One Good Man
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: ONE GOOD MAN
Copyright © LACEY THORN & CINDY SPENCER PAPE, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Casey jumped out of bed, suddenly deciding that she needed the comfort of her
own clothes on instead of Grant’s shirt and her panties. She was just bending over
to pick up her stuff when she heard a deep groan from behind her. She turned and
there was Grant filling the doorway with his big frame. His gaze zeroed in on her
breasts and she blushed even as she felt her nipples harden and press against the
cotton of his shirt. Her gaze dropped to his jeans and there was no missing the
prominent bulge behind the fly of his Levis.
He started toward her and she noticed the glass of water in his hand. It was a paper
cup she seemed to recall from the bathroom, which explained why he was back so
quickly. He stopped when he was in front of her, so close that she could feel the
heat radiating from him.
“Drink,” he grunted and she grasped the cup and carried it to her mouth. She almost
dropped it when she felt his knuckles graze the tips of her breasts. She did drop it
when he pinched both nipples and pulled on them.
Casey moaned as the sensation speared her from breasts to belly and all the way
down to her dripping pussy. God she wanted him.
“Fuck,” she heard him mutter before he locked gazes with her and stated bluntly, “I
want you, Casey. I want to throw you across my bed and fuck you hard.”
Casey shivered with her own carnal need. It had been a long time and something
about Grant increased her need, her hunger. “What’s stopping you?” she tossed out
before sitting on the bed and reclining back on her elbows. Her knees draped over
the side and he spread them wide with his body when he stepped between them.
“I don’t like people wearing my stuff, Casey,” Grant stated matter-of-factly, nodding
at his shirt plastered against her chest. Since he’d already said he didn’t care, she
recognized the command as purely sexual. “Take it off.”
Casey couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her lips as she caught the hem and
pulled the shirt up and over her head. She tossed it behind her and leaned back
once more, letting him look his fill of her breasts. She could tell he liked them by
the lust that flared in his eyes.
“Now the panties,” Grant ordered.
“Are they yours too?” Casey said with a laugh that made him growl. She reached
down and eased the bikinis over her hips and down her legs, hooking them on one
foot before extending it out to Grant as an offering.
Grant took the panties and she gasped when he carried them up to his face and
inhaled deeply. It was more erotic than she would have ever imagined to see him
holding her arousal-soaked undies to his nose. She rubbed her legs together,
feeling more moisture seep from her slit to coat her thighs.
“Open your legs and show me how much you want me.” He stuffed the undies into
his front pocket then proceeded to unbutton the dark flannel shirt he was wearing.
She spread her legs wide and lay back on the bed, enjoying the view just as much
as his expression said that he was. He had a deep gray thermal shirt under the
flannel that made his eyes appear almost silver in the soft light. She brought her
hands up to her breasts and pinched lightly at her nipples, making them both groan.
He pulled the thermal up and over his chest and Casey shivered at the sight of his
naked chest covered in a light peppering of blondish brown hair that thickened in a
line from belly to the top of his jeans. She knew it was pointing the way to the
Promised Land.
“We’re still going to talk later, Casey.” Grant flicked open the top snap on his jeans.
“You’re not going to leave ’til I get some damn answers.”
“Whatever you say.” Casey was willing to agree to anything as she watched his
hand finally reach for the zipper and pull it down.
Copyright © LACEY THORN & CINDY SPENCER PAPE, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Casey jumped out of bed, suddenly deciding that she needed the comfort of her
own clothes on instead of Grant’s shirt and her panties. She was just bending over
to pick up her stuff when she heard a deep groan from behind her. She turned and
there was Grant filling the doorway with his big frame. His gaze zeroed in on her
breasts and she blushed even as she felt her nipples harden and press against the
cotton of his shirt. Her gaze dropped to his jeans and there was no missing the
prominent bulge behind the fly of his Levis.
He started toward her and she noticed the glass of water in his hand. It was a paper
cup she seemed to recall from the bathroom, which explained why he was back so
quickly. He stopped when he was in front of her, so close that she could feel the
heat radiating from him.
“Drink,” he grunted and she grasped the cup and carried it to her mouth. She almost
dropped it when she felt his knuckles graze the tips of her breasts. She did drop it
when he pinched both nipples and pulled on them.
Casey moaned as the sensation speared her from breasts to belly and all the way
down to her dripping pussy. God she wanted him.
“Fuck,” she heard him mutter before he locked gazes with her and stated bluntly, “I
want you, Casey. I want to throw you across my bed and fuck you hard.”
Casey shivered with her own carnal need. It had been a long time and something
about Grant increased her need, her hunger. “What’s stopping you?” she tossed out
before sitting on the bed and reclining back on her elbows. Her knees draped over
the side and he spread them wide with his body when he stepped between them.
“I don’t like people wearing my stuff, Casey,” Grant stated matter-of-factly, nodding
at his shirt plastered against her chest. Since he’d already said he didn’t care, she
recognized the command as purely sexual. “Take it off.”
Casey couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at her lips as she caught the hem and
pulled the shirt up and over her head. She tossed it behind her and leaned back
once more, letting him look his fill of her breasts. She could tell he liked them by
the lust that flared in his eyes.
“Now the panties,” Grant ordered.
“Are they yours too?” Casey said with a laugh that made him growl. She reached
down and eased the bikinis over her hips and down her legs, hooking them on one
foot before extending it out to Grant as an offering.
Grant took the panties and she gasped when he carried them up to his face and
inhaled deeply. It was more erotic than she would have ever imagined to see him
holding her arousal-soaked undies to his nose. She rubbed her legs together,
feeling more moisture seep from her slit to coat her thighs.
“Open your legs and show me how much you want me.” He stuffed the undies into
his front pocket then proceeded to unbutton the dark flannel shirt he was wearing.
She spread her legs wide and lay back on the bed, enjoying the view just as much
as his expression said that he was. He had a deep gray thermal shirt under the
flannel that made his eyes appear almost silver in the soft light. She brought her
hands up to her breasts and pinched lightly at her nipples, making them both groan.
He pulled the thermal up and over his chest and Casey shivered at the sight of his
naked chest covered in a light peppering of blondish brown hair that thickened in a
line from belly to the top of his jeans. She knew it was pointing the way to the
Promised Land.
“We’re still going to talk later, Casey.” Grant flicked open the top snap on his jeans.
“You’re not going to leave ’til I get some damn answers.”
“Whatever you say.” Casey was willing to agree to anything as she watched his
hand finally reach for the zipper and pull it down.