As soon as he’s finished, Graham uses his hold on my hair to pull me back, his dark gaze wild as it holds mine. “Get the fuck up here,” he growls, inching down the bed as I sit up. “Sit on my fucking face, Sunny. Let me drown in your sweet pussy.”
I don’t think, I just move, and as soon as my knees are pressed into the pillow on either side of his head, Graham wraps his arms around my thighs andfeastson me. I’m already so close from getting him off, I know it’s not going to take long. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks. I cry out, letting my head fall back as my hips move of their own accord over his mouth. It doesn’t take but a few minutes before the pressure builds and my body heats, and when his teeth graze the sensitive bud, I lose. My hands white knuckle the headboard as I come crashing down, pleasure soaring through my body as he never slows down.
“Graham, fuck!”
My body is boneless by the time I climb off his face and fall onto the mattress beside him.
Meeting my gaze, his lips slick with my release, Graham smirks at me, making my stomach flutter. “Feel free to wake me up like that any fucking time you want. That was fucking hot.”
I giggle, turning on my side toward him and resting my head in my hand. Not only did I sleep better last night than I have ina while, but I also woke up horny as hell when I remembered where I was andwhoI was next to. Graham’s hand was resting on my ass while we slept, our legs intertwined from over the huge pillow separating our bodies, and I was hit with such a carnal need. I felt like an animal in heat, unable to resist the sexy, naked man lying beside me. Tossing the pillow onto the floor, I scooted over to him, letting my hands roam all over his body as my lips pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck and down his chest until I got to his beautiful, stiff cock, and I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste him.
It didn’t take long for Graham to wake up and take control of the situation.
“What time is it?” he asks, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. “Damn, it’s barely six o’clock. What the hell are we doing awake?”
“My natural alarm clock.”
Scooting toward me, Graham loops his arm around my waist and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. “I’ll allow it, but only because your mouth does incredible things.”
I laugh, threading my fingers through the strands on the back of his head. “Oh, is that right?”
Lying here wrapped up in each other, it’s crazy how natural it feels. Like we’ve cuddled like this a million times before. After a while, Graham pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, and I know what he’s going to say before he even opens his mouth. It’s the same thing I’ve been thinking about since I left town on Friday morning.
“I wanna talk to you about this,” he says while his hand rubs my lower back.
A smile tugs on my lips as I ignore the butterflies flying around my stomach. “Okay, let’s talk then.”
Graham huffs a breath, his cheeks pink.He’s nervous too.“I know what we said at the beginning, but I want more thanthat with you.” Then, as if he anticipates me freaking out, he quickly adds, “I’m not saying we should go full relationship from the get-go, but there’s clearly chemistry here—and to be honest, there always has been—and I’d like to at least explore that. See if something’s there.”
Swallowing thickly, my heart thunders against my ribs. You would think obsessing over this all weekend would have me prepared, but it doesn’t. In fact, the golf ball-sized lump in my throat is making it hard to breathe. I know how I feel, and I know what I want, but the idea of saying that out loud sets off my fight or flight and makes my palms sweat.
I sit up, back against the headboard as I look over at him. I would love nothing more than to jump in headfirst, but I…can’t, or I don’t know how to. There’s a roadblock in my mind, never letting me get past this glaring fear. “Thereischemistry between us; you’re absolutely right,” I say. “And I’ve really enjoyed what we’ve been doing the last few days, but there’s a part of me that worries it might blow up in our faces.”
His brows pinched, Graham asks, “Why, though?”
Breathing out a sigh, I say, “One of the main reasons I didn’t know if I would have kids was because I was scared that I’d put my kids through what my parents did. My parents couldn’t stand each other, they still can’t, and it led to me feeling lonely a lot, and like I needed to walk on eggshells around them. Then my mom would put me in the middle and want me to pick a side, like she wanted me to validate her behavior.” I press my lips together and grit my teeth, willing the pressure behind my eyes to go away. “I refuse to raise our kids like that, Graham. What if we explore this, it doesn’t work out, and we’re not able to put our feelings aside? Because even if my parents didn’t always fight in front of me, I could still feel the tension in their silence, and that’s almost worse. It’s safer if we maintain a friendship and keep emotions out of it.”
“Okay, but emotions are already at play here,” he says. “At least on my side.”
My stomach clenches. “On mine too, Graham, but I’m scared, okay? Not just because of that, but also because…” I breathe out a sigh, emotion bubbling inside of me, making my throat ache. “Ending things with you when we were younger washard. But it was what I truly thought needed to be done back then. I was, in no way, ready to be what you deserved. I was dealing with my parents and every stress they caused, trying to get over being cheated on by the only other guy I had been with, and I knew… Graham, I knew you deserved more than I could’ve given you, but it still hurt. And it wassopainful to get over. I don’t think I could go through that again.” I swallow around the lump in my throat before I add, “I don’t know if I could get over you a second time.”
The honesty in everything I just said makes me nauseous. It’s something I don’t think I’ve even admitted to myself yet.
His gaze softens, and he reaches over, stroking his fingers along my jaw. I lean into the touch. “I understand why you did what you did, Sunny. I didn’t then, but I do now.” Graham presses his forehead to mine. I breathe him in, and somehow it loosens some of the tension in my shoulders. “It’s okay to be scared sometimes,” he goes on. “But that shouldn’t stop you from having what you want. You arenotyour parents, and if I have any say in the matter, you’ll never have to go through that ever again. All I’m asking is for you to at least try.”
I hate the way my bottom lip quivers and the pressure in my chest.
Try.That’s all he’s asking.
“We have to take it slow,” I murmur after a moment.
He snorts. “Says the woman who woke me up with her lips around my cock.”
“Not the sex. I’m too damn horny for that.” I laugh. “But all the other stuff, it has to be slow. And we need to communicate no matter what, about everything, because even if this doesn’t end up working out romantically, I want to still be able to be around each other, at least when it comes to taking care of the kids.”
Biting back a grin, Graham asks, “Anything else, your highness?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is.” I giggle. “Never stop calling me Sunny.”
