Grayden carried me down the hallway. The house wasn’t verybig, not much bigger in fact than the place I was renting him. Though of course I’d made every inch of this house personal to me and Ollie.
“My bedroom’s at the end,” I said.
“I figured it wasn’t the room covered in Lego models and comic books.”
Grayden carried me through the open door and set me on my feet. The lights were off in here, so I went to my nightstand and switched on the lamp.
This room was my sanctuary. The walls were a dusky blue with white wainscoting. My bed had a white duvet cover and tons of pillows in striped decorative cases. A low-slung upholstered chair sat in one corner next to my bookcase, which had a variety of used paperbacks from Silver Linings and well-worn hardbacks of my favorite classics.
I’d never had a guy here. Certainly not to spend the night.
Sudden shyness made me press my hands to my stomach. Which wasnotlike me when it came to sex. Usually I was fast and eager to get things going. Maybe because I never had an entire night to share with a partner, but still.
Grayden walked toward me. “Beautiful room for a beautiful girl.”
His next touch was soft, once again. A caress of his fingers moved from the crown of my head, over my hair, and down to rest on my collarbone.
“Can I undress you?” he asked.
My reply came out shaky, and I hoped Grayden didn’t notice. “Yes.”
Taking my hands, he walked backward and pulled me along with him. When he reached the chair by my bookcase, he sat. I stood between his open knees. Grayden stared up at me with a slight smirk that was just a touch wicked.
He was still holding my hands and tugged me forward until I kneeled on the chair, straddling his lap.
His fingers slid beneath mysweater. “Arms up.”
My sweater came off. The tank top beneath. My bra. He removed one layer after another without stopping. My breaths came in shallow pants.
“Want you so bad,” he murmured. “Look at you.”
Then Grayden was kissing my naked breasts. His tongue laved my nipple. His lips sucked the bud, and his brown eyes flicked up like he was checking how much I liked it.
Oh, I liked it.
I gasped and dug my hands into his hair. The air of my bedroom was a little cold against my back, yet the heat inside me and radiating from him was making sweat bead over my stomach.
His mouth moved to my other nipple and sucked until I was rocking my hips. Grayden’s cock was hard underneath me.
I wanted him naked, but I also didn’t ever want to move from this spot.
When both my nipples were deep pink and beaded and wet from his mouth, he sat back. His gaze was pure fire as he took me in. That shyness came over me again. Making me self-conscious, which was so weird for me.
Grayden unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing the pink triangle of my panties. With my legs spread like this as I sat on his lap, he couldn’t undress me much more than that. But he didn’t seem to mind.
He dragged heavy breaths through his nose and out again, his hands on my hips, thumbs barely grazing the silky fabric of my panties. Building up the anticipation.
“You’re gorgeous, Piper. I can’t get over it. So fucking perfect.”
“I’m not perfect.”
I liked myself, and I rarely worried about things like stretch marks from my pregnancy or how my breasts weren’t as perky as they used to be before motherhood.
But the way Grayden was looking at me just seemed to strip me bare. And I wasn’t even naked.
“Perfect for me,” he said, as his fingers caressed a stretch mark on my stomach. “Every bit of you.”
Absurdly, tears burned behind my eyes and in my throat. My eyelids closed and I breathed through it. Grayden pressed kisses to my exposed skin.
