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“How sweet,” he said, thumb tracing her collarbone. He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, cutting through their passionate encounter with something that was frighteningly intimate. Emotion shot through her, and she shifted her mouth from his heart to his biceps and bit, the feel of his muscle against her mouth making her rub against him again.

He swore loudly, looking at the little teeth marks on his skin. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she said, chest heaving. His pupils were blown wide, the tenderness forgotten for something wild and untamed. His fingers dug into her hips, bringing her harder against him, and this time she swore, crying out.

“I appreciate the dichotomy,” he said, holding a hand over his heart, then to the teeth marks on his arm.

Even losing her mind with desire, Lucy laughed. “Will you shut up?” she said.

“Spread your pretty little legs for me and I will.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She moved off his hips and flipped onto her back, opening her legs. His eyes went dark.

“You’re being so obedient,” he said. His eyes went dark as he turned toward her, large hands settling over her thighs. “Good girl.”

She bit her lip, not quite coherent enough for a response as he moved his hands up, spreading her legs farther apart, moving tantalizingly slowly. His grip was tight and firm, in complete control of her. He held her where he wanted, how he wanted, and desire scorched through her, frantic and desperate.

Her hands fisted in the bedsheets, her back arching as he pressed a kiss to her stomach and pulled away. His mouth hovered there, teeth skimming her skin as he went lower, inch by inch.

A throbbing ache rose within her, unbearable.

“Grayson!” she snapped. “Kiss me. Now.”

“Bit busy,” he replied, underwear between his teeth. She lifted her hips, and he dragged her panties down, throwing them to the side with one hand before taking hold of her again. He pressed his lips to her skin, though far from where she needed him. She whimpered.

He began at the sensitive skin inside her knee, trailing to her thigh, dropping little kisses along her body as he languidly moved up, closer and closer until he was almost there, inches away from where she was soaked for him.

“Quicker!” she cried. He paused to flash her a wicked grin, and her blood called for violence.

Before she could make further demands, his tongue entered her, and she screamed, her body writhing with pleasure. She clutched his hair, twining her fingers in his locks and pulling. Holding her hips, he licked and sucked, eating her out hungrily. She panted as his mouth moved against her, kissing her folds until everything inside her was burning, glowing hotter and brighter. Finally, she came in an explosion of white sparks.

Afterward, her body went slack, her muscles turning liquid, and he continued to kiss her there, sweet and gentle, licking up every last inch of her.

When he finished, he kissed his way up her stomach, pressing his lips to each of her ribs. His mouth found her breast, sucking gently, and she moaned, blood pounding once more. She felt him smile against her skin, his teeth grazing her, and she opened her eyes, looking down to find him gazing up at her already.

He moved up to kiss her mouth, lips warm, and she held his neck, her fingers feeling his pulse as he gripped her waist, fingers digging into her skin. He was rock hard through his trousers, which he was somehow still wearing though she was completely bare.

She stopped kissing him and pushed him onto his back, knees on either side of his hips, then sat up.

“My turn,” she said, reaching for his belt. He made a strangled sound, eyes dazed.

“You don’t have to,” he said, voice raspy.

She looked at him, smiling. “I want to. Now get this off.”

She shifted off his lap and he removed his belt, unzipping his trousers. With a quick snap of her fingers, her hair tied back, and she reached for his boxers, pulling them off. The sheer size of him astounded her, and her mouth jutted open.

She took him in her mouth, moving slowly until he was deep inside her. She moved up and down. He tipped his head back, swearing, and grasped her hair. She worked him the way he’d worked her, feeling the frantic need rising within him as he held her hair tighter.

He moaned, telling her that he was going to come. She removed her mouth, watching as he did, his eyes rolling back in bliss.

They were both panting, catching their breath, naked and glistening with sweat. When they started to cool—the fire of their desire had long since died out—Lucy pulled her sweater back on with a shiver, and Grayson did the same with his boxers. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. Both their hearts pounded together, their bodies intertwining.

He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, and for a moment, she felt so happy she wanted to pull his body over hers, to let him inside of her fully, completely.

Fear spread through her.

No, that would be taking it too far. He wasn’t here to stay, so there was no point getting attached—no point in getting her heart broken, and that was the only way this could end if she let him in like that.

This was just a bit of fun, she told herself as he held her closer, drifting to sleep. He would leave eventually, back to his life in Ireland.