Page 47 of Princessa
Grayson swung the door open, his hair wet, the mouthwatering scent of freshly showered man wafting under my nose. Already, I felt drunk on him, the way he smelled, my feelings, all the probabilities.
My woozy gaze soaked up a delicious mix of his bare chest and the sweatpants that hung low enough to show off his deep-setV. Of course, the concoction slammed me right between the legs.
He leaned against the door frame. “You okay?” His voice oozed with concern; his eyes drank me up like fine wine.
“May I come in?”
“You really wanna do that, Bella? ‘Cause if you step foot in here…”
“I overheard you tonight…when I got back from the restroom. Your father asked if you loved me.”
Fingers drummed the door frame. “And?”
“Is is true?” One step forward, I erased the intoxicating air between us until my body was pressed against his. Chin tilted up, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, my fingertips crawling up the natural flex of his biceps, then his shoulders. “Do you love me?”
Head tilted down, Grayson’s hooded eyes bored into mine. “So. Fucking. Much.”
His lips crashed down onto mine, and in one swift move, Grayson swept me up and in his arms, over the threshold, and into his room.
Legs locked around his waist, my back against the wall, our kiss was sloppy, needy, and wildly hot.
“Bella”—his hands slipped down to cup my thong-covered ass—“if you don’t want this tonight, we need to stopnow.”
But I didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to leave his arms, his room, abandon the prospect of exploring him, tasting him, feeling him.
“Grayson, please. I don’t want to stop.”
His lips left mine and the glare in his darker-than-normal eyes was lustfully demanding. “Tell me what you want, Bella. I need to hear you say it.”
Biting down on my lip, I rasped out four words that would forever change the course of our relationship: “Make love to me.”
In what felt like slow motion, Grayson carried me over to where he slept, setting me upright at the foot of his king-sized bed. I stood before him, vulnerable, surprised I didn’t forget how to breathe.
Instinctively, I took off my tank top, the cool air bringing my nipples to life. When I started to remove my panties, Grayson placed his hand on my wrist to stop me.
“Not yet, baby. Lay down on your back.” His voice was low, his directive, commanding, though not in an annoying alpha-hole way. Grayson had always been alpha-sweet—dominant but affectionate.
Doing as I was told, I lay on his bed, head atop a squishy pillow. The only light was that of his flat-screen television and when he grabbed the remote and shut that off, the room was lit by the night’s full moon.
It was quiet, save for our collective breathing—my near panting—as a pair of ravenous eyes glazed over me, admiring my half-naked body, legs open on his bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bella.” His muscle-toned chest rose and fell on tattered breaths.
Climbing onto the bed, he moved unhurriedly, like a panther in the night, stalking his prey, carnivorous, eager to pounce.
My thighs trembled when he lowered himself on top of me, a soft sigh escaping my lips at how incredible his chest felt pressed against my breasts. His sweatpants were still on, but it was pretty evident that what he had inside was growing harder and intent on making an appearance. “Ever have an orgasm, baby?”
Embarrassed by my lack of experience, heat flooded my cheeks. “No…”
“Not even when you’re alone in bed, horny as fuck, body begging for a release?” His fingertips grazed the outer part of my naked thigh.
“Not even then,” I said, my tongue skimming over his lower lip. Vividly, my mind recalled how I’d come close to touching myself earlier that afternoon—right after he explained, via text, all the sexual ways we would have spent our afternoon, if I weren’t still a virgin.
“You’ll have several new experiences tonight, baby, and I can’t wait to make you come against my mouth”—he squeezed my ass—“then all over my cock.”
Holy, shit.
We didn’t speak over the long seconds that passed, but our lips and tongues were in steady motion, in unison with the grinding of our hips.
