Page 79 of Gravity

“I don’t like this game anymore,” she deadpans.

I laugh, holding her hips as she tries to move away from me. “Which one? The Green Sea? The Loggerhead?”

“I’ll loggerhead you in a minute.” She pushes down on my shoulder and attempts to move away from me, but I grip her hips harder, flipping us over so she falls onto her back with a squeal.

Caging her in, I grab her arms and pin them above her head, still wanting to know her choice, and giving her a look that informs her I’m still waiting to hear it. “You know I’ll happily wait here all day. I’m just fine with that.”

“And I’ll happily lay beside you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m going to tell you.”

“Which one?”

Shaking her head, she tries shutting me out by closing her eyes. “I can never choose over my babies. And I’m not listening now.”

Loving her playfulness and wanting it to remain, I dip my head to the soft skin at the side of her breast that looks too tempting before blowing a huge raspberry. The roar of her laughter bounces around the room, and my laugh follows as she tries to wriggle out from under me but has no escape. I do it again, this time on the other side, her hysteria music to my ears.

“Grayson, stop!”

“Which one?” I do it again, right before I burst out laughing as she threatens to cut off my dick. “Such harsh words from a little minion.”

“Asshole,” she chuckles, catching her breath, her blue eyes full of happiness and devilment as she whispers, “You are impossible at times.”

I hold her stare, and it’s right then that it hits me—a feeling I can’t even rationalize washes over my body like a force of gravity and takes my breath away.

I need her. Not just now. Not just tomorrow. But forever. Because she is everything that is right in my life. What makes it more magical is that I can see my feelings mirrored in her expression as she stares back at me like she’s understood every sensation I’m feeling.

Dipping my head, I whisper against her lips before I crash them on hers. “Yeah, and you are irresistible.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Nora

I wake to the smell of toast and coffee and roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. A smile graces my lips at the thought of last night, and the aching of my body is a beautiful reminder of how Grayson made me feel. I can’t even rationalize it. It was more than I’d ever expected. We’d talked for hours after, shared experiences that made my heart speed up when I looked at him, and then I was woken in the middle of the night by the whispers of him in my ear. Caresses turned to kisses and kisses turned into him loving my body in the most sensual way.

Getting out of bed, I put on my panties and grab one of his shirts before heading down the stairs to him. Greeting his two cats that call to me, I pet them, picking up Spyro this time. I find the man himself in the kitchen in only gray sweats, slaving away over the stove, cracking eggs into the frying pan.

Leaning against the door frame, I take a moment to watch him, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he maneuvers himself around the small space. The muscles in his back flex, and his arms that had me pinned to the mattress only hours ago as he brought me to orgasm for the fourth time make my mouth water.

He’s fucking delightful.

“Are you going to stand there all morning or are you actually going to come in?” he says without turning.

I laugh, placing Spyro down, and stepping into the kitchen.

“How did you know I was here?” I circle my arms around his waist from behind before my hands run up his chest, rising onto my tip toes to kiss his bare shoulder. The warmth of my touch has his skin breaking out in chills, and I can’t help but smile at the effect I have on him.

“I sensed you. And I can smell you.”

“That sounds a little creepy.”

He chuckles, shifting in my hold to face me. “I can smell your hair and your perfume everywhere I go.” Turning us both around, he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up on to the breakfast bar to stand between my legs. His hands trail up my thighs as his eyes fall to my covered body and a grin tugs his lips. “You look good in my shirt.” His mouth comes close to mine as his hands slip up under the material to cup my breasts. “But you look so much better out of it.”

“I could say the same about your pants.”

He kisses me briefly, pulling back when I want him to devour me more. “How did you sleep?”

“Like an exhausted woman on the biggest high,” I grin. “But I missed you when I woke.”

“Well, a lady has to eat. How do eggs sound?”