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Humming against his lips, I dip my hands lower still, reaching the waistband of his jeans, my heart racing at the intimacy of the moment. Grayson pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with mine, and he asks the question I never expected him to ask.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Ty?"
The gentleness and concern in his voice catches me by surprise. Why does he care? I'm quite obviously offering myself to him, yet he's worried about whether or not I'm ready to have sex with him again.
"Don't do that," I protest, feeling those walls threatening to crumble around me.
"Do what?"
"Be so sweet and caring. I just want to have sex, okay? Feel beautiful again; I'm not looking for a—" I pause, not quite knowing how to finish that sentence. A what? A boyfriend? A connection? "For anything serious with you. We are clearly not right for each other, not in that way."
I half-expect him to roll his eyes and walk away or just kiss me again and enjoy the perks of my pregnancy hormones making me feel all needy and horny. Instead, he offers me an earnest smile that makes my heart skip a beat all over again.
"Heavens, I know I messed up before, Ty, but I'm going to make it up to you, even if it takes me the rest of my life."
"Don't say that!" He chuckles, and I hit his chest, frustrated and flustered. "I'm serious."
He raises his hands in mock defeat, but that grin remains on his face, and the way he looks at me is so gentle and endearing that it makes it a hundred times worse. "Alright, alright, I won't say sweet things anymore."
"That's not helping either. Quit being adorable. It—it doesn't suit you."
"So what would you like me to do?"
"Fuck me. That's all I want from you now. Fuck me and make me forget about all of this mess for a while. Can you do that? No talking, no romance, nothing but mind-blowing sex?"
For a moment, that heart-melting tenderness remains in his smile, in his ice-blue eyes. And then his grin curls further into a smirk, his attitude shifting as he moves closer, looming over me like a wolf stalking its prey.
"Oh, I can do that alright, gorgeous."
I let out a surprised gasp as he pulls me off the bed and onto his lap with one swift motion, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. In a flurry of movements, I shed my clothes. The urgency and hunger are palpable in every movement he makes. I gasp and moan as he begins touching me in a way that prompts every nerve in my body to come alive.
His fingers pinch at my nipples, knead at my breasts, travel down the curve of my stomach, exploring and rediscovering every inch of my skin. There are no more words, no more questions, only unbridled passion.
He sheds his jeans and underwear, that powerful, stiff erection brushing against my inner thigh, a promise of what's to come. I gasp out loud as he rubs his length against my soaked folds, collecting my arousal. But he doesn't plunge himself deep inside me, not yet. Instead, he continues to stimulate me, teasing me with his hands and his firmness until I'm putty in his arms.
"Please..."
"Please, what?" Grayson grunts, his voice low and husky. I let out a heavy breath, peppered with several moans that bubble to the surface as he continues to pleasure me.
"Please fuck me."
"Good girl."
Oh, that sends a shiver of arousal up and down my spine alright, and as he finally slips into me, one exquisite inch after another, I close my eyes and embrace the sensations overwhelming me. Grayson sets a steady pace, his every thrust deliberate, filling me to the brink. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as I meet his movements with a desperation that surprises even me.
It's not long before the room is filled with our grunts and moans, mixing and merging with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the air thick with our shared desire.
"Grayson!" I moan out his name like a mantra, his touch never once wavering, even as he runs his hands over my swollen breasts or growing belly.
I grow closer and closer to the edge, gasping as he leans forward and captures one of my nipples between his lips, stimulating my pleasure centers even further until I can't think straight any longer. I'm moving closer and closer to the edge now, teetering on the brink of delicious release.
"Come for me, gorgeous," he whispers, half-command, half-plea, and with one final thrust, he gets his wish. Grayson pushes me over, sending me tumbling into a wave of ecstasy that crashes over me in seemingly endless waves.
I cry out his name, my body shuddering against his as he continues to move underneath me, holding me oh so close.
And then, in the hazy aftermath of passion, I find myself wrapped in Grayson's arms, his heartbeat steady against my ear. I'm cuddled up on his chest, entwined with the man who holds a piece of my heart despite my better judgment, and it feels so good.
"Ty," he whispers, and I look up, meeting his eyes, watching as his smile grows softer still. "Will you marry me?"
