In answer, I pull my t-shirt over my head, revealing my simple cotton bra underneath. It’s nothing fancy—certainly not lingerie designed to seduce—but the way Grayson’s eyes darken makes me feel like I’m wearing the finest silk. Taking a deepbreath, I undo the clasp and toss aside the lacy scrap of fabric. “Your turn.”
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching for the bandanna still covering his face.
I hold my breath as he pulls it down completely for the first time, revealing the full extent of his scars. They cover the lower half of his face in a web of healed tissue, twisting his features in places but somehow enhancing rather than diminishing his raw masculinity.
“Now you know,” he says, his voice vulnerable despite its strength.
I reach for him, pulling him down until our faces are level. “Beautiful.”
His kiss is fiercer this time, as if removing the bandanna has unleashed something primal in him. His hands roam my body, learning its contours as I arch into his touch. When his fingers find the waistband of my yoga pants, I lift my hips in silent permission.
He strips me efficiently, too fixated on unwrapping me like a present to tease. Soon I’m naked before him, my skin pebbling in the cool air of his bedroom. He stands back, drinking in the sight of me with a hunger that makes me squirm.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he admits, his voice rough. “Since the moment you arrived in town.”
“Is that why you were following me?” I ask, bold in my nakedness.
A ghost of a smile crosses his scarred lips. “Partly. Mostly I was making sure you were safe.”
“And now?” I spread my legs slightly, an invitation.
“Now I’m making sure you’re satisfied.” He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs further apart. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since I found you in that cabin.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me—hot and demanding against my core. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, uncertain whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation. He makes the decision for me, gripping my thighs and holding me in place as his tongue explores my folds.
He’s as methodical in this as in all things, learning what makes me gasp, what makes me moan, what makes my back arch off the bed. When he finds my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking gently, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. “I want to hear you.”
“Kai—“ I begin, but he cuts me off with a clever flick of his tongue.
“Is still asleep on the other side of the house.” His fingers join his mouth, one thick digit sliding inside me with ease. “And I wouldn’t even if he walked in right now.”
The thought of Kai hearing us, of him knowing exactly what we’re doing, sends an unexpected thrill through me. I moan, louder this time, as Grayson adds a second finger, stretching me in preparation for something much larger.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice vibrating against my clit. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
I surrender to the sensation, my hips moving against his face as tension builds low in my belly. His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, and suddenly I’m coming, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He works me through it, gentling his touch as I become oversensitive, until finally I push weakly at his shoulders. He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with desire.
“Turn over,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I comply, rolling onto my stomach as he sheds his sweatpants. I glance back over my shoulder, my breath catching at the sight of him fully naked. His body is a work of art—all hard muscle and battle scars, his cock standing proud and heavy between his legs. He’s larger than I expected, the knot at the base already beginning to swell with arousal.
He catches me looking and smiles, a predatory expression that sends a fresh flood of slick between my thighs. “See something you like, Holly?”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond pretense or coyness now. “I want you inside me.”
His smile widens, revealing a dimple in his unscarred cheek that I’ve never seen before. “That’s the plan.”
He positions himself behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. The blunt head presses against me, and I tense involuntarily.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my lower back. “I won’t hurt you.”
I take a deep breath, forcing my muscles to release their tension. He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is exquisite—a burning fullness that borders on pain before tipping over into pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls as he bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass. “You’re so tight.”
