SEAL's Embrace - Makenna Jameison Page 0,72

believe you found me yesterday,” she said softly.

Grayson sank down onto the sofa beside Hailey, then shocked her by pulling her into his lap. She was straddling him, her legs spread on either side of his thighs, and he palmed her face with his large hands. “I’ll always find you. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. You’re the most important thing in my life now.”

“Grayson,” she murmured. Her hands slid to his shirt, and she gripped the soft cotton, feeling the muscles of his abdomen beneath the fabric. His gaze was intense as he looked at her, and he leaned closer and kissed her gently, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, the other moving to her waist. She whimpered and kissed him again, loving the feel of his lips and stubble against her. His erection nudged against her core, and she felt arousal dampening her panties. Moving her arms to wrap around his neck, she kissed him harder, sliding impossibly closer to him.

They both groaned at how perfectly they fit against one another. Hailey had on leggings and a tank top, and the thin cotton leggings did nearly nothing to separate his thick length from her core. Only a few thin layers of fabric separated them, and she could barely stop herself from lightly bucking against him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice gravel.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Their gazes locked, and Grayson’s thumb slid against the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Are you sure? I’ll wait however long you need, sweetheart.”

“I’m sure. I thought I lost you yesterday—that I’d never get a chance to see you again. I don’t want to wait any longer. I need you.”

He paused a beat and then kissed her, hard. Grayson stood up, his hands moving to her ass to support her as he carried her down the hallway to his bedroom. She’d been sleeping there alone all week, but she wanted him in there now, too.

Clinging to him, she let him lay her down on the covers, his large body hovering over hers. Grayson nipped at her neck, moving slowly down lower. His hands edged beneath her tank top, and then he was pushing it off and tossing it aside.

She giggled as he looked in confusion at her bra. She’d taken to wearing a front-close one because of her ribs—it had been easier than wrestling into another one. Figuring it out pretty quickly, he undid the clasp, and then she was bared to him.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, reverently. Grayson ducked down, the stubble of his beard brushing against her tender breast, but then his lips were on her, sucking her taut bud right into his mouth. His tongue flickered over her, and she arched up against him, digging her fingernails into his short hair to hold him to her breast.

Her clit throbbed with every swipe of his tongue, and she moaned as he teased her more. Moving to her other breast, he laved it with his tongue, giving her nipple the same treatment. She was wet and writhing on the bed for him, pulling him closer as she gasped and cried out.

“Please tell me you’re ready,” he said, kissing his way down to her stomach.

Normally she felt shy and nervous when she was with a man for the first time, but with Grayson, she felt nothing but cherished and beautiful. “I’m ready,” she assured him.

“Thank God, because my dick is so hard, I’m about ready to explode.”

His fingers slid under the waistband of her leggings, and he pulled both those and her panties down, his gaze taking in every inch of her. Grayson quickly shucked off his own shirt, pants, and boxers, and her jaw nearly dropped at how big he was.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, reaching for a condom in his nightstand.

She took it from him, eagerly ripping the top off and starting to sheathe his thick length. “Let me,” he said, stopping her. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to stop. Just the first time,” he said, clenching his teeth as he slid on the condom. “I need you too badly.”

His cock twitched as he readied himself between her legs, the head of it just brushing against her folds. She whimpered, spreading her legs wider. Grayson was on his knees before her—all hard muscle and mass, with six-pack abs that would put most other men to shame. It was the look in his eyes that slayed her though—the