“You’re really going to lie to me?”
She huffed at being caught out.
“You hate when you don’t get your way,” I said, amused by her behaviour.
I’d seen how wilful she was and appreciated the quality until it meant her resisting me. She could possess all the fire in the world as long as it didn’t stop me from getting what I wanted.
“You’re the same,” she shot back.
“I never said it was an undesirable trait.”
She softened again. “What do you want, Gray?”
“Exactly the same as you.” I leaned in and played with a loose strand of her hair. “Satisfaction.” I dropped a light kiss at her jaw.
“Gray,” she whispered.
“Mmm?”
“We’re going to get in trouble.”
She hadn’t told me to stop.
“Then we should leave,” I told her.
My aura wrapped around us, taking us back to hers. In moments, we were standing inside of the front hallway of her house, and she pushed me away.
“Gray!” Scott yelled, looking furious. “Do you ever listen? We were around loads of people. You can get in serious trouble. And… Matthew —”
I rolled my eyes in response to her outburst. “I’ll deal with the consequences if they come.”
Cupping her face with one hand, I put the other arm around her bare waist. Scott was still warm from the sun, but goosebumps rose across the surface of her skin. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was mine. Her body listened to me, and her mind followed.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Scott.”
Her hands were planted on my bare chest, and she bit her lip, fighting with herself.
“You tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll leave you alone,” I explained.
In her eyes, the decision had been made, but I wanted her to tell me. It took a few moments before she finally broke.
“What are you waiting for?”
I struggled to focus when Gray was this close and semi-naked. Every part of me wanted to stick to my guns and tell him no, but my body craved to feel him again. The pleasure and the peace that Gray provided were something I desperately searched for in late nights and early mornings. It evaded me at every turn until I’d given into him.
Grayson was my twisted salvation that I never knew I needed.
How fucked up that a God I’d forsaken, a God I would never turn to, ended up being the one who kept my sanity and brought balance to my life?
“What are you waiting for?” I asked him, losing all my resolve.
Gray smirked as he unclasped my top, and it fell from my body. I hooked my thumbs into my bottoms and pulled them down my legs. When I straightened up, I looked at Gray through my lashes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice had a gravelly edge to it.
If Gray wanted, he could find out exactly what I was thinking, but he wanted me to tell him. This was another layer to the game. Asking me for my thoughts instead of taking them was another sign of me giving into him. I preferred it this way. Preferred to offer them before he took them from me.
“I want you inside me,” I told him simply.
