“Gray,” she said, her voice suddenly husky. She’d recently started shortening his name the same way his family did, and that casual familiarity was as much of a turn-on as her response to him pulling her hair. “I… God, I…”
They hadn’t discussed her inexperience. Honestly, it didn’t seem necessary. Given her skittishness at the beginning, it was obvious she was in uncharted waters in regards to a sexual relationship.
“Your timeline,” he reminded her, even though they’d been dancing around this line for weeks, getting closer, wanting more.
Her hands slid over his chest, not stopping until they reached his waist. Once there, she slipped them beneath the hem of his shirt, lifting it so she could stroke his bare skin.
He wanted more, so he reached behind his head, grabbing the neckline of his T-shirt. With one swift motion, he pulled it off completely.
Wren’s eyes widened. Not in fear but in pure admiration. A man would die happy if that appreciative look was the last he ever saw.
She lost no time resuming her caress, but now she added her lips to the game. Scooting down his thighs, she gave herself enough room that she could lower her head and drag her tongue over his pecs.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warned in a gruff tone.
He felt her lips tip up with a smile as she kissed, then twirled her tongue over one of his brown nipples. “Maybe,” she replied coyly.
Grayson closed his eyes briefly, searching for patience. Or maybe it was more accurate to say he was praying for divine intervention. Not that either were available at the moment.
He used his grip on her hair to tug her head back, and he swore his cock tripled in size at the look of pure, unadulterated need on her face. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever known, and he was in serious danger of getting lost in those expressive bright blue eyes of hers.
“Wren,” he repeated, trying to warn her again. He would never take a woman without her consent, never let things go further than she was comfortable with, but he was only human. He was terrified of moving forward without knowing the boundaries first.
Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to his jaw, then another.
His hands landed on her hips, firm, resolute, as she tried to shimmy her way back up.
“Little bird.” The endearment came out rough.
She moved until they were pressed together again, and his head tipped back against the couch.
“Jesus,” he muttered, the word half groan, half harsh breath.
While he hadn’t come completely clean with her, letting her know exactly what he’d meant when he said she was his at the Harvest Dance, he knew. And as such, he also knew how much rode on him doing this right. He was in this forever, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up simply because his dick was fighting tooth and nail to override his brain.
She lifted slightly, slowly sinking back down so that her pussy dragged along his erection. The sensation caused him to gasp, and Wren to shiver. If a simple motion like that felt that so overpowering, how incredible would it be when there was nothing between them?
“Wren,” he said, his voice strained. “You keep doing that and we’re about to have a very different conversation.”
For a moment, neither of them moved. The air felt charged and heavy, like they were one spark away from setting a fire neither of them could quench.
“What if…” she started. “What if I want more?”
“How much more?” he forced himself to ask.
She bit her lower lip, and he hated the sudden doubt in her eyes.
“You can ask me for anything, little bird. I’d give you the world if it was mine to offer.”
Wren blinked a few times, and he could practically see her processing those words, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
Once they sank in, she swallowed deeply. “I want to see all of you. I’ve never seen…” That lower lip disappeared under her teeth again.
“Do you just want to look?”
She shook her head.
Ordinarily, Grayson was a dominant lover. When it came to his sexual affairs, he took the lead, called the shots without a lot of conversation, but with her, he needed to proceed with caution. More communication was necessary.
