Page 21 of Gray’s Surrender

“Not finished.”

“Neither am I.”

I kiss my way over her body, careful around the bruised side. When I reach her breasts, I take one nipple into my mouth and feel her arch. She opens my jeans the rest of the way, pushes them down and straddles my thighs. Her hair falls around us as she leans down and kisses me. I hold her waist loosely and let her set everything.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“You receiving something without checking every exit.”

“Door is locked.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

She rises and guides me against her, and I keep my eyes on hers as she lowers slowly. Heat closes around the head of my cock. Meg takes another inch, pauses to breathe, then continues until she’s seated deep on me. Her body tightens. “Good?” I ask.

“Very.”

She rolls her hips. Pleasure drags through me, slower and sharper than the garage. I grip her thighs, careful to avoid the sore side while she finds a rhythm. Meg rides me without rushing. Every lift exposes the wet length of me before she sinks back down. Her breasts move above me, and the sight nearly ends the patience she demanded. I catch one nipple between my fingers. Her pace breaks for half a second.

“Again,” she says.

I roll it gently, then harder. Meg leans forward, palms braced on either side of my head, and kisses me while her hips keep moving.

“I want you,” she says against my mouth.

“You have me.”

“Not as Ruby’s father.”

“No.”

“Not as Tank’s brother.”

“No.”

“You.”

The distinction reaches somewhere sex can’t. I slide one hand behind her neck. “You have all of me.” Meg goes still above me. I don’t take it back or smooth the words into something safer.

“That’s terrifying,” she whispers.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She kisses me again and starts moving harder. I let her. The need to roll her beneath me and take over the pace burns through every muscle. I hold still and let her have her way. The first circle of my thumb makes her gasp, and I keep the pressure steady while she rides me. Her body begins to tighten, soft warmth turning hard around my cock.

“Don’t look away,” she says.

“Wasn’t going to.”

Meg comes with her eyes on mine. Her mouth opens on a broken sound. Her hips lose their rhythm, but I hold her steady and keep my thumb moving through every deep pulse. When the tremors ease, I sit up. She wraps both arms around my shoulders. I keep one hand behind her back, away from the scrape, and take her mouth while I thrust up slowly. Meg shudders.

“Too much?”

“No. More.”