“You’re making this very difficult,” I pant.
He brings his head down, his tongue flicking over my nipple. “That’s the plan.” He sucks the bud, pulling it into his mouth as his finger slips inside me, his thumb providing the much-needed pressure on my clit.
And that’s all it takes. I come apart underneath him, and I cry out his name as release rips through me.
It takes me a couple of seconds to come back to myself, and when I do, the first thing I notice is the shit-eatinggrin on his face. The second thing I notice is his hand, slowly stroking himself. He’s got the condom in his other hand.
I take it from him, slipping it over his hard length, replacing his hand with mine. “Why are you not inside me right now?”
He stills for a second, losing the grin, and I worry he’s changed his mind, which might literally kill me at this point. “Just want to be sure you still want to do this.”
I grab his hips, guiding him to my entrance.
“Say it, Emmy.” He shifts back the tiniest bit, leaving a small space between us. And there’s something hidden in the shadows of his darkened eyes. Something like uncertainty. Like insecurity.
I swallow the sarcastic retort on the tip of my tongue and cup his cheek in my hand. “I still want to do this, Grayson. I want you.”
His eyes lighten the tiniest bit, and he leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. He pushes into me, slowly, stretching me right to the borderline of pain. Stilling once he’s fully seated inside me, he kisses me again, deeper this time, until my body relaxes around him. One of his hands finds its way back to my hair. I let mine roam everywhere, over the muscles of his shoulders and back, down to his rock-hard ass.
“You feel even better than I ever imagined,” he mutters into my ear.
And something ignites inside me, not just because his thrusts are growing stronger and deeper, but because he’s thought about this before.
Because yes, maybe I also have thought about this. Once or twice. But it doesn’t dampen the thrill of knowing he’s done the same.
“Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?” The question slips out in a whisper before I have time to think about it.
He puts just enough space between us so he can look into my eyes. He has his usual wicked glint, but I also know now that he’ll give me an honest answer. Maybe because he’s currently buried deep inside me, but whatever the reason, I’m not picky.
“I jerked off in the shower last night thinking about you.” His hand travels back to my breast, pinching my nipple before leaning down to lick it. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?”
“No.” I’m not going to lie to him, but I thrust my hips up to meet his. “But I’m sure I will after today.”
His hand slips down between our bodies, landing on the perfect spot, as if he wants to give me one more vision to add to my spank bank. “I want to make you come, Emmy.”
I roll my hips up to meet his, increasing our pace as his fingers continue to work over me. I’m close, frustratingly close, but I can tell by the way his rhythm falters that he is, too.
“Kiss me, Grayson.”
His lips crash down on mine without hesitation, and a second later my whole body tightens beneath him. I cry out another release, but his mouth never leaves mine, not until he shudders out his own release a minute later.
Our kisses turn soft and slow until we finally bothcome down. Grayson pulls out of me, immediately hopping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He hesitates in the doorway for a half second before moving to his clothes, getting dressed while I cover myself with the sheet.
Part of me—maybe a not small part of me—wants to ask him to stay, but that’s not what this was. It was a one-time offer for earth-shattering sex so we can cut the tension and focus on the work. And so even though I’m tempted to tell him to stay naked and get his ass back in bed, instead I watch as he silently pulls on his jeans and shirt.
When he’s fully clothed, he hesitates again, just for a second. Then he crosses over to me in two long strides. He leans down and kisses me once. “That was amazing.”
I nod, unable to stop myself from fisting my hand in his shirt and bringing him back to me for one more kiss. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
He lets himself out of my room, closing the door softly behind him. Judging by the light outside my window, it’s still only midafternoon, but I can’t bring myself to get out of bed. So I don’t, instead spending the rest of the day wrapped up in sheets that smell like Grayson fucking West. Emphasis on the fucking.
Chapter Eleven
For the second time in as many days, I wake up reaching out for the invisible man next to me, only to find cool sheets and empty space. This time, when visions from the day before flash in my mind, they’re real ones. Grayson licking my neck and biting my nipple. Grayson pushing into me. Grayson’s fingers threading through my hair. Grayson kissing me like I have never been kissed before.
I groan, pressing my thighs together and burying my head in the pillow.
