With utter decisiveness, he grinds out, “Fuck it.That’s good enough for me.”
And like an animal finally released from its cage, he erupts.
His mouth crashes into mine, arms scooping around my back and hauling me against his hard body. There’s no pretense. No slow seduction like the beach. It’s feverish, almost jarring in its intensity, his tongue pressing against mine as he kisses me.
Butkissis inadequate.
It’s consuming. Unapologetic. Needy. Like I’m oxygen, and he’s held his breath for far too long, denying himself what he aches for.
His fingers tighten and the room spins, the hard wood of the door meeting my back. One hand cushions my head and stays there, bracing me as he increases the pressure, demanding more. He tastes of wine and man and heady desire, and I moan into his mouth, drowning in it all.
There’s firm pressure on my ass, a broad hand, and a bolt of need shoots to my clit. He uses his grip to press himself into me, his erection grinding into my lower belly, and just like on the beach, I’m fuckingfinishedin a shameful amount of time.
Doesn’t matter that it’s been thirty seconds. That we’re dressed. Grayson is the storm, I’ve been dropped into theeye, and this isn’t ending without him absolutely wrecking me.
I start hiking up my dress, needing more.Needing what only teased me at the Secret Spot.
“Quack.”
I freeze.
My lips are wet and swollen as Grayson breaks away, searching for the source of our interruption. His hands stay where they are, his body glued to mine, but panic rides me hard. “Please, don’t stop,” I breathe.
The plea is unnecessary, because Grayson’s already moving. His other hand lands on my ass and lifts. My legs wrap around his waist, and we move through the house, his pace steady but urgent. A man set on his intent.
It sends my already-buzzing hormones into goddamn orbit.
Never in my life have I been carried to a bedroom like this, andoh my gosh,it has to be the hands-downhottestthing in the world.
I nibble at his neck, nuzzling into his heat, the musk of his skin.I need a car air freshener that smells like this.We pass through a doorway, and I lift my head to take in Grayson’s room bathed in a soft light. There’s a plain oak bureau. A few picture frames. Cream walls.
He kicks the door closed, and the snick of the latch slices through the room, as decisive as a gavel. Some kind of decree that all pretenses are over. He wants me, I want him, and neither of us are leaving this room without giving in to it.
It must strike him the same way, because some of his urgency dissipates as he carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the neat navy comforter. I prop myself on my elbows,knees open in invitation, wanting all that urgency back. Wanting him to jump my bones and break this bed.
Instead, he slows downeven more—to a freakingstand-still—standing over me at the edge of the mattress.
He cocks his head, lips quirking with intrigue. “That’s the first time you’ve said please.”
Does that really matterright now? “Didn’t realize you were keeping track.”
His hands travel to my knees, leaning on them. “I pay very close attention to everything that comes out of your mouth.”
Knees.What an unsexy part of the body. But the heat of his sprawling grip has my pulse thrumming impatiently.
He applies pressure to his right hand, and that knee straight-up swoons, falling open like an automatic door. That hand slowly slides up my bare thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up with it, as he drawls, “All those insults. All those clever quips. Apleasestands out.”
His fingers stop mid-way up my thigh before he shoves my left knee open, his left hand now beginning its unhurried crawl up my leg.
“Since you like it so much, let me give you another.” My voice trembles in time with my thighs. “Pleasestop stalling and show me you know how to fuck a woman.”
All his forward momentumstops—the exact opposite of my request.“Did I leave any room for doubt on the beach?”
I lick my lips, drawing his attention there. “On the beach, you had the help of an aphrodisiac. Who knows if you can do it without one?”
A lazy, smoky chuckle comes from deep in his chest. “You and that smart mouth. Never stops, does it?”
“Never.”
