a fine ass it is. The guys really enjoyed that show,” he said as he tromped up the stairs. “And I’m about to. Aren’t you going to compliment my pranking skills? Setting that delay activation to a specific song took a lot of work.”
I laughed as I perched on his shoulder, but that only made his shoulder dig into me. “No. No compliments. I’m gonna get revenge.”
“I know. But not tonight.”
Definitely not tonight. I had far more important things to do tonight. Like him.
Gray strode down the hallway and kicked open the door to his room. I glanced sideways to see the bedside lamp had a red scarf thrown over it to set the mood, lighting the space a sensuous red. An Anti-Conception Amulet glowed on the dresser. Gray’s bed was made and the white comforter was pristine. I couldn’t wait to mess it up. He threw me onto the bed so hard I bounced. A second later he was on top of me, leaning over me, the hard length in his pants pressed against my thigh.
Yes. This was what I needed.
His lips dove down to my neck and he kissed me as he shoved my hands above my head and held them there. He didn’t let me touch him as he planted soft kisses along my forehead and down the bridge of my nose. He pecked at my lips and then pulled back to study my face for a moment.
“Can you pretend for me?” he whispered.
“Pretend what?”
“This is your first time. That you and I went to prom and this is just after.” Gray pulled back and kissed me gently. “You’re so beautiful.”
I batted my eyes up at him, at first playing along in a silly way, not really getting into it. But Gray kept up his innocent kisses, at first making me feel adored but soon needy. He made out with me on the bedspread until I was throbbing with need and rubbing myself up against him, begging him for friction.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“I don’t think you’re ready,” Gray whispered.
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I told him, clawing at the dress shirt he wore. “Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” Gray licked the shell of my ear and I arched up into his chest. I felt like a cat in heat.
Was there such a thing as too much foreplay? I felt like I might spontaneously combust and he hadn’t even touched me.
“Gray, please.” I decided begging was my best bet. “I want you to be my first. I want to remember you forever.” As if I could ever forget him. But this was what he wanted. Gray’s prom night, loss of virginity fantasy was probably the sweet incarnation of everything a rich boy had never had. With girls always throwing themselves at his money, he’d probably never been able to stare down at a girl he loved as he melded his soul with hers.
That thought changed everything. It cracked my chest open and filled my eyes with tears because I felt like Gray had missed out on something he not only wished for, but something he deserved. He was such an amazing individual—so smart and dedicated and so silly. He deserved to be cried over and admired for who he was, not what he had. I reached up and traced my hand down his stubbled jaw.
“Grayson Mars, I love you,” I whispered. “All of you. Forever and ever. And I’m going to remember this night for the rest of my life.”
His lips descended on mine and swept me up into a soulful kiss.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, a catch in his deep voice.
For a moment our eyes made love instead of our bodies as we soaked up one another’s emotions. And it was the most beautiful thing in the universe.
Gray stroked my hair and gave my forehead a chaste kiss, whispering, “Thank you,” before he leaned back up and his eyes took on a naughty gleam. “I’m gonna make you mine. And I’m going to ruin you. I’ll start gentle, but then I’m gonna get so damn rough you won’t be able to walk straight for a week. Are you ready for that?”
Damn.
I was so ready. “Yes,” I could hardly get out the words.
Gray sat up and pulled me with him. He whipped off my dress and palmed my breasts gently for a second. “So goddamned hot. I’m going to fuck these later,” he promised, pressing them together and licking up the crease between them. “Mmm. Flip