Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,119

to, but we’re not leaving this room until I’m screaming your name. I want to feel you for days.”

A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth as a deep growl rumbles through his chest. “Fuck it.”

In one smooth motion, Grayson’s arm curls around my waist and he flips us over until I’m laying back on the table. A soft needy gasp pulls from deep within me as I stare up at him with wide, excited eyes. What the hell is this? I don’t even remember how we got here. One minute I was watching the tattoo artist work, and the next thing I know, Grayson is about to tear me to shreds in the best way possible. All I know is that I have to have him now, and if I don’t, heads are going to roll.

Grayson stares down at me, and the hunger in his eyes is almost enough to have me coming on the spot, but I won’t dare. I have a feeling that I’m in for a treat and I’ll be damned if I fuck it up now.

The grin across his face is doing all sorts of things to my body, but it’s his skin upon mine that really gets me. He’s like fire, burning me up in all the best ways. I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this, but the look in his eyes tells me that he’s been waiting a shitload longer.

Grayson pulls back, looking down at my body and scanning his heated, dark stare over my curves, my tits, hips and waist. He brushes his fingers over my skin and sends goosebumps soaring over me, making me squirm beneath his touch. A shiver trails down my spine and I can’t help but clench my thighs as the need pulses through me.

Grayson doesn’t miss a thing. His eyes burn and a cocky as fuck smirk twists over his delicious lips. “You’re fucking hungry for it.”

I laugh. There’s no point in denying it. He can see it all over my face, all over the way my body responds to his touch. “Then hurry up and put me out of my misery,” I tell him, my voice a soft purr filled with desire. Hell, I don’t even care if it makes me look desperate. If it means that I get to have him, I’ll fucking take it.

His fingers trail down my body, grabbing, touching, taking whatever the hell he needs until he comes to the waistband of my ripped jeans and ever so slowly, he drags the zipper down, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come.

I bite down on my bottom lip, my chest rising and falling with sharp, needy pants, and then finally, he draws my jeans down my legs, taking my thong right along with it. His heated stare lingers on my body for a moment before he jumps down from the table and hooks his arms around my legs.

With one sharp tug, he pulls me down to the end of the table until my ass is hitting the very edge, and not a moment later, hooks my legs over his shoulders and leans into me. His hands twine up my body, teasing me with just how rough they can be while he turns his head and peppers soft, desperate kisses against my inner thighs, quickly working his way down to my pussy.

I flood with wetness, fearing my soul is about to leave my fucking body.

“Oh, fuck,” I purr, my fingers combing into his hair and instantly curling into a fist, holding him there as his tongue finally hits my clit. My legs instantly clench around his head, the desire pulsing through me like never before.

I feel Grayson’s cocky smile against my pussy, but he doesn’t dare stop. Flicking, kissing, sucking, and teasing. He works my body until I’m groaning his name, his hands constantly roaming over my skin and showing me just how good it’s going to get.

He brings a hand down between my legs and just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he slides two thick fingers deep inside me and with that one perfect thrust, finds the spot that has my whole body shuddering beneath. “Shit. YES,” I groan, the sound pulling from the deepest part of my chest.

A responding rumble tears out of Grayson and I tug harder on his hair, wanting so much more. His fingers glide out of me, massaging and moving on their way, only to be pushed back in,