Grayson laughs. “Yes, but we can discuss all of the details next week when we have more time. I really do think you have to go now.”
Turning, I see the time on his hanging clock in the living room.
Shit,I really have to go, but I’m not done here. “What changed your mind?” I watch his face, searching for any hints of doubt.
His eyes gaze at me adoringly, not for the first time, but it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to see it. “You were right about things changing two weeks ago. When I took care of you that night, it felt like the most intimate thing in the world, and yeah, it scared me, but it also felt…right.”
“I should black out more often,” I joke.
Grayson narrows his eyes. “Please don’t. And it’s not just that. I’ve been questioning myself why I wasn’t ready for months while we got to know each other, and how we’re so different yet the same in the best way possible. Watching you grow closer to Marina was only the cherry on top. You make me smile and laugh in ways I haven’t in years. You’re also extremely stubborn, intelligent, witty, and beautiful.” He sighs. “Your beauty, both inside and out, is unparalleled.”
My heart aches. This feels very much like a love confession, as close to a love confession that I’ve ever gotten. “What about what I told you the morning after you took care of me?”
Grayson slides his fingers through my hair and leans his forehead against mine. “You’re a writer, Emma. All your favorite novels are romance. Did you really think I’d be surprised?”
I laugh, feeling shocked, excited, and relaxed as I allow myself to fully unwind.
Letting out a deep breath, I throw my head back and smile. “It seems like you’ve been doing some reading, Professor.Everything you said sounds like it could be from one of my romance novels.”
Grayson hums. “I don’t need guidance from your books, baby.” He puts his lips close to my ear. “I know what I’m doing, and I know how I feel.” His lips brush a featherlight kiss on my neck. “You’re just used to boys who have absolutely no idea how to speak to a woman…to a woman like you.” Another light kiss. “Sexy, spunky, determined…”
Oh, jeez.He’s going to make me swoon if he keeps this going.
I moan at his harsher kiss and sigh, wishing it wasn’t so late because I can feel him hardening, ready for a second session. “I need to go, Grayson.”
“I know,” he says softly against the sensitive spot on my neck, and I whimper, craving him so badly, especially after his speeches. He likes me. From the sound of it, he likes me a lot and isn’t scared about what I’m looking for.
“You need to stop.” I wrap a hand through his hair, and instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer when he lightly bites my sensitive spot.
He doesn’t chuckle like usual. Instead, he asks in a deep, unfamiliar, raspy voice, “Are you sure?”
My core warms as I whisper, “No. Keep going.”
Grayson doesn’t hesitate. He drops my coat and lifts me up, taking me to his bed. He undresses me slowly, never taking his eyes off mine. The same intense look remains in his eyes, making my stomach dip and my heart warm.
As soon as I’m only in my thong, I lean up to where Grayson is kneeling from taking my clothes off, and I lower his briefs.
“Emma,” he says. Nothing else. A clear plea for me, and that’s it.
I keep my eyes on him as I slowly take him into my mouth. He shivers, and I smile at the effect I have on him. This is the first time I’ve gone down on him. We’ve never had the patience for much foreplay, and even though I should’ve been out the door by now, his face of pleasure makes it worth being late.
My tongue moves around the head of his cock as I suck him, while I cover the rest of his shaft with my hand, moving it up and down to the rhythm of my mouth.
“Fuck, Princess,” he moans. “You like my cock in that little mouth of yours, don’t you?”
I suck harder and nod.
“That’s right, keep moving that tongue around the tip. You’re making me feel so good, baby.” I press my thighs together and moan, seeking any kind of friction.
Grayson’s thumb lowers to where my mouth is, and he traces my lips. I’m not sure why I find it such a turn-on, but I let out a small, satisfied noise of my own and am about to touch myself when I’m thrown back flat onto the bed.
Grayson climbs on top of me. “As much as I love your skilled mouth around my cock, I want to be the only one touching you today. You’re finally mine, and fuck it if I’m going to let you make yourself come.”
Nodding and too turned on to say anything, I lift my hips to remove my thong. Meanwhile, his briefs disappear in a flash before we’re kissing again in a passionate embrace.
We both moan, matching each other’s volume. It seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on by becoming more emotionally intimate.
He takes his mouth off mine and rubs the tip of his cock on my clit. I shiver, making him groan. Grayson brings his free hand next to my face and gazes at me, his eyes looking greener today rather than blue. He continues to stare at me, as if wanting to say something.
