I cup his cheeks in my hands and lift his head enough to look into his eyes. “I appreciate the gentleman side of you, but if you stop and leave me hanging again, you’ve crossed the line to asshole.”
The smile in his eyes is mixed with something else, bewilderment maybe. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
Clearing my throat, I say, “I want to preface what I’m about to say with I was looking for a spare phone charger, but,” my eyes flick to the side, “there are condoms in the bedside table.”
He only stares at me for moments, his face an impassive mask, before he says, “That’s the best news I’ve heard all dayandfucking disturbing at the same time.”
The fact we are in his youngest sister’s bedroom is not lost on me, and I roll my lips between my teeth to stop my smile. I slide my thumb across his cheek. “Can we focus on the former? I’m not above begging at this point.”
His eyes volley between mine as his smile lights up his face. He pushes up to sit back on his heels and pulls me up into a sitting position in front of him. His eyes don’t leave mine when he pulls the sweater and t-shirt over my head, the overly cool air making my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
His eyes lower to my chest. “I knew you would be perfect.” He cups my breast and slides his thumb across the nipple, I arch my back wanting more of his touch.
Swinging my legs around, I get up on my knees and grab the front of his flannel to push it off his shoulders. I kiss him softly as he helps me get the tightly rolled sleeves down his arms and grab the hem of his t-shirt to pull it over his head.
As I drop the shirt onto the bed, I lean back and take in the sharp planes of his chest and stomach. His large biceps move and slope down his upper arm. My eyes scan the taunt skin and land on the V that dips into the waistband of his jeans.
My eyes meet his, and I smile. “Has anyone ever told you they want to lick every line of muscle on your body?”
He barks out a laugh. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard that.”
Sliding my hands up his chest, letting my fingers dip with every cut, I bring my lips just shy of touching his, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to die if you don’t touch me, Gray.”
His hands grab my hips, and he closes the distance between his lips and mine. His tongue pushes between my lips before he nibbles my bottom lip between his teeth. I breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers dip into the waistband of the sleep pants I’m wearing and slide down into the wet heat between my legs.
The tip of his finger teases my clit. “Fucking hell, you’re so wet. And bare.”
Pushing his finger inside me, the flames of my arousal double and I nearly come. His lips move across my jaw to my neck. “More, Gray. I need you.”
Suddenly, my pants are pushed down my hips, and his hands are behind my thighs. Everything tilts as he flips me onto my back like I’m a bale of hay, and tugs my pants off my legs. I bite back the squeal in my throat so no one will hear me and silently laugh, his eyes sparkle as he works the buckle of his belt loose.
“Where are they?” He looks toward the bedside table.
I push up on my elbow and turn on my side. “You do that, I’ll get it.” When I locate the package and turn back around, I suck in a breath at him fisting his cock and I think a damn tidal wave just coated my insides. Ripping the package open, I hand him the condom.
Watching him slowly roll it on is erotic as hell, and when I look back up into his eyes, hunger is looking back at me. I crook my finger and lay back, giving him the come here signal. The edge of his lip tips up and he falls forward, holding himself up on one forearm.
His tip bumps my opening, and I reach for him while lifting my head to kiss him. A growl rumbles in his chest when I wrap my fingers around him and slide up and down the shaft a couple of times, guiding him in.
Moving slowly, he rocks into me a little at a time, letting me adjust to his size. I wrap my legs around his hips and breathe into the kiss. “God, you feel good.”
“You okay?” He presses his forehead to mine and stills in me when he fills me completely, the stretch just on the edge of painful.
Nodding my head, I press my heels into his backside. “Move.”
He pulls out and we start our own rhythm, I meet his hips with each thrust, needing to feel all of him. Each time he pushes into me, my clit rubs against him and I push harder and he moves faster. “Gray.” I whisper his name just as my walls clamp down and start squeezing him with each pulse.
Mumbled curses warm my hair as he pushes through the end of my orgasm before he finds his own release.
Rolling onto his back, he pulls me to his side. “That was…”
“Amazing.” I finish his thought.
He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me to him.Lifting my head to rest my chin on his chest, I trace his nipple with my finger. I take a deep breath. “I’m glad you came up here.”
His hand grasps mine and holds it against his chest, his thumb caressing my palm. His eyes meet mine. “No regrets?”
I shake my head. “Uh-uh.”
