Finally, the orgasm rips through me, blinding me, leaving my head spinning as the waves crash over me. I’m wrecked in the best possible way, amazed that I’ve been undone completely by just his hands.
No one has ever done that for me before. In fact, it’s the first time I’ve ever orgasmed from a man. Suddenly, it’s like I’ve never been touched by anyone else.
Now I don’t want to be—not ever again.
He’s wrecked me with just his fucking hand.
What will it be like when he takes me completely? Something ignites in my core just thinking about it, and I let out a whimper.
Still, even after my body has been completely shattered, his mouth never leaves mine. He kisses me again and again, each time rougher and hungrier than the last—the kind of kiss that doesn’t ask for anyone’s permission.
The kind thattakes.
And I let it.
Because there’s no denying it anymore—I’m undoubtedly, completely his.
Later, still on the couch, wrapped in the lingering warmth of him, my breath finally evens out. My head rests against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek like it’s keeping time for both of us.
We haven’t said much—don’t need to. Our bodies have spoken loud enough, but neither of us move to close the space again. Not yet. Not tonight.
Grayson exhales slowly, brushing his thumb across my cheek as if he’s reminding himself I’m real.
“Let’s go to bed,” he says softly.
I look up at him, my eyes heavy, worn out in the best way.
“All I really want to do right now is bury myself in you for real,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “But I don’t want to rush this. We’ll talk more about what this all means in the morning. Tonight, I just want to be close to you.”
My breath hitches at the promise in his voice—at everything we haven’t said yet but both feel so clearly—but I nod against him.
Standing from the couch, I reach for his hand, lacing my fingers with his as I lead him to my bedroom.
We aren’t rushing.
We’re right where we need to be.
Chapter fourteen
"Don't Run" - Corbyn Besson
Grayson
I’m exhausted from the show and traveling the day before, but this morning is the first one in a while that I woke up not feeling the overwhelming anxiety of having to deal with my divorce, or my sister, or what I’m going to do about my mother.
Last night was perfect. Everything I’d imagined. Everything I’d dreamed of, and then some. She’d become completely undone in my hands, and that image had been burned into mymind permanently. Watching her come was the hottest, most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
Now, with her asleep beside me? I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than next to the woman who brings me out of my darkness.
In this moment, I know I don’t ever want to have to be without her again.
“Good morning,” Mia murmurs from beside me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I grin, brushing her hair away from her eyes.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” she says with a sleepy smile. “I really thought I was still dreaming. I can’t believe you’re really here.”
God, her smile, even the sleepy one, can really knock a guy out. This girl hasmeso undone, and she has no idea. I hate that she still thinks this isn’t real for me. I know I’ll have to do something more than just give her the best orgasm of her life to prove it to her.
