“It’s okay, beautiful. I’ve got you,” I whisper, brushing sweaty hair away from her face. “I’ve always got you.”
Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me in as close as she can get me. She’s close now. I can feel it—the way she tightens around me, the way her whole body trembles under mine.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I tell her, thrusting harder, deeper. “Fall apart for me.”
As she cries out for me again as her climax crashes over her like a wave, I follow right behind, giving myself over to her completely. My release fills her and drips from between her legs onto the couch beneath us.
We come undone together—skin to skin, breath to breath, soul to soul.
And as I hold her against me in the aftermath, one thing is crystal clear.
Maybe I finally claimed her, made my mark on her…
But this woman owns me, too, just as much as I own her.
Definitely. Completely.
Forever.
Chapter twenty-five
"Good Love" - Aly & AJ
Mia
We’re so completely tangled together on the old leather couch, I’m not even thinking about how many other people have probably had sex on it. My face rests against Grayson’s chest in the perfect position to listen to his heartbeat as he traces random shapes on my bare back. It’s the calm after the best storm of my life.
I feel him press a soft kiss to the top of my head and exhale as if he’s trying to come back down to Earth.
“That was…” I begin wistfully, not even sure if I have words to describe what I’m feeling.
“Yeah,” he says breathily, his voice low. “It was.”
I tilt my face up to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft, his lips curved into a dazed, happy, but sleepy smile.
“Do you always talk this much after sex?” I tease, and he grins wider.
“Only when I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that the woman who just wrecked me is the same one I’ve been in love with since she walked back into my life after twelve years.”
I laugh, shaking my head, still in disbelief that I really have this much of an effect on him.
“Good,” I whisper, settling back against him. “Because I don’t usually have life-changing revelations after sex, but what just happened would definitely qualify as such.”
His laughter rumbles beneath me, and I smile as it gets louder and the sound fills the room. God, I wish every room could sound like this.
We fall back into the blissful quiet rhythm again, feeling each other’s breathing and pretending the world beyond the dressing room door doesn’t exist.
“I could get used to this,” Grayson says quietly.
“Don’t jinx it—” I start to say just as the door bursts open.
“Hey, have you guys—OH, JESUS CHRIST!”
Eric’s voice.
Deafening horror.
Dramatic screaming.
