Page 94 of My Grape Crush
“Is that okay?” he asks in a hushed voice.
Aware of nothing except the force field we make touching, and unable to form a coherent reply, I nod consent.
He wets his finger, teases me for a moment, then slowly pushes his finger inside. No buildup. A sudden rush of warmth and pleasure rolls into my head.
“I’ve never done this,” I say, my voice trembling on the edge of discovery.
He licks his lips. “Me either.”
He pumps a little deeper, his moves slow, calculated, tender. A small tight spot in my throat begins to dissolve, melting down into my breasts and stomach. Untamed noises spill out of me, my flesh so profoundly alive from his touch. How deep my hunger dwells is the lesson here, taught for the first time. It’s exhilarating and terrifying and so intimate all at the same time.
I rock tight against his dick while my ass clenches around his finger, pulling it in deeper.He makes a feverish noise from the back of his throat, bitten-off sounds of need. His gaze brims with the same amazement I feel vibrating in my blood.
Eye to eye, the message is clear: we both need to get this day out of our systems.
“Dani,” he murmurs. “You look so beautiful.”
I thrust my hips forward, grinding my pearls hard on his erection for maximum damage. He swells inside me, and oh, what a wicked feeling. My heart unlocks, my soul opening wide, beckoning him to join me wherever this darkly inquisitive journey takes us. I ride the delicious shock of his finger, my body burning with the forbidden pleasure of two blinding sensations.
He drives into me with steady, deep strokes, harder the louder I moan. Is this what it feels like to give yourself in full trust? He’s making me feel sexy and wild in a way I never have before. No choice but to give in to that feeling, letting it carry me over the edge into bliss.
Within minutes, that familiar warm tingling curls up inside me, reverberating through my body from the inside out. I’m rocking forward and back, reaching for the high.
Rhys never lets up, building in tempo, pushing into me again and again, the sounds of our choppy frantic breathing becoming dim as I fall into a deep oblivion.
“Fuck, Dani,” he rasps and gives up control. With a clipped groan, he thrusts his hips in one final, marauding command, his warmth spilling into the tightened space of my spasming flesh. Shudders slam through me, leaving nothing but a dazzling trail of stars in my brain.
Chapter Thirty
RHYS
When I wake up,my eyes feel sore and crusted with sand. I peel them open and blink into the half light of an unfamiliar room. Dark purple walls. Frilly curtains and a flower-patterned duvet that smells of lavender. There's a fretful moment of uncertainty and a grasp for recollection—to figure out exactly where I am.
And then it hits me.
It all hits at once.
The sweet scent of her. All my achy limbs. Dani’s side of the bed is cool to the touch, but her pillow still has a Dani-sized dent in it. I snuggle into the downy softness, a relieved breath shuddering out of me.I was an absolute train wreck last night—everything inside of me angry and tense, heart breaking all over her floor. It was insane (and maybe stupid) to go where I did. Never felt the urge before. But you hold tight on to every available lifeline when you’re falling apart. And I needed her entire being to stop me from skidding into the depths.
I roll onto my back, fingering the chain around my neck and the familiar ridges and curves of the Seneca pendant. The elderly Italian woman who clasped it around my neck in Rome on my sixteenth birthday freaked me out at first. She had the air of a fortune teller—head scarf, a lazy eye, and giving off cryptic vibes. And she refused to take any money, claiming it was a gift—for someone who looked like he could use a wise friend.
Engraved on the back is a Seneca quote that became one of my favorites: “Time discovers truth.”
How apropos that, last night, I had the years peeled back to reveal a different me—the quiet, shy teenager gone up in smoke, replaced by a man ready to live his best life, rising from the ashes with his beautiful phoenix. All this time, I’ve been waiting, wanting, and searching for a woman too impossible to believe in anymore. And then the universe delivers me to Dani. On the hallowed grounds of Nero Vino, no less.
It was all so dreamlike.
So fucking meant to be.
“Rhys?”
The door creaks open, and Dani’s there, dressed in nearly nothing. Her nipples shine through the black lace slip trimmed with red bows. Sexy as hell, hair falling in loose cascades around her shoulders. Once again, I’m a guided missile locked onto my target.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Hey there,” I say, my voice thick with sleep.
“I just wanted to check in on you,” her voice low and sensual behind that killer smile. “It’s almost eleven.”
