Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,118
You won’t be able to hate on me when I slip into Cruz’s bed instead of yours, and you can’t get jealous if you walk in to find me fucking King, you can join, but you can’t get jealous.”
He shakes his head ever so slightly. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’m just like Carver. I don’t like to share.”
I press my hands against his thighs and push up onto my tippy-toes, putting my lips right in line with his. I lower my voice to a breathy whisper. “How will you ever know if you don’t at least try?”
His hand at my waist slips around my back, pulling me even tighter against his body as my heart races with need. His eyes lock onto mine, so full of desire that if he doesn’t kiss me right fucking now, I might just die.
“Please,” I whisper so softly that I fear he might not hear me.
Something breaks in his resolve, and just like that, his lips finally come down on mine.
CHAPTER 29
Grayson pulls me in hard, his soft lips moving against mine with a hungry desperation that feels so fucking right. It’s like that final second before a firework explodes, right when you know that what comes next is going to be absolutely spectacular. It’s as though my lips were made just for his, my body, my heart and soul.
My hands slide up his bare chest, being careful not to fuck with his tattoo. I loop them around his neck, and as I do, his hand slides under the fabric of my tank and I groan into him, loving the feel of his warm skin against mine. It’s like fire meeting ice, both of us cancelling one another out until there’s absolutely nothing left.
He moves back onto the table until he’s sitting and instantly picks me up, the awkward angle just proof of his incredible strength. He pulls me right into him and doesn’t put me down until I’m straddled over his lap, instantly feeling his hardening cock between my legs.
I grind down against him as our kisses grow faster, deeper, and even more desperate, and as they do, I know that I have to have him now. I can’t possibly wait any longer. This has been too long coming and I can’t wait a second more.
His lips drop to my neck and I moan into him, pressing my chest harder against his and aching for so much more—more that I’m not sure he’s willing to give. At least, not yet, but Grayson Beckett has a way of surprising me. I think out of all four of the guys, Grayson has surprised me the most.
He’s so strong and demanding, forceful and protective, yet at the same time, he’s incredibly sweet, caring, and loyal. He’s everything a girl could ever dream of. Not to mention, he’s hot as fuck with a pair of grey stormy eyes that could leave a girl drowning.
A moan slips from between my lips as his dominant kisses work their way up to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “Fuck, Grayson,” I breathe as my nails dig into his warm skin.
My soft moan only spurs him on, and within seconds, he pulls my tank over my head and reaches for my bra. It falls between us and he quickly tosses it to the side. His gaze scans over me, getting hungrier by the second. “Fucking hell, Elodie. You’re—”
My nails roam up into his hair as his eyes come back to mine. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He doesn’t disappoint.
Grayson’s lips crush against mine, kissing me with a brand-new urgency. His hand travels down my body until it’s firmly against my ass, squeezing tight and telling me exactly how this is going to go. He’s going to be like King, hard and fast and filled with dominance. I’ll be lucky if he hands over control and lets me take the reins, but I’m here for it. There’s just something about Grayson that makes me trust him completely. If he wants control, then I’ll fucking give it to him willingly.
We hear the soft thud of the store door opening and closing and Grayson reluctantly pulls back. “Shit, babe. We can’t be doing this here.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I groan, pulling him back to me and roaming my lips over the sensitive skin of his neck. “We’ve been waiting too long for this. Who knows when you and I will ever be on the same page again. Lock the fucking door if you have