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Now that definitely wasn’t the ivy. I sit up, realising that someone is knocking on my door. I’m guessing it’s Jess because she hates sleeping alone and I should’ve pre-empted this and just shared a room.
I drag myself out of my cosy cocoon, hating the way the cool air bites at my skin when I stand. Covering my oversized t-shirt I put on for bed, with my arms I open the door and there stands the last person I thought I’d see tonight.
His dark hair hangs messily over his forehead, his eyes are wild the way his gaze roams over my body, leaving hot embers in its wake. It’s almost too much to bear the weight of his gaze. It’s heady and delicious and something I haven’t done in person for over a month.
God, I’ve missed him.
He closes the door behind him, and we say nothing, standing in my doorway, both suddenly panting with desire. He steps forward, towering a good foot above me, and I relish the way my neck strains to look up at him. My pulse quickens, my palms twitch to touch him, to run my fingers underneath his t-shirt and feel every ridge of his abs that I know are hiding there.
“Hi,” he whispers. I’m unable to speak, unable to move before his hot mouth is on me, devouring me.
When we break apart, he’s frowning and my fingers instantly move to smooth over the lines in his brow as he holds me against his body. “You’re here,” I whisper.
“Like I could stay away any longer,” he sighs, my head drifting up and down with the movement. I need to ask you something. A few weeks ago, you said something that has been on my mind. You said you can’t lose something you never had.” He pauses, making my throat prickle with emotion. “I refuse to believe that. I know you. I know how big your heart is and how much you give it to people you care about. You show love in everything you do, and I know now that I felt that with you. Please tell me I have you because I can’t go another second believing that you weren’t mine all along.”
I take in all of his words, dropping my gaze and closing my eyes for a second. When I look up and our eyes connect again, he’s looking at me like I’ve stolen something of his and it guts me. This man is soft and gentle, hiding behind a façade of fear and a past that he couldn’t escape, but he’s trying. He’s here, he’s been here for me for the last month, talking to me, leaving me gifts, telling me he loves me.
And I love him. The memory of earlier, how my soul sprang into action from reading his crossword for me. I love him.
My hands cup his face, grazing against his dark stubble. “Grayson, I’m sorry I said that. I was angry and hurt, but only because I felt like you were mine even when I believed you weren’t. The truth is, I wanted to be yours.”
“You need to tell me if you don’t want this anymore. If I’m not enough,” he murmurs as his forehead lowers to mine.
Frogs leap into my throat, and I try to swallow to clear the feeling. “Grayson, you are enough. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. I love you.”
I don’t have a chance to take another breath before he’s back on my lips, searing kisses onto my lips. “Say it again,” he mumbles softly in between kisses.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” I smile as he dives back in to take what’s his.
We break apart briefly, our eyes to lock in a gaze that feels like a million words are being said, when really only our silence is speaking to one another. He brings his hands to brush my face and I lean into his touch. His hands move quickly down my body before he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist as he comes crashing into my lips again. “I love you so fucking much,” he says against my mouth, not letting me go.
And I don’t want him to let me go.
When you’ve been starved of something, the feeling of having it again is like a comet crashing to earth. My whole body sparks to life as his mouth demands my attention and his tongue seeks mine. The feel of his hands gripping me possessively around my hips is spine-tinglingly good. My moan breaks the kiss that is consuming every inch of me. Grayson’s eyes darken at the noise as he pushes me against the wall.
I whimper, silently begging him to touch me more. Needing him to. He hums in approval when he dips his hand between us and he discovers I’m not wearing underwear. His fingers find my clit as he applies the perfect amount of pressure and dips his fingers inside me.God, I love it when he touches me. All too soon, he withdraws from me, leaving me needy again as he licks his fingers clean.
“I want to make you feel good, Nora. I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he pleads before biting into my neck and immediately kissing it better. The sensation makes me crazy, my breathing completely surrendering to a staccato rhythm as his hands slip back into my sex, his fingers expertly working me into a glorious state of hysteria as my body tingles with my release.
His eyes roll back in his head when two fingers slide inside me, and I bite my bottom lip to stop from shouting out. “So fucking sexy,” he growls. The deep gravel of his voice hits me right in between my legs, my body seeking friction as I push into his fingers further.
“Grayson,” I whisper into his neck, feeling his hard cock against me. I need him, I want him, I’ve missed him so much. Reaching my hand between us, I palm his hard length over his jeans, and he thrusts further into my hand.
“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” he hisses.
His thick fingers work me until I’m shaking in his arms. “I’m so close,” I rasp. He increases the pressure on my clit, moving in circles, working me up higher and higher. My hand grips the outline of his cock harder, and he mumbles incoherently into my neck.
The echoes of my arousal fill my quiet hotel room along with soft whimpers that are slowly climbing towards loud moans from both of us. His head moves up to look at my face, his cheeks flushed with desire. “Let go for me. I need to hear you.” Like the good girl I am, I let it go. The fastest orgasm I’ve ever had spirals from my core, tiny explosions going off inside me from where his fingers work me into a frenzy.
“Oh… my… God…” I scream as the pulsing pleasure rips its way through my body. I squeeze my eyes closed, riding the waves.
The soft open mouth kisses he sweeps across my collarbone make me shiver as I come down from my high. He keeps me against him, as though I might disappear if he lets me go, his grip not punishing anymore but soft, yielding.
He nuzzles his face into my neck, resting his lips on my pulse point as it hammers away under him.
“I can’t stay away from you. I couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He doesn’t lift his head from my neck as he speaks, his words absorbing into my skin with his hot breath. I tangle my fingers into his hair rewarded with a groan when I reach the back of his neck and his head lifts to push against my hand.
I take in his face, inches away from mine. The angle of his sharp yet soft jaw, his irritatingly perfectly fanned eyelashes as they stay flush against his cheeks, the slope of his nose and the tiny imperfection in the bridge of it, the stubble that is decorating half of his face framing it perfectly. The man is a fucking masterpiece.
