Page 28 of Princessa
Laughter with her proved effortless mainly because she played the wit-card so well. “Hell, if people can have an emotional support peacock then…” I trailed off, unable to stifle my laugh as she too, burst out into giggles.
Tilting her chin up so her eyes met mine, I said, “I can totally understand how living in a new city and starting a new job can cause stress. But, what about me adds to the equation?”
The seconds that ticked by were deafening.
“I’m scared, Grayson.” Her breath hitched. “Scared of getting hurt, afraid I’ll let myself fall so utterly hard and fast, only to lose you in the end.”
Every one of her words, spoken with a quiver, broke me. In a matter of minutes I went from feeling like a knight in shining armor, lusting over a bewitching goddess, to one who’d been jousted in the heart by the blunt edge of affliction—her affliction.
“Arabella, sweetheart, with God as my witness, I promise to never hurt you.”
My lips captured hers in a kiss that started out slow, easy, and sensually mind-blowing, until she was on her back, arms locked around my neck, fingers trotting wildly through my hair. When I moved on top, her smooth-as-fuck legs were around my waist, my erection grinding against her heat as our wet kiss went from semi-sweet to full-on blazing.
God, to say I wanted,neededher would have been the understatement of the damn century, especially when my hands cruised under her T-shirt, copping a generous feel of her pert tits, nipples hard as stone. Truth is, the old me would have removed that shirt, licked her from nipple to clit, then fucked her with my tongue and cock all the way to kingdom come.
Yet, Arabella brought out something in me I never knew existed. A longing to put her needs before mine—and Blue Balls Spike. She was indeed special, and as hot and heavy as things were getting on that bed, our first time together shouldn’t have been fueled by a moment of vulnerability.
“Bella,” I growled, crashing down from the carnal high the woman rocking her hips beneath me provoked. Breaking our smoldering kiss, I nipped her lower lip, second-guessing my decision to initiate a cock-block. “I’m not gonna try and pretend I don’t want you, that I’m not dying to rip your clothes off and devour every inch of your glorious body, watch you come unraveled against my tongue”—slowly, my hands traveled from her perfect rack and onto a set of perfect thighs—“but, baby, we can’t do this,weshouldn’tdo this tonight.”
