I wake to a dark room, my heart racing and that all-too-familiar whooshing sound fills my ears. My palms are getting sweaty, and the silhouettes in the room start to blur.
A soft sound makes its way through the heavy rushing of my blood. Slowly, my body starts to regulate, to relax. That’s snoring. Soft snoring.
Grizz.
I close my eyes and count to ten, then open them again, reminding myself where I am.
I’m in the cabin with Grizz and Dorothea. I’m not with those horrible men any more. I don’t know what triggered this minor panic attack—a dream maybe.
I’m still shaking when I push myself up and crawl over to Grizz, who is sitting on the other end of the couch sleeping. Fromhere, I make out Dorothea asleep in her travel crib in her room, the moonlight coming in through the slats in the shades on the window and shining over her.
My gaze goes back to Grizz, and my body fills with peace and warmth. Nothing in this world has ever brought me comfort like him. Just looking at him… it’s like magic. How could I not want to give every single part of myself to this man? Not just my body, but my heart?
When I told him I loved him, he didn’t freak out. He looked joyful and happy, and I want to see that look on his face all the time. I throw my leg over his lap, and he startles, but recognition fills his eyes and he gives me a soft smile. Before he can say anything, I lean down to kiss him. His hands find my hips, holding on as I deepen the kiss.
He groans into my mouth, hands tightening around me. They slide under my shirt, going up my back. Large, slightly rough, but somehow still smooth.
“You’re sweating.” He pulls away, looking into my eyes. His are full of concern.
“Bad dream,” I say, leaning down to kiss him again, but he backs away.
“Are you okay?”
“Grizz…”
“Yeah, Angel?” He smirks.
“I really appreciate how much you care, but I want you. Right now. I don’t care about anything else.”
His lips part, and I wait for him to respond, but he says nothing. I wait for him to give me another excuse as to why we can’t do this, but then he flips us, so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. It’s my favorite position. I love feeling his weight on me. I love feeling like I have a shield over me.
I wrap my legs around him as his mouth goes to my neck, sucking on my skin gently. He nips at my jaw, licking his way back to my mouth.
“I’m not prepared for this.”
“It’s okay if it’s quick,” I say.
He pulls back with a humored smile. “I meant no condoms.”
I pull him down to kiss me again. Things get heated quickly. He’s hard and grinding against me, and I tell him, “I don’t care about condoms.”
“That’s not smart.”
I reach between us, flicking open the button on his jeans. “I don’t care.”
His forehead rests on mine, and he sucks in a sharp breath when I slide my hand into his pants and grasp his dick.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper.
“Angel…” he says, thrusting into my hand.
“Please, Grizz. I want this. I’mfine.”
Something between a moan and a growl leaves him and he sits back on his knees, tugging off his shirt and tossing it away. I take him in, which only makes me want him more. Thick, muscled arms. Wide chest with a thick dusting of hair between his pecs and down his stomach, around his belly button. He doesn’t have defined abs, but he doesn’t need them. I love him the way he is.
He gets to his feet and shoves down his pants. My mouth waters as I watch him undress, getting down to just his black boxer briefs. He crawls back onto the couch, settling over me again. We kiss for so long that my lips start to go numb. I feel him hard between my legs, and I feel how soaked I am for him. I’m aching to feel him inside me.
Grizz gets my shirt off, then my bra, looking down at my breasts in awe. He swipes his thumb over my left nipple, and I feel the milk dribble down. He leans down to lick it up, then hismouth latches over my nipple and sucks. I moan loudly, my body arching into him. I hear him swallow, and he sucks again.
