I call out his name as I unravel around those magic fingers on an earth-shattering orgasm.
Before I even open my eyes, his mouth captures my heavy pants. His hips push into mine, his body rests on one firm arm and the fingers of his other hand stroke hair from my damp temple.
‘How could it have taken me so long?’ He inhales the words like he’s asking himself the question.
My heart is pumping blood through my veins so hard and fast, I think it might explode. I couldn’t love him any more than I do, physically, mentally. Despite everything, I never want to be apart from him again. I want him, just as he is, flaws and all.
Hooking my arms around his waist, I pull his body closer to mine, seduced by his guttural murmur. ‘Make love to me, Gregory.’
‘Baby, you don’t have a choice.’
He slides one hand between us and guides himself to my entrance. My legs part further and he slides slowly into me, stretching me, filling me, making me whole again. As he draws out, his tongue wraps around mine and takes me to a world where only Gregory and I exist. A place where nothing and no one can wound us.
He moves slowly, his hips rotating with every delicious drive forward. My still-high insides work up again.
He rolls us, his hot, damp chest pressing against mine until he’s lying under me, his hands roaming every inch of the skin on my back. I drop my mouth to his neck and taste his saltiness, smelling sex on his flesh. I rise to my knees, pushing him deeper into me as I keep his rhythm and move in circles around his erection.
He grabs my breasts, cupping, stroking, tweaking the ends. My hips quicken, and I dig my hands into my hair as he lifts me higher. Then his hands are on my hips, slowing my rotations around him.
‘I don’t want this feeling to end,’ he whispers.
He’s so damn beautiful, I can’t resist him. I get lost in his kiss, unable to stop myself from building to the brink. My walls grip his thick cock.
His low growl into my mouth drives me higher as he rolls us again, quicker this time, and he’s back on top of me, my legs locked around his waist. His controlled thrusts intensify, until he’s pounding relentlessly and I feel him swell the last bit. He’s close and the thought sends my muscles into spasm.
‘Gregory!’
‘Together, baby.’
I squeeze his hips with my legs as my climax courses through me.
‘Jesus, Scarlett!’
He fills me, pulsing and thrusting, over and over, until his body trembles and he falls onto my chest, gently rotating his hips until every last drop of pleasure is taken from us both.
He rests his cheek against my sternum and strokes lazy fingers up and down my arm. This is right. This is exactly how things are supposed to be.
I wake in the night and smile when I feel his arm wrapped around me, pulling me onto his bare pec. I watch him peaceful, beautiful sleeping beneath me, until a contented sleep finds me again.
* * *
He sits at the head of the dining table, multiple cloched dishes surrounding him, a jug of fresh orange in the middle of the table next to a large cafetière of coffee. His hair looks roguish and bed messy in the hottest way. His captivating half-smile pulls on his lips when he spots me.
‘Good morning, Miss Heath.’
Standing behind him, I pull my fingers through his hair then press my lips to his scalp, inhaling his scent. ‘Mr Ryans.’
He takes my hand and presses my knuckles to his lips. I waste no time in stealing a kiss, enjoying the reminder of just how tender my own lips feel.
‘What do we have here?’ I ask, looking around the table. I take a cloche from the plate at the setting next to Gregory and grin.
‘Your favourite.’
I slip into a chair as Gregory pours me coffee, then I dig into my pancakes with crispy bacon and syrup. I can feel his eyes burning into me.
‘What are you thinking about?’
He takes my hand and turns his thumb slowly across the top. ‘Come home with me.’
