He lets out a strangled, surprised laugh. “I don’t know how much damage that cat is capable of.”
“Harrison, then,” I shoot back.
He raises his eyebrows through a grin. “That, I’d like to avoid.” His face softens, and he gently reaches up to my cheek, brushing a tear away with his thumb. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” he murmurs.
I take in a shaky breath, barely even realizing that the tears had slipped free. “I—I think …” I stammer. “I think it’s because I’m in love with you.”
Graham’s eyes widen, and the corners of his mouth tick upward. “Is that a good thing?” he asks hesitantly.
“It is now,” I choke out, and suddenly his lips are on mine.
I whimper into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulls my body flush against his, into his lap. His tongue moves against mine, taking me, claiming me, devouring me whole. His hands slide along my body, under my t-shirt, under my bralette, his fingers deftly skimming the sensitive skin, tugging moans from my lips, which he simply kisses me through.
His fingers gently pinch my nipples, and I whimper, grinding my hips against him. I feel him smile against my mouth as one of his hands travels south, slipping under the waistband of my shorts, then my underwear, to slide along my slit.
“So wet for me,” Graham murmurs against my lips before slipping a finger inside of me.
I cry out, breaking the kiss to throw my head back as he thrusts his finger in and out of me.
“God, I missed the sounds you make,” he breathes, trailing kisses along my collarbone. “Such perfect, perfect sounds.”
I buck my hips, riding his fingers, desperate for more—more of this, more of him, more of everything. So when Graham pulls his hand away, I nearly whimper in disappointment.
“Take everything off,” Graham demands, his hands going to his belt buckle. I scooch away from him so he can wrangle out of his jeans while I get to work shedding my shorts, underwear, shirt, and bralette. Graham takes a condom from his wallet,tearing it open with his teeth, his eyes on me, and then guiding it over his cock.
Once it’s on, he sits with his legs spread on the floor and beckons me to him. I crawl over awkwardly, a bit unsure of the logistics of what he’s asking me to do. But he patiently guides me to sit in his lap, my legs wrapped around his torso and my arms around his neck. He reaches a hand between us and guides his cock to my entrance, teasing me for a few moments by swirling it around my wetness, before slowly lodging himself.
Then, his eyes go to mine, dark with arousal. “Sit down, sweetheart,” he says.
I do, slowly, feeling the stretch of him gliding into me. My mouth opens on a gasp, but unlike the other times we’ve done this, it isn’t quite as much of a shock. When he’s fully seated within me, Graham’s hands go to my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, and he begins rocking me back and forth.
I whine as his cock thrusts in and out of me. And while I’m on top, and I’d think I’d be doing most of the work, Graham is still somehow the one running the show here. He bounces me up and down like I’m a ragdoll, and I cling to his shoulders for support.
After a few moments, I get the hang of the rhythm, and soon Graham’s hands fall to the floor, supporting himself as I shamelessly ride his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” Graham praises, his gaze glued to the way my breasts bounce with each thrust.
“Oh mygod,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I bounce up and down.
And just when I’m almost to the edge, Graham sits up, wrapping his arms around me and spinning us so that I’m pinned to the floor and he’s over top of me. He’s still inside me and continues thrusting, although slower this time—lazily, as if he plans to pin me down and fuck me like this all night.
One of his hands cups the back of my head, protecting it from the hardwood, while the other guides my leg to wrap around his waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh.
“Fuck, Trouble,” he says, his gaze skimming along my face, my body, back to my eyes. He slides out slowly, then in. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, giving me another slow thrust.
I writhe beneath him, the pace of his movement torturous, but in the best possible way.
“I love you,” he whispers, his eyes on mine. “I didn’t think I’d ever be saying that to anyone, but here we are.” He brushes his thumb along my cheek and smiles. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I breathe.
Graham presses his lips to mine and moves faster. I whimper into his mouth, feeling the pressure building and building. And when he snakes a hand between us to find my clit, it’s as if the world explodes around us.
I cry out, limbs shaking, as Graham chases his climax, tumbling off the edge after me. Graham kisses me through the aftershocks as we come down from our high, and when we’re nothing but a sweaty, tangled mess on the floor, we end up grinning at each other like a couple of idiots.
“You love me, huh?” Graham says with a silly grin.
“You said it first,” I say with an eyeroll.
