everything inside of me tighten.
“What are you doing here, Leah?”
“I lied.” I slide past him and push him against the door, my body leaning into his.
His eyes darken and he holds me close. He knows what I want, and I can see it in his eyes that he wants it too. “About what?” he asks, his voice low.
I bring my hands up to his face and the deep rumble in his chest turns me on even more. “I want you, Greyson. No regrets, no second guessing.” My lips connect with his and everything changes. The air in the room turns electric, almost like all the sexual tension between us is exploding all at once. It’s a dangerous, yet, oh so exciting feeling. I bite his bottom lip and suck it between my teeth, earning a growl to escape from his chest. I slowly release his lip from my grasp, loving the way his body responds to me.
His arms wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me into him. “What do you want to do?”
I look right into his crystal blue eyes. “I think you know.”
His eyes darken even more, and he lifts me up in his arms, his hands squeezing the backs of my thighs. I straddle his waist which hikes my skirt up. “Are you sure?” he asks as he carries me over to the bed.
I nod. “Yes. I told you … no regrets. I want this.”
He sets me down on the bed and slides my skirt down my legs while I toss my shirt and bra onto the floor. His eyes roam over my body and it makes me tremble. I fumble with the string on his shorts, but I finally get them loose and he kicks them off. I’m way past ready for him to make love to me.
Spreading me wide with his knee, he moans as he trails his lips down my neck to my breasts. Like a starved man, he sucks my nipples until they grow raw and sore. It feels so achingly good.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he groans, kissing his way down my stomach. Gripping my thighs, he spreads me wide and looks up at me as he buries his mouth into my center. He thrusts his tongue inside and breathes me in, pressing his nose into my clit. The stimulation has me so close to losing control. “Mmm . . . so good,” he growls.
Replacing his tongue with a finger, he pushes in hard and moves his mouth to my clit. The harder he sucks, the more I clench his head with my thighs. Exploding, I grab onto his hair and hold his face against me as spasms rip through my core.
When my body relaxes, he licks his lips and puts the finger he had inside of me in his mouth, keeping his gaze on mine the entire time.
“Make love to me, Greyson. If you think about it, it’s our wedding night.”
Covering me with his body, he places a hand on the side of my face and positions his tip inside, circling the wetness around his cock. He smiles and traces my lips with his tongue. “Yes, it is. I’m just glad you said yes.”
A part of me is thrilled at the thought of being his wife, even if it is just pretend. Closing his lips over mine, he kisses me gently as he slides the rest of the way in. I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing as tight as I can to keep him there. I want to feel all of him, as deep as he can go. He slowly starts to move against me; our bodies slide against each other. I can’t think of anything else but the two of us, our bodies connected as one.
Picking up his pace, he grunts with his thrusts. My orgasm keeps building, and the more he pushes against me, the closer I get to the edge. “Greyson,” I cry out, digging my nails into his back. Holding me tight, he finishes inside me, his cock pulsating with his release. He collapses on top of me, his breaths coming out in huffs.
“Fuck, that felt good.”
Smiling up at him, I tighten my legs around his waist. “The night’s not over yet.”
Greyson grips me and rolls over so that I end up on top of him. “Far from over. It’s just getting started.”
And I’m looking forward to every single minute of it.
The morning comes quickly, and I wake up in Greyson’s arms. When I