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She heard him swallow as his hand slowly moved up her torso, fingers light as they went up her ribs, stopping just beneath her breasts. She wanted to slide down, let his hand come over her fully.

Before she could, his hand moved lower, over the curve of her waist, onto her hip, playing with the hem of her sweater. She shivered, body arching toward him, aching to get closer. He was burning up like a furnace, searing against her.

She wanted his hand lower, deeper, settling between her legs, but he moved his hand up again, this time slipping under the fabric of her sweater, his long fingers brushing against her bare skin.

With a whimper, she clutched his arm, feeling the muscles of his biceps shifting beneath her palms. His breath was ragged as she pulled him closer, moving her hips and pressing up against him. Her breath hitched as she felt him against her, and his fingers dug into her skin.

“Lucy,” he said, voice strangled.

“Yes?”

“You should go to sleep before I do something disastrous,” he said, breathing against her open mouth, their lips almost touching.

“Like what?” she asked, voice a whispered breath.

“Like kiss you senseless.”

Her heart pounded.

“I’ve always loved disasters.”

Their lips collided.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Lucy

Kissing Grayson felt like finally finding the perfect book after months of a reading slump. Lucy reached for his face, holding him closer as he crushed his mouth against hers. He grabbed her hips, pulling them flush against his. Lucy fit with him perfectly, their bodies immediately entwining as they kissed and kissed.

He opened his mouth against hers, and she responded in kind, deepening the kiss. Heat pooled in her body, gathering in intensity. They held on to one another, his fingers digging into her skin as he snatched her closer. She moved her hands down his chest, sinking her teeth into his lower lip and tugging.

His tongue entered her mouth, warm and clashing with hers. She whimpered, heart pounding painfully against her chest, her entire body throbbing with desire, and she knew he felt it, too.

He nudged her onto her back, his body coming over hers in a wonderful weight she couldn’t get enough of. He moved his hands, reaching for hers, grasping them with his long fingers. Bringing her hands up over her head, he pinned them on her pillow with one hand while his other closed around her throat. Her blood roared.

Her sweater lifted off her hips, and the skin of her thighs brushed against the fabric of his trousers. Her body arched to get closer to him, aching for the touch of his bare skin. There were too many clothes between them, and she needed to get rid of them immediately.

She wanted him.

“Why are you wearing so many layers?” she asked, breaking the kiss to scold him. She pulled her hands from his to grab his sweater, and he tugged it off in one swift motion.

Already, his fingers were making quick work of his shirt, and he threw it aside. Her hands immediately went to his undershirt, all but ripping it off, until finally his chest was bare.

She spread her hands across his skin, and he kissed her, his thin chain caressing her collarbone. He pressed her deep into the bed, his every movement hungry and desperate. No matter how close they were, it didn’t feel like enough. She grabbed his hips to bring him flush with her, a moan rippling through her at how hard he was. His chest vibrated, a low growl rising in his throat.

“Get this off,” he ordered, tugging her sweater. As she lifted her arms to pull it off, the fabric shifted up, exposing her stomach. He kissed her ribs, lips hot against her skin. Her insides flipped violently, her chest heaving as she breathed.

She rolled their bodies until she was on top, her knees on either side of his hips. Then, she slowly peeled off her sweater as he watched, slack-jawed. Tossing it aside, she shivered at the cool air against her hot skin.

His eyes widened at the sight of her, taking in her form. He grabbed her hips, settling her over him more fully.

And even with the clothing still between them, she whimpered at the feel of him, throwing her head back with a gasp. He held her firm against his hips as he brought his head up to kiss her, their bare chests pressing together.

He kissed her hard, nipping her lips before kissing her jaw. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently tugging until her throat was bared. He sucked her skin, setting every inch of her aflame.

Devastating pleasure and urgency shot through her. She rubbed against him, vision sparking at how good he felt along her softest place. He moved his hand from her hair, going to cup her face, this time kissing her achingly slowly, soft and tender. Her body throbbed, but the slowed tempo gave her a much-needed moment to breathe. She pulled back, feeling a strange sort of warmth in her chest.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her with such boyish joy that the frantic energy building in her slowed for a second. She kissed him above the heart, feeling his pulse against her lips.