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“I love you, Gray. I loved you yesterday and the day before that and I think I’m pretty sure I loved you the night you showed up on my doorstep and convinced me to go paddle boarding. I’ve been insane for you ever since.” His smile is so big it’s contagious, and I have to pause so that I can contain my own. “I will be happy every day for the rest of my life if you’re in my bed at night. If I wake up to your brown eyes looking at me every morning and have your big, beautiful heart loving me.”
He swallows, threading his fingers through my hair. “I’m going to marry you one day, sunshine. Sierra Ford has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
I grin. “Who said I would take your last name?”
His eyes widen. “I’d never make you…I know it’s your parents’ last name, and I would never want—”
“Gray, I’m kidding. I’d take your last name in a heartbeat. Nothing would make me happier.”
“Really?”
My chest tightens, threatening to crack wide open as I feel my heart expand yet again. Gray is cocky and confident, and I love that about him, but my boyfriend can be so vulnerable at times and it’s in these moments I fall even deeper in love with him.
“Of course,” I murmur. “I’ll always be my parents’ daughter. Taking your last name will never change that. I refuse to live in the past, Gray, when I have such an exciting future to look forward to with you.”
“My God,” Grayson breathes. “I love you.”
I have to catch my breath every time he says those three words to me.
“And I plan on showing you just how much,” he says, lowering his lips to mine. The way he opens his heart to me brings me to tears and when he kisses me it tastes salty. His palm slides up and over my hip to my ribcage until his hand palms my breast, his fingers moving to pinch my nipple. “Starting with these perfect tits that fit in my hands just right.”
“And what else?” I ask, licking my lips, watching as he inches his way down my body.
“And this part of you right here,” he says as his fingers roam down my body to my stomach while my fingers sink into his hair. “When you wear those fucking shirts, and they show off this sexy-as-hell band of skin, it kills me. Abso-fucking-lutely destroys me.”
Like he’s destroying me right now.
He kisses a trail from my belly button down to my pelvis. “And this part of your body right here,” he murmurs between my thighs, as I spread my legs wide for him. “I love how you are always drenched for me, and you hug my cock so tight.”
He runs two fingers along my seam, soaking them, making me tremble. When he sinks them inside of me, my back arches and I swear I see stars.
My pelvis grinds down on his fingers, rolling, begging, chasing that feeling he’s so good at finding, as he works his fingers in and out. My hips lift off the bed when he crooks his fingers inside of me, finding that place that makes my legs shake and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, I need to taste you,” he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “You better grip the sheets in your tiny little hands and hold on. I’ve been starving for you.”
“I… yes…” I swallow as his arms hook around my hips. I’m already bracing myself for what’s to come because Grayson knows how to use his tongue.
“I’m going to show you how much I’ve been dying to eat you, baby.” Then, without further warning, his tongue licks a slow path up the center of me, brown eyes watching me as I writhe and moan, crying out his name. One lick of his tongue is all it takes for him to show me how badly he’s needed me, starved like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.
“Gray… baby… more,” I plead in desperation, needing the relief. This man eats me like a god. “I want more. Your tongue is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“And it’s yours whenever you want it. I’ll gladly go down on you every day for the rest of my life.”
I come alive at his words, rocking against his warm, slippery mouth while his tongue devours me, eating me like I’m his last meal. I plow one hand through his blond hair while I grind myself against his face, working to chase that feeling, tossing my head back against the pillow.
I’m moaning and panting, and he’s licking and sucking, while his hands grip my hips, tugging my opening against his face. And when his lips seal over the bundle of nerves between my legs, I come undone, clenching like a vise around his tongue.
“Fucking hell,” he curses. “You’re soaking for me. So fucking perfect. I could slide into you right now and fill you up with every inch of me,” he says, sitting up on his knees, dragging his hand across his mouth, stroking his hard-as-granite dick once, then twice.
He holds my gaze, crawling up the bed to me with a smile that could set the world on fire. “Tell me you love me again.” He smirks against my mouth, pinning me underneath him. “I want to hear you say it again.”
The stubble on his jaw tickles my skin, and I giggle as his hand tickles my side.
“Don’t make me beg,” he says in a low growl, his mouth buried against my neck. He knows I love it when he kisses me there.
He’s found my spot—the one that makes me squirm and laugh. “Okay, okay… I love you, Gray.”
He stops, pulling his face away from my jaw and catching my gaze, “I love you so goddamn much. And I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it. For the record, you can tell me you love me as often as you want.”
