The Christmas Proposal - Miley Maine Page 0,20
overnight flights, so there isn’t a bedroom in this one, but I think that couch should be just fine. What do you think?”
I nodded, a smile covering my face in spite of myself. Sex with Grayson was shaping up to be quite an interesting experience, and I was glad for it.
Grayson stood, coming over to grab me. He pulled me to my feet and then drew me into a rough and passionate kiss. “You’re all mine,” he whispered in my ear. “You better not forget that among all the pretty people of LA.”
I shivered and he drew down my scarf, revealing the place where he had marked me the other day. It had developed into a dark bruise, and he made a sound of approval deep down in his throat.
“You look so lovely with my mark on you. I bet you’d look even sexier with more of those.”
I looked up at him, biting my lower lip, warmth already pooling in my stomach. “You think so?”
“I do.” He leaned down, kissing my lips again, then kissing a line down my jaw. “Of course, that would be mighty unprofessional,” he teased.
“Do you think I care?”
“I just don’t want rumors floating around about you, my pretty doll,” he said, pulling away for a moment and looking deep in my eyes. “You don’t deserve that.”
“I guess you’ll just have to leave them where no one but you can see them then,” I said, pulling down my sweater and shirt to reveal my collar bone and the top of my shoulder.
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, his eyes growing dark with desire. “I’ll paint artwork all over your body, my dear.”
“Yes,” I said, stifling a moan and grabbing a fistful of his shirt to draw him back to me. “I want you to.”
“Then I will.”
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder then along my collar bone. “You have such lovely skin,” he said. “So easy to bruise, so soft against mine.” I gasped as he bit down, creating suction to leave yet another mark on me.
“You’re so wonderful,” I said, tracing a hand down the side of his face. “You make me feel so good.”
“I know, baby.” He drew me over to the couch, then pushed me down onto it so that he could stand over me with a dark look in his eyes. “That’s why I do what I do. To make you feel good.”
“We both know it’s for more than that,” I said.
“You got me—there’s a bit of self-satisfaction in there, too, but all of that seems secondary compared to you.”
He straddled me, leaning down to kiss me again, his hand finding its way down to the meeting of my thighs. He hummed to himself as he massaged me through my clothes and I groaned, pushing up against his touch.
“So eager, so eager,” he intoned, tracing one finger down the side of my cheek. “My dear, your face is so cute when you want me like that.”
“I think I never stop wanting you like that.”
“When you want me, in that moment—” He applied more pressure and I squeezed my eyes shut, arching my back and letting the pleasure take over. “—Like that, the way you move, the expressions you make. They’re so wonderfully delicious. You have no idea what they do to me.”
He hooked his fingers beneath the waistbands of my pants and pulled down. I helped him wiggle them off of me, sitting up slightly so that I could relieve myself of my top layers, too. It was plenty toasty in the plane so I didn’t need them, and even if it hadn’t been, my body was producing plenty enough heat just from the way Grayson was looking down at me. Just the expression in his eyes made my stomach tighten and wetness pool within me.
Now I was lying beneath him in nothing but a cute set of matching panties and a bra, light pink with little bows on the front of the bra and at the hips of the lacey panties.
“You dirty little girl,” he admonished, licking his lips. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”
“More like hoped,” I said. “I wanted to be prepared in case it did.”
“Well, you certainly did that. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you in lingerie.”
I giggled. “I’m happy to wear anything for you.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll have to pick you out something special when we get to LA then.”
I blushed, thinking about