The Christmas Proposal - Miley Maine Page 0,14

the same personality as the room from thirteen years ago. It no longer truly felt like Grayson’s room; instead it was more a plain guest room in a rented-out house which had been family-less for thirteen years now. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

But then Grayson plopped me down onto the bed, straddling me and gazing down at me with a hungry expression, and I stopped thinking about the room at all.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you look like under those clothes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I looked up at him from beneath half-lidded eyes. “Aren’t you going to take them off?”

“Will you let me?” he asked, the simple question sexier than anything else he could have said or done in that moment. It was important to me to be with people who valued consent and made sure to ask for it before doing anything new. In all honesty, the concern it showed turned me on like nothing else.

“Of course.” I smiled back at him wickedly.

His hands slid under the hem of my sweater as I had already discarded my outer layer of clothing when we entered the house. His fingers brushed against my skin, and I shivered. Not because it was cold, no. It was plenty cozy inside of Grayson’s old house. I shivered more because his fingertips were chilled and they felt so good against my skin, and because it was Grayson. I wanted to ask him to just run his hands all over my body, tracing lines and patterns where he wished so I could feel that chill again on my skin.

He lifted up the sweater, then took off my shirt and my pants, leaving me lying beneath him in a matching lacy bra and panty set.

“Fuck.” His head tilted back, surprised, as he took me all in. “Why’d you have to go and wear something like that?”

“I know you love it.”

“Of course I do.” He kissed a gentle line down my jaw, then nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. “But you’re so tempting, it’s hard not to just rip your panties off and thrust my cock into you right now.”

Warmth pooled in my stomach as it tightened at the thought. This was really happening. Grayson Davis, my childhood crush and my brother’s best friend, was about to fuck me, and fuck me good from the sound of things.

“Do it,” I said. “I want you.”

“You really do?”

I kissed him back, holding his face between my hands. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t.”

“Good.” His voice was low, rumbling through my body and making me squirm beneath him. His fingers slid beneath the line of my panties and he yanked them down my legs, casting them to the side.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said, one hand tracing the line of my pussy, making me shiver with pleasure. His finger slid into my tightness, causing my back to arch and eliciting a gasp from my lips. “And so tight, too, I don’t know what I’ll ever do without you.”

“You should fuck me,” I said in a whisper filled with desire. “I want you to, now.”

“I know, baby, but be patient. I’ve got a few more ideas first.” His smile was wicked, and I knew that he would never hesitate to make me feel so very wanted.

His finger moved in and out of me, each motion bringing more pressure and heat to my core. And then he added a second, stretching me to accommodate him. I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining it was his cock moving in me, and allowing my world to dissolve into one mass of pleasure, of want and desire.

“I want you,” I said again, because I really did. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted him to put it in me, to fuck me until it hurt to walk. He was all I had ever wanted, I was realizing, even though I hadn’t wanted him that way at first. No, those desires came with maturity, and so had my fantasies about him. It was his face that I saw on the characters in my romance novels, in my dreams.

“Then you’ll have me,” he said, withdrawing his fingers from inside me. I opened my eyes to see that he was standing, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his form to reveal the full, glorious length of him.

I couldn’t say anything, just take a sharp breath at the thought of him in