He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, exhaling heavily. “Nothing’s wrong, baby, nothing. I just…” He licks his lips and looks up at me, and the insecurities slowly start to creep in.
“I like you, Holly,” he finally says, eyes darting back and forth between mine. “I like you a hell of a lot more than I should after only knowing you for what, a month? For only getting to be with you in person a handful of times. We’ve spent a few days together, really fucking great days, and believe me, I want nothing more than to strip you down, turn you over with your ass in the air and watch as I pound into you. I want your screams to echo off the walls of my house,believe me.”
I suck in a breath at the mental image of that, and my thighs instinctively rub together. Grayson doesn’t miss the movement, and his hand drops from my hip to my thigh, curling his fingertips around the inside of my leg. “Fuck, don’t make me regret trying to do the right thing here.” He chuckles softly as his eyes stay focused on thespot between my legs where his fingers are dangerously close to touching.
“I like you,” he says again. “I like you to the point that I don’t want our relationship to start off with sex, or to have sex be the main point. I want to take my time with you.” His eyes meet mine, gauging my reaction. “I want us to take our time together. When the time comes, I want to make sure that we’re both ready, that it’s not just some heat of the moment act.”
I swallow a ragged breath, my throat working around a scratchy ball of cotton. “Is this the friendship speech again?”
His grip on my thigh tightens, pulling my attention. “I’ve already told you, baby, you’re more than my fucking friend. I don’t bring my friends into my bedroom. I don’t want to fuck my friends. All I’m saying is, it doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
“Yeah, I get it.” He’s right, I guess, that our relationship is new, but shit, this is incredibly embarrassing considering I’ve been practically dry humping his side since we ran out of the fireworks show. But he has a point, and as much as my body doesn’t agree with it, my heart knows what he’s saying makes sense. Thankful that the shadows from the dark room are hiding my disappointment, I situp, looking to the floor for my clothes when a heavy palm drapes across my stomach, pulling me back.
“Don’t mistake what I’m saying, Hol.” Grayson's baritone voice brushes against my ear, and he wraps his other arm around my waist, pulling me roughly into him. My back melts against his chest, and when he drifts a hand down to palm me over my underwear, I can’t help but roll my hips against him.
“When I say I don’t think we should fuck tonight, it doesn’t mean that I want you to leave.” He brushes his thumb over my underwear, managing to find my clit, and my head drops back to rest on his shoulder when he starts to rub slow, firm circles. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t plan on stripping off this flimsy piece of fabric you call underwear. It doesn’t mean that I’m not going to beg to taste what I know is going to be a perfect pussy. I’m dying to taste you, baby, to see if your cunt tastes as good as your lips.”
“Grayson,” I moan, reaching a hand up to grip the back of his neck. He bites down on my shoulder, and I hiss.
“I want us to take our time, sweetheart. We don’t have to fuck tonight, or the next time we’re together. Or the next. There’s no rush because I’m not going anywhere. In my mind, we have all the time in the world. I want to touch you, taste you,learnyou. I want to feel your orgasmagainst my mouth, and then I’m going to take you in the kitchen and cook you dinner. And after that, I’d like to pull you into my bed and have you stay the night with me.”
Well, hell. When he phrases it like that, how on earth am I supposed to resist?
He pulls me back, and I let him lie me down on the bed, and this time when he climbs over me, there’s no hesitation. He starts with my mouth, brushing soothing kisses against my lips before he moves down my body, to my chest, pulling one aching nipple into his mouth. His hand comes up to the other, and he pinches it, rolling my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Grayson,” I whine, needing more.
“I’ll get you there, baby. I don’t want to rush this and lose you. When we take that next step, when I take you and claim you, there won’t be any going back for me. So, when that day comes, you need to be ready.”
Holy hell, this man may actually kill me.
“And if you decide that you aren’t sure,” he continues. “That you want to wait, or you need to think and you want to go home alone tonight, that’s okay. I promise I’m still going to call you tomorrow and ask to see you again.”
Grayson is the dichotomy of every man I’ve ever met. He lets his heart rule his actions. There’s consent, there’srespect, but Grayson takes that to another level, and it’s something no one has ever offered me in the past. I reach one of my hands up to gently push against his shoulder, and he lets me move him until he’s lying on his back. I swing a leg over him so I’m straddling him, rotating my hips slowly over his still-hard cock before leaning down to take his mouth in another kiss. I nip his bottom lip, pulling back to briefly lick the area before I whisper against his mouth, “Enough talking, cowboy. How about you show me what else that mouth can do.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Holly
Awave of relief washes over Grayson’s face, followed by intense heat as his hands come up to grip my waist. He flips me onto my back, immediately covering my body with his. And then his mouth is on me, kissing me until we’re breathless, until we’re both gasping for air.
His hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, my thighs. His fingertips dig into my hips, gripping me as if he’s never going to let me go. He curls his hands around the band of my underwear, and I lift my hips to usher them off.
Only to feel a tug and hear a rip clear the air.
He pulls back with a cheeky grin on his face, and I want to scold him since those were somewhat expensive, but he’s already moving down my body, licking and nipping at the skin on my stomach then below my belly button.When his face is between my legs, he grasps me by the knees, lifting them up and out to spread me wide for him.
I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but Grayson can’t pull his eyes from me.
“Baby,” he rasps, moving onto his elbows between my spread legs. I rest my calves across his broad shoulders, practically squirming on the bed as he admires me. “You’re dripping, baby,” he says as he swipes a finger slowly through my slit. A soft hum leaves his throat. “Is this all for me?”
His voice is dangerously low. I think I could get off to his voice alone, really. I could touch myself and imagine him commanding me in that dark, low tone he has. His fingertips swirl around my clit, and I grind my hips against his hand, wanting to chase his movements.
He takes his time tracing me. His fingers move through me before he pulls my lips apart.
“Grayson,” I pant as I reach a hand down to his head. He doesn’t fight as I usher him toward my spread legs. His arms move under my legs, hands splaying across my stomach to hold me in place. And with a long, pointed lick, he licks from my center all the way up to my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
I can’t help the exaggerated moan that escapes me. It’s low, drawn out with a heavy sigh as he gets to work, tasting me like I’m his new favorite meal.
