I’d never seen anything more beautiful than Grace sprawled across the bed, beaming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body was like a wonderland, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. I could’ve spent the entire night just gazing down upon her, but my cock had other plans. It was pulsating against my zipper, begging for some reprieve, and the thought of being inside her was more than either of us could take. With her watching my every move, my hand dropped to the buckle of my pants, and her eyes widened as I slowly lowered the zipper. After I pulled out a condom from my back pocket, I lowered my pants, along with my boxer briefs, down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. I tossed the condom on the bed, and with her eyes locked on mine, I took my hard shaft in my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pressure. I felt the raging pulse against my fingers as I slowly began to stroke it, groaning out a curse as I felt it continue to harden in my grip. Grace watched the motion of my hand as she eased up on the bed, licking her lips like a hungry predator.

Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as she continued to watch my every move. “Tell me what you want, Grace.”

She eased over to the side of the bed as she replied, “I want you to come here.”

As soon as I reached the edge of the bed, she reached for me and replaced my hands with her own as she took hold of me. I felt the warmth of her tongue rake against me before she took me in her mouth, lowering her wet lips over my shaft. Her mouth was heaven-sent, warm and wet, and I had to fight the urge to reach for the back of her head, forcing her to take me hard and fast. Her tongue twirled around the head, teasing me as her hand reached for my balls, gently squeezing them as she took me deep once again. Overcome with the need to touch her, I leaned forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling their fullness in my palms as I ran my thumb across her nipples. Her moan vibrated against me, making me even harder as she continued to work me over. Her caresses were long and firm as she took me further into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

After just a few more strokes, I pulled back. Disappointment crossed her face as I removed my cock from her mouth. I placed my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “As much as I love having you suck my cock, I need to be inside you … now.”

Her eyes never left mine as she eased back onto the bed with her legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her. Her eyes filled with lust and desire as she watched me roll on the condom. I looked down at her and asked, “Are you ready for me, Grace?”

As I lowered myself between her legs, she answered, “I’ve never been more ready.”

A small smile of relief spread across her face as I centered myself at her entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me to her, and coiled her arms around my neck. I felt her tremble beneath me as I brushed my cock against her center. She gasped as I slid into her, and I had no doubt that she could feel every inch of my hard, thick shaft. Giving her time to adjust, I paused for several breaths, using the moment to relish the warmth of her—the wholeness I felt being inside her.

I started to move, slowly at first, as I began to ease in and out of her. Each and every move was meticulously slow and forceful, and inch by inch I drove deeper inside her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was simply stunning, and I knew I’d been right about her all along. She was the one. Like she could read my mind, her nails raked across my back as she groaned, “More.”

I ground my hips against her until I found the steady, hard pace that she’d asked for, slamming into her even more fully than I had before. She met my every thrust with an eager jolt of her hips. I began to drive deeper and harder and her head reared back as she moaned, “Yes, Seth! Don’t stop!”

“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me. She panted wildly, and I knew she was close to the edge. I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to hear the little sounds she made when she came, and watch her body grow rigid as she found her release. She was in a heated daze as I drove inside her, again and again. Her thighs clamped down around my hips when I tried to increase my pace, but it was futile. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stop the inevitable torment of her building orgasm. Her nails dug into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, and I could feel the pressure building, forcing a growl from my chest.

The muscles in her body grew taut, her chest stilled as she held her breath, and her hips arched off the mattress. “Oh, God. Seth … I’m coming!”

Seconds later, she spasmed around me, and I heard the sound of air gushing from her lungs. As her body grew limp, I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers echoed throughout the room. I could feel my own release building deep inside my gut, as my hands dropped to her hips. I lifted her and drove deep inside her, holding myself there as I finally came. After several seconds, I discarded the condom and lowered myself down on the mattress next to her, and we both lay there silently for several minutes as we tried to catch our breaths.

When she finally pulled herself out of her orgasmic haze, she rolled towards me and said, “That was incredible.”

“So, you didn’t fake it?” I teased, knowing all too well that her orgasm was real.

“Are you kidding? There’s no way I could fake that. I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Reaching for her, I pulled her over to my side, and she added, “It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

She rested her head on my shoulder as her hand roamed across my chest. I looked down at her and my chest tightened. Having her in my arms felt right, like she was meant to be there. She was my perfect match—physically and mentally. “You’re pretty incredible, too.”

She snuggled in closer and asked, “Are you going to leave your dirty socks on the floor?”

“I’m not saying that it will never happen, but I’ll do my best to make it up to you,” I teased.

“I like the sound of that. Does the same go for the toilet seat?”

“If you’re here, I’ll leave it down. And I might even empty the dishwasher now and then.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and with a playful smile on her face, she said, “Seriously? Oh, my goodness! I think you might be the one.”

“I know you’re the one for me, Grace, and whether it’s picking socks up off the floor, emptying the dishwasher, or sending you flowers just to tell you that I love you, I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how amazing you really are.”

And so it begins …

Bring the Heat with Seth’s brother, Tucker, is releasing next week. Be sure to check out the cover and blurb after the acknowledgements.

His Promise, Colton’s book, will release in January. His book will include a bonus epilogue with all three brothers.