“You did it.”
“I fucking did.”
“Did you hurt anything?” she asked, moving to the side of the bed.
I didn’t tell her that my heels hit the chair. I wasn’t sure ifI felt them hit, or if it was the sound of the chair moving that made me think I felt it. I just shook my head so she wouldn’t worry.
“Well, let’s get started.” She pulled my feet as I scooted my ass down. She insisted I lie on my back to do the exercises. They hurt like hell, but when she crawled onto the bed to lift my leg straight up in the air, and bend my foot, I could almost imagine her crawling up between my legs to sit on my face.
We didn’t talk while she maneuvered me around. Aside from her giving me a running commentary of what she was doing, the room was silent. I watched the concentration on her face.
She laid my leg back down. Kneeling between my knees, she looked up at me and smiled. Her mouth opened to speak, and it didn’t matter what she was about to say because I jackknifed up and grabbed her arms, pulling her back down with me and kissing her.
My hand held the back of her head as my lips held her hostage. My tongue licked at the seam, desperate for her to open up to me. And it didn’t take long.
She straddled my hips, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let my tongue invade her mouth. Sweeping from side to side as I tasted everything she had to offer me.
She ground her pussy against my hardening cock. And her moan of pleasure had the blood surging south quickly. My hands went to her hips, holding her in place while I trailed my lips down her neck.
“Grayson...” she breathed.
“Don’t tell me no, Jessie. Don’t deny us what you know we both fucking want.” She sat up, pulling away from my lips, and her eyes sought mine. I wanted her to see the pleading, the way my soul longed for hers.
“Say yes, Jessie. Please fucking say yes.”
Chapter Seventeen
Jessie
I wanted to say yes. Biting my lip, I watched him. There was a sadness in his eyes when he begged me to concede. What would it really hurt? One time before I walked away forever.
Because that was what I would have to do. I would have to leave Diamond Creek. Leave Ellie and the kids. Leave the old ladies and every friend I had made here.
I reached for the hem of my shirt and tore it off my body, tossing it to the ground. Next went my bra. The chill from the air conditioner caused my nipples to pebble. Then again, maybe it was the way Grayson was watching me. His eyes locked on my breasts as he licked his lips.
I leaned forward until they were right in front of his mouth, and he didn’t waste time drawing a nipple between his lips. His hands held my waist, locking me in place as if he thought I would pull away.
Nothing could pull me away now that the decision had been made. The way his mouth made the nerves tingle through my body was something I had never experienced. Was this what it was like to be with the person who was made for you?
I knew Grayson was it for me the first day I met him. I also knew we could never be together. I didn’t get a happily ever after like the couples in Ellie’s books. Being with me would put Grayson and his family at risk. It would put them on the radar of every enemy my uncle had ever made and every enemy he would make in the future now that he was at the top.
“Grayson, please,” I begged as I rubbed myself against him.
“Patience, Jessie.” His mouth moved to the other breast, and his torture started over. He was going painstakingly slow.Taking his time to heat me up. He didn’t realize I had been almost nuclear since the day I walked into this house.
I pressed down on him again, grinding against him. His groan went straight to my core. He yanked me up, giving himself some relief.
“Get undressed, Jessie.” My leg swung over him, but he caught it. “No, stay here.” He pulled my chest flush against his. My breasts crushed against his chest. Then his hands went to the button on my jeans. “If I let you go, you’ll run. And I can’t fucking chase you.”
He was right on both accounts. If I got off this bed, reason would set in and I would rush out of the room before I made a mistake that could one day cost him his life. He pushed my jeans down, my panties with them.
“Come ride my face, Jessie. I want to taste you.”
“Grayson,” I protested, but he was strong. He lifted me up, and I grabbed the headboard. My knees hit the bed on either side of his face, and he held me there.
“Fucking finally,” he whispered before he pulled me down so his tongue could swipe across my center. His hands held my hips in place against his mouth. He was relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.
“Grayson, fuck.” My knuckles were white against the dark wood of the bed. My eyes drifted closed as my head fell back. I tried to hold myself up above him, but the more he lapped at me, the more I turned into a puddle.
