Grayson suddenly understood her expression. “You want to come.”
Her brows furrowed briefly, as if she might refute that fact, but the response was fleeting. Two seconds later, she was nodding.
“So badly.”
“I can help with that,” he said, with what he hoped was a charming, comforting grin.
She smiled shyly. “I was sort of hoping you could.”
Okay, well, that was a green light to keep going…so he did. He placed a playful kiss on the tip of both nipples, then on the tip of her nose.
“If I do anything…” he started.
She stopped him with a single finger pressed against his lips. “I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Promise me, Wren.”
“I promise.”
He considered stripping off her jeans but stopped. Until he understood her past trauma, it was probably better to let her take the lead on most things. That way, she could decide if it was truly what she wanted and stop him if it became too frightening.
“Take off your pants.”
Shit. The words came out more command than request. Dialing back his inner dominant was going to be harder than he realized.
Then he wondered if he needed to bother.
Wren’s eyes darkened with lust and before he could find some way to temper his tone or restate the words in a gentler manner, she was rising in front of him.
Grayson didn’t bother standing as well, because he was already where he wanted to be. He watched as she unfastened her jeans, tugging them and her panties down. She always kicked off her shoes the second they came into the apartment, so unlike him, she was able to toe the pants off completely.
He drew in a long, slow, deep breath as he knelt before her. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, glistening with shiny juices that told him just how aroused she was. Her hands flew forward, intent on covering herself, but he caught her by the wrists, placing soft kisses on her palms before guiding them to her sides.
“Keep them there, little bird,” he insisted, using the darker tone as a test. Her reaction told him all he needed to know. His girl liked it when he got growly and demanding.
She closed her hands into loose fists, but she did as he asked.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
Wren’s eyes, which had been closed, flew open. “Oh,” she breathed.
Yeah, she liked that.
Reaching around her, he dramatically swept the coffee table clear. To be fair, there were only a couple of books, a magazine, and two coasters, so nothing breakable, but it still packed a punch when she gasped in delight.
“Sit on the edge and open those pretty legs,” he said.
Wren wasted no time, dropping to the surface and doing exactly as he asked.
Grayson placed his hands on her outstretched legs, pushing them apart another inch or two. Not because he needed the space, but because him taking control obviously turned her on.
He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, grinning to himself because—damn—his girl was soaking wet. Whatever fears resided inside her, none of them were present at the moment.
She gasped again when he parted her labia with his thumbs. Like her blowjob, he didn’t waste time teasing. Instead, he got right down to business, lowering his head and drawing his tongue along her soaking slit.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “That…feels…”
She didn’t finish the sentence with a word. Just a needy whimper when he repeated the stroke. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her clit before applying more pressure.
