Grayson stilled. That was when she recalled the woman who’d lied to him about being pregnant.
“Sorry. I forgot about…” she started, not finishing her sentence. She started to scoot off his lap so he could grab his jeans. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Grayson stopped her, his hands firmly gripping her ass. “Are you sure, little bird? Because there’s nothing I’d love more than to take you with nothing between us.”
She liked the sound of that. So, so much.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
Grayson kissed her as she writhed against him, his cock bumping against her clit until she saw stars. She thought she’d been turned on the other night, when he’d gone down on her and given her that mind-blowing orgasm.
Her need then was nothing compared to now.
It honestly felt as if she’d die without him inside her.
“We’ll do it like this,” he murmured against her lips. “Lift on your knees and put me inside you. You’re in control. Take what you want, what you need, and if it feels like too much or you get scared, all you have to do is stop.”
She appreciated his offer, even though it wasn’t necessary. His drugging kisses, sweet words, utter understanding, endless patience, and sexy touches washed away every bit of fear and doubt, leaving her with an overwhelming sense of rightness.
Wren lifted to her knees, his cock still in her hand as she guided him to her opening.
“Go slow,” he advised. “You’re tight, little bird, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she said.
Grayson would never hurt her. She knew that as surely as she knew her own name.
His hands shifted to her hips, and she got the sense he’d put them there to make sure she followed his direction.
They both hissed when she placed the head of his dick just inside her soaking-wet pussy. She’d never been so aroused in her life.
“Slowly,” he said again, though this time through gritted teeth.
He was right. It was a tight fit and she needed to stop to catch her breath.
He stroked her sides with his thumbs, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.
Wren wiped it away with a fingertip before slipping it into her mouth, her taste buds exploding with the salty flavor.
“Fuck me,” he murmured. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
No one had ever said anything like that to her before, so she didn’t realize just how powerfully those words would impact her.
They’d reached the point of no return. She could feel her body resisting him, feel the pinch that told her the next glide was going to hurt. But she wasn’t afraid.
Instead, she was overwhelmed with an emotion too strong to hold in.
“I love you,” she blurted—freezing as the words slipped out.
Her chest tightened as panic struck hard and fast.
Because…Jesus. It was way too soon for that.
“I mean?—”
“I love you too, little bird,” he replied. “I’ve been swallowing those words down for weeks. Feels good to be able to finally say them to you.” Then he grinned. “Of course, it feels even better to hear them.”
She closed her eyes when the tears she thought she’d finally beat down wet her lashes again. Not because she was sad, but because she was happy. Happier than she’d ever been in her life.
