Kiss by Kiss (Riggins Brothers #3) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,46

He breathes in deeply. “I want to hurt him for what he did to you. I want him to pay for how he treated you.” He moves closer, his lips a whisper from mine. “Most of all, baby, I want to love you. I want to show you what you mean to me every single day. I want to hold you like this every night, and I want to ravish your body until you can look me in the eye and tell me that you’re beautiful, and mean it.” His breathing is labored, and his eyes, even in the dim light of the room, are a deep blue. They’re mesmerizing.

His lips close in on mine. His tongue gently dashes across my bottom lip, and I open for him. There really isn’t another option. Not when it comes to Grant. I fear that I’m getting too close, and this sweet, tender, loving guy is going to turn evil, but my heart knows better. Elijah never put forth the effort as Grant has, and he never said sweet things to me. It was always I love you, and that’s why I’m hard on you, never that he wanted to love me or that I was beautiful.

Grant makes me feel beautiful.

He slows the kiss and pulls back just enough for his eyes to find mine. “I love you, Aurora Steele.” My breath hitches. “Let me show you.” I can’t speak, so I nod.

He loves me. I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to take an ad out in the paper with the hopes that he’ll see it. That the demon from my past can see that he was wrong. I am worthy of love. I want to freeze this moment in time and never leave this bed. I never want this feeling, this heart-racing, butterflies-going-crazy, soul-soothing feeling to ever end.

Heartbreak be damned. I want Grant to show me. I want to know what it feels like. I want to experience it. Kiss by kiss, he’s bringing me back to life. He makes me want to reach for more, and with each passing day, Elijah is nothing but a horrid memory, and the damage to my heart and my soul, well, Grant’s taking care of that.

“I love this,” he says, as he runs his large hand over my side. “This dip of your hips,” he whispers. His hand is everywhere, tracing over my bare skin. His hard body is pressed to my soft one, and I don’t have the time to feel self-conscious. He’s driving me wild with want and desire.

“Tell me what’s off limits, baby. What are my boundaries?”

Boundaries? I don’t want any. Not between us. “No boundaries,” I reply softly.

“No? So, I can do this?” he asks, sliding his hand between my legs. With a feather-soft touch, his index finger traces through my folds. “Fuck me,” he mumbles.

I should be embarrassed about how wet I am for him, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. Not when his deep blue eyes are looking at me like a man finding a fresh spring in the middle of a drought.

“How about if I do this?” he asks, sliding one long digit inside me. Sucking in a breath, I grip his forearm. “Tell me what you want, Aurora. Tell me what you like.”

I think about his question, and I realize I’m not really sure. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly.

“What do you mean?”

“Elijah, he never… he was more of a get his and rollover kind of guy.” I hate talking about him again, but he’s my only experience.

“Not that I like bringing that asshole into bed with us, but for the sake of clarity, I need to know. Did he never play with your pussy? Did he never taste you?” he asks, licking his lips.

I shake my head. “He barely touched me. Just enough to get off, and then… nothing.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Not with a man.” His eyes widen, and then something that can only be described as determination fills his eyes, and suddenly the embarrassment of my confession is gone, replaced with need for him.

Sliding his arm under my neck, he pulls me close while lazily pumping his finger in and out of me. “We’re going to change that. From this moment on, he’s your past. I’m your future, baby, and I promise you, I’ll cherish you always.” His lips connect with mine as he adds another finger. I dig my nails into his back.