"All of them. Whatever comes to mind. Your favorite book. Favorite memory. Favorite dream we shared. Favorite blanket. Favorite car. Anything. Everything. And take your shirt off for me."
I slipped it over my head, abandoning it beside me. "Alright. Your shorts have to go, too.
Grayson ditched them and lowered himself between my thighs, opening me up. "Fuck, Love. Look at you."
"I'd rather look at you."
"Watch how much I enjoy you, then."
He dragged the tip of his tongue over my clit, and I moaned, arching my hips.
His gaze met mine expectantly, waiting, his tongue flicking slowly over the sensitive bud.
I knew what he wanted.
A favorite. Any kind of favorite.
My mind scrambled for an answer, just so he'd give my body what it wanted.
"My favorite books are romances with fae in them, written by a human.The Forbidden Matestrilogy. They're Rapunzelretellings. There's a magical jungle. They can't control their magic, and—"I gasped out a curse, nearly arching off the bed as he licked me again, working my clit just the way I needed him to.
Then stopped.
"My favorite dessert is mini cupcakes."
He rewarded me with another stroke of his tongue. Only one, though. "I knew that already. Try again."
"My favorite ice cream comes from this cute little dairy a few miles from the orchard. Ollie's."
He licked me again.
I didn't wait until he stopped this time, forcing myself to come up with more of my favorites so he would keep going. I was full-on rambling, by then, but I didn't care. I'd ramble if I had to.
"I love the fuzzy pillows on our bed the most, even though the smooth ones are easier to lean against. I love the light green blanket on the couch more than the dark green one. I love the way dew used to gather on the outsides of my windows some mornings, but never made it to the ground because of the spells. I love the way a house smells when someone's cooking something, even though I've never really been able to cook."
I went on.
And on.
And on.
Until I was soaked and desperate, and Grayson was practically glowing with the lust he'd taken from me and given me.
"Shift," I breathed, and he did. My hands gripped the horns that grew on his head, and when I dragged my thumbs over the tips, he growled at me.
I did it again.
He dragged me off the couch and pinned me to the thick, soft rug beneath him, like he had when I made him fight me all those weeks ago.
"Tell me you're sure, Mer." His voice strained, his eyes an electric shade of green that I'd never seen anywhere else before. It was deep and bright at the same time, energetic and calm and powerful.
"You asked me about my favorite dream," I said. "It was the one when you lost control. After everything went to shit with your family. When you fucked me like you couldn't hold back anymore. I wished it was real so badly that I woke up in tears, wishing you were there with me."
He clenched his jaw tighter. "We have to take it slow."
"We will. As slow as you want."
"Do you have your phone? In case it goes wrong?"
