He gives me a half smile. “I needed somewhere to work in Driscoll.”
My mouth falls open. “And you don’t mind opening a place there after everything the local papers printed? And that most ofthe people on campus and locals know about us and how we met?”
Grayson shakes his head. “They don’t know how we really met, and honestly, I don’t care what they say. I only care what you think.”
He’s going to stay there. He’s going to open a place there to stay near me.
“What about after I graduate?”
“You really don’t seem to understand the concept of my vow.” He spins me around and softly pulls me back in, making me grin. “Wherever you go, I go. I’ll always be right behind you, no matter how far. I’m not leaving—I never did. Not in the way you thought I might’ve.” He twirls a finger around one of my small curls from the perm I got a few days ago. It’s always been straight or wavy in layers, but never like this, and he seems to love it. “You’re so effortlessly beautiful, my love.”
My body shivers again at the new pet name I’ve earned, and I fist his shirt. “Call me that again.”
His eyes flash with heat as he slowly leans into my ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot on my jaw. “I missed you, my love.” I gasp when he kisses my neck. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“Grayson,” I sigh. “I need you.”
His lips crash against mine as soon as the words leave me. Our hands roam everywhere except where he’s hard and I’m wet. We moan as our tongues intertwine in a slow, passionate, and insanely sexy way.
Grayson picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he gently lowers us to the floor. He effortlessly takes off his tie and unbuckles his belt, clearly not patient enough to unbutton his shirt where his muscles hide.
Our lips remain close as he tucks the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts.
He exhales a shaky breath against my chin, and I gasp. “No bra?”
“The dress comes with one—Oh God,” I yelp at his fingers pinching my left nipple.
Grayson chuckles darkly against my lips. His brown hair tickles my forehead as he slips a hand through the slit of my dress to where I’m wet and waiting for him.
My back arches when a large finger slips in, preparing me for his length.
“And no underwear,” he hisses. “You’re so wet for me.” I nod and moan when he pumps me with a second one. “Did you touch yourself at night thinking about me?” My eyes meet those that are watching me with lust, adoration, and love. It’s the first time anyone’s ever looked at me this way. “Tell me, Emma. Please tell me that you did because I did that every day.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot he’s gotten familiar with. My hand wraps into his hair as I moan loudly. “I made myself come to the thought of you in my bed, car, kitchen, bathroom, street, alley, hell, anywhere and everywhere we’ve ever fucked or made love.” His thumb slowly strokes my clit, and I let out a helpless whimper. “You’ve already fulfilled all of my fantasies, baby.”
I almost cry when he stops stroking my clit, and I blurt out the truth. “You’re the only person I think of when I touch myself, Grayson.”
His body trembles with satisfaction as he takes his fingers out of me and grabs his cock, stroking it. The sight of the desperation on his face makes my nipples harden.
“And why’s that, Princess? Why am I the only person you think of when you touch yourself?”
My body shakes when he rubs the tip of his dick against my clit.
Looking him straight in the eye, I tell him the truth. “Because I love you.”
A small smile appears. “Finally.” His facial features quickly morph into one of unadulterated lust. He stops rubbing my clit and slowly raises my dress until most of the fabric is no longer in his way. “Say it again.”
This time, I cup his cheek and say through heavy breaths, “I love you, Grayson.”
He enters me in one slow thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
I let out a loud moan, my legs trembling, already close to coming.
Grayson’s eyes stay fixed on mine as he makes slow, passionate love to me.
“Emma, fuck,” he hisses, clearly close as my pussy clamps around him from how turned on I am. My hips buck off the floor, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Baby, I promise to take my time with you for the rest of my life, but right now, I need to come inside of you,” he says, jaw tight.
God, that mouth of his.My head falls back, and my body begins to shake when he touches my clit. “Do it, I’m close,” I moan.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Keep those eyes open as I fill you up, Emma.”
