Grayson pressed his lips to the top of her head, the two of them curled together contentedly. Neither of them sought more, both satisfied with simply sharing the same space, the same air.
Wren wasn’t sure how much time passed as they sat there, letting the confessions of the last hour sink in deep. She also wasn’t sure who moved first. Perhaps they did so as a unit, but one minute, she was merely sitting on his lap, and the next, they were kissing like the plane was going down.
Wren shifted until she was straddling his lap, Grayson’s hands cupping her ass as she gyrated against him. They’d been here before, and it had been amazing…until…
Grayson broke the kiss and leaned away, piercing her with a look. “We’re adjusting, remember?”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that until we identify all your comfort zones, we talk things out first.”
“It’s my discomfort zones that are the trick.”
Grayson chuckled, lightly tugging her hair. “Then we’ll find those instead. Are you okay sitting like this?”
She nodded, punctuating that answer by grinding against his thick cock. “So okay.”
Grayson responded with a half groan, half laugh. “Dirty girl.”
No one had ever accused her of that before, but damn if she didn’t love the sound of it. Unable to resist, she lowered her head, the two of them kissing again, their tongues dueling. She nipped his once with her teeth, and he reciprocated by sucking her lower lip into his mouth.
They parted, gasping. Apparently, they were going to spend most of this night fighting for air. Either through laughter or kissing.
For a girl who panicked whenever she felt as if she was suffocating, she suddenly learned that not all drowning was bad.
“Gray,” she said. “I want you.”
“We don’t have to rush into?—”
She cupped his jaw, forcing him to look her straight in the eye. “I. Want. You.”
His wide grin told her that she’d convinced him with just those three words. “Stand up,” he said, in that deep voice that had her nipples rising to attention.
She rose, and Grayson followed suit. They took their time, slowly undressing each other, caressing and kissing every exposed inch until Wren swore her body was made of pure electricity. She tingled from head to toe.
Once they were both naked, Grayson resumed his spot on the couch, patting his thighs. “Crawl over me again, like before.”
She was there, on his lap, before he’d even finished his request. They kissed once more, but this time, she was focused less on his lips and more on his hands…and hers.
Grayson’s large palms cupped her breasts, squeezing her flesh while lightly pinching her nipples. Meanwhile, she ran her own hands over his muscular chest, teasing the light smattering of hair in the middle.
When the heat between them became scorching and Wren’s arousal hit fever pitch, she slid her hands lower, gripping Grayson’s thick, hard cock in her hand, stroking it the way he’d shown her previously.
He hissed in a sharp breath, letting her know she was doing it right.
“Goddammit,” he grunted, when she jerked him with one hand, the other drifting down to cup his balls. “Wren…baby, you keep doing that, and this night isn’t going to end the way either of us wants.”
She stilled for a moment, before the playful tease inside her—the one she never even knew was there—emerged, tightening her hold and stroking him faster.
Grayson quickly grasped her wrists, halting her movement, even as she fought him.
“Hold still, little bird.” His gaze left her face, searching the floor in front of the couch.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to grab a condom from my jeans.”
“I get the birth control shot. To help with my periods,” she quickly explained.
