He holds my cheeks as he whispers my name and takes my mouth again. My hands roam hungrily over the skin of his bare back then I slip my fingers into his hair, pulling him to me like I can’t get close enough.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this for five weeks,’ I say.
‘Baby, I’ve thought about you every minute of every day.’
‘How can you hurt me so badly and be the only person who can fix me?’
His forehead meets my brow and the tip of his nose grazes mine. ‘Because we’re meant to be together, baby. I knew that the first time I met you. I think I knew I loved you the second I saw you in my boardroom. It just took me a while to get here and I’m sorry it did. I’ll never hurt you again, Scarlett, I promise.’
‘I know.’
‘I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life protecting you.’
‘I know.’
‘You’re the only woman for me. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, plain as night.’
I smile, genuinely, for the first time since he’s been here. ‘Plain as day.’
His chest chugs as a short laugh escapes his delectable lips. A sound I’d like to hear every day for the rest of our lives: his happiness.
Our mouths meet and he lifts my legs around his waist and takes us to the bed. Sitting me on the edge, he slides my cami up my body, his fingertips teasing my skin. I raise my hips as he slides the shorts down my legs before standing to push his own bottoms to the floor, revealing himself, proud and ready.
Raising my chin with his index finger and thumb, he pushes his lips against mine, then lifts me back up the bed. My legs fall wide as he crawls between them. The weight of his body between my thighs presses his hard length against my stomach, a feeling I savour. He leans forward, resting his forearms either side of my head, and strokes my hair back from my brow.
‘Kiss me,’ I beg.
He does. At first, soft and tender. Then his pace quickens, the force of his mouth, the turn of his tongue, and I match him, stroke for stroke, both audibly drowning in each other.
‘I’ve never wanted anything so much, Scarlett. You own me,’ he whispers, grinding against me.
I shift my head to one side as he sucks and nibbles my neck, working his way to my collarbone, gently blowing warm air across my skin. Taking his weight on one arm, he cups my breast in his other hand and tweaks the already hardening nipple. I close my eyes when his mouth wraps around the sensitive tip, a feeling that speaks to my entire body. I squeeze my thighs around his hips as his teeth take over and pull my flesh, somewhere between pain and pleasure, sending my insides into turmoil.
He kisses my sternum and starts working a line down my navel. My back arches as he reaches the bottom of my stomach. In my mind, I’m begging him to move three inches lower but my words are lost in heavy pants as I squirm beneath him.
He waits, hovering, not touching me, sending me into a frenzy. Then he blows gently from the bottom of my stomach. A line. Down. Down.
I gasp as his breath caresses the top of my sex. He parts me with his fingers and continues his trail of hot air, my hips jolting forward when he strokes my swollen clit.
‘Gregory.’ His name leaves my mouth as a desperate plea.
‘Tell me what you need, baby.’
My fevered muscles respond to his words, tightening.
‘You. I need you.’
He leans forward and offers two fingers to my mouth. I take them slowly from the base, sucking them like I would his cock as a low rumble escapes his chest. Then he shocks me by moving his wet fingers straight to my arse, stroking them over my hole. He bends towards me and my entire body stills in anticipation. He makes me wait, enhancing my yearning to have him. Then his tongue meets my clit and he pushes his fingers into my aching sex, the double assault making me cry out, my back arch higher, my head dig back into the bed.
‘You’re so wet, baby.’
He moves his fingers, working me in circles, stroking my spot in time to the whirl of his tongue around my bud, building me to an orgasm I’ve desired for too long. My hands move to his hair, keeping his head right where I need him to be. He removes his fingers and slides his tongue down, dipping inside me, tantalising the charged skin of my entrance. My breaths speed up, coming fast and heavy, my mind clouding in a heady euphoria.
My insides tense, craving his depth. As if reading my mind, his fingers are back inside me, two, then three, taking me higher. As his tongue strikes a line over my clit, my shoulders rise from the bed, I reach out my hands and grip the bedsheets.
‘Gregory!’
‘Come for me, baby. I want to see what I do to you.’ He rams his fingers hard into me. His tongue continues to swirl my clit. My muscles spasm and he grates out a wild sound I feel against my sex, my undoing.
