in the harsh light of reality?
He swung his legs out of bed, pulled on his cargo pants and reached for his gun on the nightstand.
Grace stirred, mumbling, her arm stretching across the now empty bed. His feelings toward her? They were more complex than he thought possible. He scrubbed a hand across his face. He should be honest with himself, for both their sakes. Was this nothing more than moment in time?
He opened the bedroom door, holding his breath, his ears straining for sound.
There.
In the kitchen, the soft tread of footsteps.
His mind raced. Had Hudson’s men found them? But the house was heavily alarmed. Wyatt? He wasn’t due back for another month.
So who?
Caleb slunk down the hallway, his back to the wall, hugging the lengthening shadows. Light spilled from the kitchen.
