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I give East a soft apology as I stand, and Greyson storms up the stairs.
“Just let me talk to him.” I toss down the blanket that I was curled up with.
“I’m sorry this is happening, Tills. Sooner they find who did this, the better.” He gives me a sympathetic look before grabbing his coat and leaving out the front door.
With a heavy sigh I ascended the stairs. Greyson Roy was about to be very unhappy with me.
Chapter 46
Tilly
When I make it to my room, Greyson is staring out my bedroom window. His broad back is to me, and I can see the tension coiling between his shoulder blades. I kick off my shoes, crossing the wood floor in my fuzzy socks decorated with cherries.
My arms wrap around his waist, and I place a kiss on his spine over his shirt.
Pressing my forehead to his back, I whisper. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to be away from you.” He pauses. “I’ve already wasted so much time. Been gone way too long and we finally have a fucking chance….” I feel him tense, and his hand slides up over my forearm.
“It’s not forever,” I reassure him.
He turns to face me.
“It’s just until this whole thing is sorted out and neither of us are in the spotlight.”
I take in his lightly dusted jaw and the thick black lashes that line his eyes. He’s incredibly beautiful. Perfect lips. Perfect straight nose. Perfect hands. The ones that are currently tracing the dip in my collarbone.
“I want to sleep next to you,” he murmurs as he watches the movement of his fingers. “I want to wake up next to you.” His fingers travel up my neck, then grasp at the scrunchy that’s tied in my hair.
Heat floods my entire body as our chests meet. My scrunchy is tossed to the side and both of his hands are now in my hair.
“If I’m going to have to endure the pure torture of being away from you, at least let me have a taste to hold me over.” He places a soft kiss on my lips, the pleading of more when his tongue coaxes against mine.
My nipples harden, scrapping against his chest as he lightly tugs my head back, causing my neck to be exposed.
He leans down, running his nose along my skin, then back up until he reaches my ear.
Soft nips make me shiver, and I reach out, palming his hard cock over his jeans. I stroke a few times before he lets out a low growl in my ear.
“Is that what you want?” He rasps.
“Yes.” My hands move, flicking open the button with ease.
He allows me to wrench them down his thighs, and his fist automatically wraps around his shaft.
“I want to see you, Rosie.” His breath is heavy as he strokes himself.
I discard my clothes in a matter of seconds, and again, I’m standing bare in front of the only man to ever make me feel this way. This hot. This out of breath and he hasn’t even touched me. He reaches for me, moving me to the side with his free hand before he’s laying back on the bed.
Still stoking himself he smirks. “Get that sweet ass over here and sit on my face.”
My cheeks flush and I gasp. I’ve never done that before.
“Grey…I don’t think that’s very safe.” My brows furrow.
I’ll suffocate him. Then that’s another man dead who was involved with me. I’d be incarcerated by morning.
“Why is it not safe?” He questions, still grinning at me like the cat who caught the canary.
