Page 107 of Gravity

“Am I that transparent?”

He smiles. “No, baby. I just know you well, that’s all. I know what you’re thinking.”

To put it to the test, I think about him naked and all the naughty things I want to do to him. “What am I thinking now?” I grin.

He studies me for a moment before a wicked grin spreads across his lips. “A smile like that can only suggest your thoughts have just got filthy.”

“Wow, you do know me well.”

“Told you.”

I circle my arm around his waist, my hand trailing down toward his ass for a little squeeze. The glow of the large tank illuminates his eyes that I forever drown in, but as I reach his ass, my hands are greeted with something hard in his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

“That is my next surprise.” Taking my champagne glass from me, he puts both glasses down on the bench. With a cheeky grin, he takes out what is in his pocket and presents a small black box. “So, I got you a little something. As soon as I saw it, I didn’t think twice.”

Placing the velvet box in my hand, I open the lid, and my breath is stolen. Lying on the black cushion is a long, elegant silver chain with an anchor on one end and a turtle at the other. When connected, the end that holds the turtle loops through the shank of the anchor. It’s breath-taking, and as I run my fingers over it, I have no control over my emotions because I already know the meaning behind it.

“Grayson… It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted to get something that made you feel close to your dad at all times but captured your love for the ocean, too. The anchor and the turtle together screamed your name as soon as I saw it. It was too perfect to not purchase.”

“Thank you.”I look up at him, and a soft smile tugs his lips. Reaching out, he catches the tear that escapes.

“Shall I put it on for you?”

I nod, taking it out of the box and handing it to him before turning. Once it's placed on, the anchor sits perfectly in the dip of my neck while the long chain of the turtle falls between my breasts. As Grayson turns to face me, I run my fingers along it once more.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

“I love it.”

“And I love you.”

“You’re too good to me, Grayson.”

“My sweet girl. This is only the beginning.” He pulls me toward him. “Now, let’s dance under the sea of pretty fish, kiss like we mean it, and make tonight one to remember.”

I smile and whisper. “Sounds perfect.”

* * *

“Fuck, Nora,” he breathes against my lips as I’m pushed back against his bedroom door. Our hands are everywhere. Our mouths exploring.

The sexual tension between us in the Aquarium had grown thicker the longer we’d stayed there. We’d danced, we’d talked, then we’d danced some more before kissing like it would be our last chance. His hands had roamed, my body craved him, and before long our endless kisses turned into something so sultry that we knew it was time to leave. The ride home had been just as intense.

The second we’d pulled up in his drive, he’d practically dragged me out of the truck, lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist, and crushed his lips to mine. The front door was kicked closed and my tank top stripped from my body as he climbed the stairs.

“You drive me fucking insane with need.” He nips at the skin of my neck as my hands desperately trying to remove his T-shirt. I want his skin on mine.

As I lift the material over his head, my lips press to his shoulder before I drag wet kisses across his skin, rocking myself into him as his hard length presses against his zipper. He pulls on my hair for my head to tilt back, his eyes hot and needy before his mouth is on mine again and his tongue darts between my lips like a weapon. His kiss is deep. His kiss is all-consuming, and every nerve ending in my body awakens with his tantalizing touch. I swear if he kissed me this way alone, he’d still make me come. Each kiss has the power to elicit a different sensation in my heart and soul, and it’s a drug I’ll never tire of. I’m wet, hungry, and craving for more.

“God, Gray,” I whimper, the ache between my thighs driving me wild. He grinds against me, teasing my sweet spot with his jeans. His mouth covers my nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking and teasing causing fireworks to set off in my lower stomach. I whimper, this time deeper, as I push on his shoulders, needing to gain a little control between us but at the same time, loving the sensations throughout my body.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

“That’s the whole point in this game, little lady.”