Firelight played on the pale hue of her skin and emphasized the two firm mounds clad in ice-blue satin. His fingers traced the edge of her bra cup all the way down to the front-opening claspnestled in her cleavage.

Christ…he loved a front-opening clasp.

Grady’s gaze locked with hers, his breathing ragged as he twisted and the bra sprang open. She gasped, arching her back a little, and Grady’s gaze dropped to the spill of her magnificent breasts, her nipples tipped rose gold in the firelight. He sucked in a breath, his hands automatically reaching for all their ripe fullness.

She shuddered as his hands closed over her, and Grady could no more have stopped himself from leaning in to suck her nipples than he could stop the world turning. Her moan and the desperate clutch of her hand at his shoulder as his mouth closed over a taut peak stoked the fire blazing out of control in his loins.

“Grady,” she said on a pant, her back arching more as his tongue flicked back and forth over the hard tip. But he wanted to hear her yell it. Hell, he wanted to hear her scream it as she scratched up his back.

It wasn’t like anybody was going to hear her over the racket of the blizzard.

He switched to the other nipple, and she moaned again, louder this time, her back bowing at the pleasure. He sucked it hard, reveling in the rasp of it against his tongue.

“Grady,” she said again, her hands grabbing at his shirt, dragging it up his back and pulling it over his head, breaking his lip-lock on her breast. He straightened to rid himself of the shirt, looking down at her, looking at the flames dancing patterns on her belly and the hard, wet peaks of her nipples, the red marks just below her breasts where his whiskers had rubbed and the soft flare of her hips. Her hair was loose around her head and her mouth was full and red.

She looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even started yet.

Easing her ass to the ground, he stripped off her pajama pants and her ice-blue panties until she was lying in nothing but her birthday suit and the firelight. And holy fuck, his balls ached and his loins ached and his eyeballs ached at the sight of her before him like some pagan sacrifice to the gods.

Hell, his heart was hammering so hard, his chest ached.

“Your turn,” she said, tipping her chin at his jeans.