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“I want you to take me back to your house.”
SIERRA
I must beout of my mind.
My conscience has left the building, my brain is fried, my willpower is at zero. Did I really just tell Grayson I want to go home with him?
But what woman would fault me? I spent the last two hours out on the water, under the moonlit sky, pressed up against the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on while he kissed the ever-living hell out of me. So, when he asked me what I want, I told him. And now here we are, standing on his doorstep.
I recognize that this is probably an enormous mistake, but the truth is… I don’t care. I want Grayson Ford too badly to care about the consequences and the repercussions. I can deal with the fall-out tomorrow. For now, I want this man to ruin me. Wreck me in the most carnal of ways. Make me feel like I did in Miami—forbidden, sexy. Mark me as his for one, secret, steamy night.
Grayson’s house is dark, the only light coming from a lamp on a side table in the living room. My eyes haven’t even had time to adjust before Grayson closes the door behind us and immediately cages me in. His hands grip either side of my face as he walks me backwards into the house with a look in his eyes that tells me I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life.
And then he kisses me.
His arms wrap around my waist in a sudden embrace and then he sweeps me off my feet, both of his palms gripping my ass until my legs wrap around his hips. My arms fly up to his neck, holding onto him tightly as he continues to kiss me breathless.
He has me halfway down the hall to his bedroom when a wave of guilt washes over me, winding itself around every bone in my body. It feels like a betrayal, like this is too big a risk to take. But then Grayson kisses me again and it forces any doubt out of my mind. We’re not hurting anyone, I tell myself. I deserve to be happy, and being here with Grayson makes me deliriously happy.
The truth is, I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to. God, this is a kiss. Grayson Ford knows exactly how to kiss a woman. A rush of dopamine and oxytocin surge through my system like the perfect cocktail, making me dizzy. My heart beats at a fevered pace as I melt further into his touch. His lips have barely left mine since we walked through his door and he’s still ravishing me with his mouth as he blindly walks us into his bedroom.
He lets go of one of my ass cheeks to flick on the bedroom light, then sits down on the edge of his bed, bringing me with him so that I’m settled onto his lap. Sinking down onto him, I straddle his waist, feeling his cock hard between us. I can’t fight the urge to ease this ache between my thighs any longer, so I roll my hips over his length. Grayson groans in appreciation. Knowing that he’s just as turned on as I am only revs up my libido more.
Then his mouth leaves mine, kissing a line down the center of my throat before he whispers against my skin, “I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you felt fucking my cock.” He looks at me, eyes dark, every girl’s fantasy.
I have his shirt fisted in one hand while the other one snakes around his neck. Grayson grabs the elastic of my sports bra and pushes the material up, then massages my bare breast. It’s rough, unexpected, and I love how possessive he is with me. He pinches a nipple, making it stiffen, and a whimper escapes my mouth at the feel of him flicking and tugging the sensitive pink peak between his fingertips. That feeling only intensifies when he rips my bra over my head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. My head falls back, the sensation of his tongue licking and swirling, over and over again sending a shockwave to my core. My hands fly to his hair, holding his face against my chest, wanting more as I grind myself over the hard ridge in his shorts.
“Feel good?” he asks, looking up at me with a smile, my breast still against his mouth.
“So good,” I rasp, gripping the short blond strands as he moves to my other one, paying it the same intense attention. And when he takes the taut peak between his teeth, biting gently, I pant in bliss.
“I fucking love how responsive you are, but I’m just getting started,” he says when his lips pop off my nipple.
“Lie on the bed,” he commands.
The heat in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, and I do as he says. I watch as Grayson grabs the hem of his T, pulling the fabric over his head. I’m unprepared, practically drooling at the sight of him—firm pecs with a light dusting of chest hair, abs that rival any professional athlete’s, and a V of muscle that leads down to the waistband of his shorts like it’s pointing to buried treasure. I inch backwards on my ass towards the headboard, never taking my eyes off him.
Once his shirt is on the floor, Grayson kneels on the bed and crawls between my thighs until he’s hovering over me, then dips his face to mine for a slow, lingering kiss. It’s soft and searching, the kind of kiss that breaks open your heart. I suddenly understand why some kisses are described as earth-shattering, because that is what this feels like. Like I’ll never be the same.
And I want more. I want to breathe him in, taste him, inhale him—all I want is Grayson.
My fingers grip his hair, holding him against my lips. The stubble on his face rubs against my skin and I find myself wondering how it would feel rubbing against my thighs as he tastes me.
When he breaks the kiss to lick a path down my throat, I think I’m about to get my wish, but instead he explores my collarbones, licking and sucking. I tip my head back to give him better access as he nips at my neck. When his mouth trails lower, past my chest to my bellybutton, he looks up at me with heat in his eyes.
“I’m going to bury my face between your thighs,” he growls. “Because that’s what I’ve wanted to do since that night your legs were wrapped around me, and I came so fucking deep inside of you.”
I can’t speak but manage to nod as he roughly drags my athletic shorts down my legs onto the floor. His eyes dip down to my lace thong, the only scrap of fabric left on my body. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Fucking killing me, sunshine,” he says, slowly brushing the pad of his thumb along the center of me where I ache.
“Are you wet for me, Sierra?”
I nod, sucking in a breath, desperate for him to touch me again, for the friction I desperately need to ease the ache that’s thick between my legs. When I whimper, he seals his mouth over mine and I open for him, my arms snaking around his neck, pulling him closer while his tongue teases mine. His body sinks into me, his weight pressing over top of me like a luxurious blanket. He hikes my leg up so that he can grind his hard-on into me. I want his clothes gone. I want him inside of me. I want to feel every inch of him.
He kisses me while he continues to grind his erection into my drenched panties and I groan at how good it feels, pushing my pelvis up into the hardness behind his board shorts, craving more.
“So eager,” he teases against my mouth. “You want my cock, Sierra?”
“Oh, God…fuck… yes.” I’ve never felt anything like this before. This primal need to have him all over me, in me, is all I can think about.
