Just One Regret(37)

“I need you,” I whisper, clinging to him and wrapping my legs around his back. “I need you inside me.”

“Lucky for you, then, there’s no other place I’d like to be.”

My lips spread into a coy grin as he stands up, brushing his lips over mine as he moves and begins stripping off his shirt. My impatience grows, my hunger to have him overwhelming my senses, and I reach for his belt, batting his hands out of the way.

“I want to do this,” I whisper, undoing his belt and the button on his dress pants. He’s looked so sexy all day, so desirable, and the unmistakable bulge in his pants is like a beacon.

I push down his black pants, barely registering the clink of his belt or the way the rough skin of his palm slides along my cheek, cupping my face. I’m too focused on what’s in front of me, all for me.

I’ve wanted Grayson since I was fourteen years old, and now he’s saying the one thing I’ve always wanted to hear: he wants me, too.

The knowledge of that grows with every beat of my heart while I slide my hand along the curve of his erection.

His groan hits my ears, spurring me on.

“I thought you wanted me inside you,” he says.

I look up to see his teeth gritted together, his gaze dark.

I slide my fingers into the waistband at the small of his back and pull him toward me at the same time I push his boxers down.

“I do.”

I tease him with a wiggle of my eyebrows, earning a low and amused rumble from his lips before I lose the ability to speak or tease or return his humored laugh when his thick and hard cock appears.

He’s perfect. And hard.

And all for me.

I lick my lips, wetting them before I lean forward and gingerly taste the tip of him.

His hand tightens on my head, and his other hand slides to the back of my head, holding me in place.

“You don’t have to do this, Kennedy,” he says, his voice harsh, declaring his desperation for me.

“I want to.” I don’t look up at him. Instead I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking firmly. My tongue slides along the underside of him and I hum my approval when his fingers dig into my scalp.

I can feel the tension, see the veins in his arms begin to pop with his restraint to not force me all the way.

It’s costing him to let me have this control over him, and knowing this only spurs me on while I bob up and down the long length of him, stopping when he hits the back of my throat. He tastes delicious, like masculine man and strength and everything I’ve always wanted.

I swallow, feel my throat close around the tip of him, and slide back off. I move to push myself forward, tilting my head in an effort to take more of him in my mouth, when his hands fall to my shoulders and he pushes me back to the bed.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he practically growls as he climbs over me.

My hands move to his abs as I lick my lips. “I was enjoying that.”

“Me too, but when I come, I want to be inside of you, feeling your wet and warm pussy around me.”

I can’t argue with that. Just his words cause that same reaction to my core as he adjusts us on the bed. My thighs spread as I open myself to him. He wraps one hand around his cock and slides himself along my wetness. The erotic move makes my jaw drop open and a breathless, needy gasp fall from my lips.

“Please,” I beg, panting with short, bated breaths. “I need you.”

He pushes off me for just a moment and I see him pick up his discarded pants on the floor. With efficient movements, he pulls out his wallet and tosses it to the floor after grabbing a condom.

My thighs spread wider as I watch him rip it open and sheathe himself.

Then he’s back on the bed, crawling over me. His hands slide up my inner thighs until his thumb brushes against my clit.

I mewl, pushing into him. My eyes fall closed, the sensation too overwhelming to look at him when I feel him brace himself above me.

“Kennedy,” he whispers, his voice thick and heavy.

“Grayson,” I whimper, moving my hands to his waist as I feel the weight of him on top of me. And then he’s sliding inside me, one torturous inch at a time, before he pulls out and presses in again.

My back arches, pressing my breasts against his hard and molded chest as he continues to slowly work himself inside me.

This is so different from our fevered and passionate night at the hotel. Then, there was need and secrets and darkness that hid the truths that have now been laid bare—

Much like my heart as I force myself to open my eyes and glance at him.

And when I do, my breath catches in my throat. He stares directly down at me, his elbows propped on my sides. There isn’t an ounce of distance anywhere between us as he begins to thrust inside me, filling me and stretching me completely until I’m so full of him, I fear I might explode from the love I have for this man.

As if he recognizes the panicked look in my eyes at the revelation, he leans down and presses his lips against mine, sliding his tongue inside me.

He kisses me like he makes love to me—tenderly—until our passion increases and our hands are moving, my fingernails digging into his skin as I drag them down his back.

His hand moves between us, cupping my breast before moving to the next. He alternates, fondling them and rolling my nipples. Every brush of his thumb over my hardened pink buds sends sensations rippling down to my center where he continues slamming his hips in a frenzied motion.

He’s losing control just as much as he’s trying to maintain it.

“Grayson,” I gasp as I feel my orgasm spreading through my thighs, sparking and igniting every part of me.

He pulls back, ending our kiss, and our eyes meet. His seem to say every single thing I want to say to him but am unable to, but it’s enough.

His hand slices through my hair and his hips piston harder and quicker as our pants and groans mingle together.

My climax hits me hard and fevered and I throw myself back, pushing my head into the mattress. My hands cling to him and I scream his name in exultation as everything inside of me burns brighter than a thousand suns.

He answers with a deep groan, my name falling from his thick lips right before he slams himself against me one more time and his own orgasm carries him over the cliff. I can feel his cock pulsing against my inner walls as he comes right before he collapses on top of me, giving me his full weight.

“Wow,” I say, my hands sliding up and down his back as I try to slow my erratic breathing.

“I need to get off you,” he says. Before he can, I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me.

“Not yet. I like the feel of you.” He’s strong and heavy, but I don’t care. His sweat-lined body feels cool against my own heated skin, and I love the way I can feel his heart beating against his chest, mirroring my own.

We lie like that for several minutes before I begin to relax my hold on him and he gently pushes off, easing out of me.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, brushing his lips over mine. “I’ll be right back.”

I watch him go, forlorn at the idea of spending any time away from Grayson at all. When I was getting ready to meet with his lawyer and the Matsens this morning, I never imagined my day would end with us together.

I just have to tell him that I’m ready for that step.

Which I plan to do, but as soon as the door closes and I hear the water in the bathroom turning on, the stress of the day and the exhaustion from not only our early meeting but the time we just spent in bed forces my eyes closed.

The last thing I remember before I fully succumb to sleep is the slight movement of the bed as Grayson climbs back in, the feel of his muscled arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me against him so my head is on his chest, but I’m too tired to say anything.

Instead, my lips part and the darkness of sleep pulls me under.





Twenty-Three





Kennedy





As soon as I wake up, I am certain that this morning is going to be different from the last two times I’ve woken up in bed next to Grayson.

My cheek is resting on his chest and I close my eyes again, inhaling his scent, absorbing the feel of his chest rising and lowering. With my fingers on his abs, I draw a lazy path up and down and around the small crevices that divide his muscles. They tense and relax beneath my touch, but his breathing doesn’t falter. I turn¸ watching his reaction and see a small smile pulling at the edges of his lips as he lets out a small groan when I continue to move further south, and then across the edges near his hip bones.

When his stomach muscles tighten, I dig my nails in, only to immediately shriek.

He’s a blur of movement as he grabs my hands and I’m thrown onto my back.

His lean and muscled frame hovers above me, his thighs slide between mine, opening me up.

“Good morning,” I say, a teasing grin on my lips.

“You’re evil.”

He doesn’t mean it. His eyes sparkle with his own brand of mischief.

I shrug and our smiles grow wider. “Not my fault I remember where you’re ticklish.”

His lips twitch, fighting a laugh, but his expression changes to something much darker when I roll my hips beneath him, seeking the feel of him again.

“How are you?” he asks, and one hand slides through my hair. He drops to his elbow on the other side, giving me part of his weight, but rolls to the side to prevent completely suffocating me. Like I’d care.

I want him everywhere, all over me, all at once.