“Yes,” I tell him harshly. “You should have. So why didn’t you?”
I’ve barely finished asking my question before he reacts, his eyes blazing. “Because I’m so fucking in love with you, other women don’t even register on my radar!” he shouts, startling me a little…until I fully register what he’s told me.
Chapter 33
“Wh-what?”
Greyston swallows thickly, pushing off the dresser and standing inches away from me. He’s looking down at me, his eyes confirming what he just said. “I’ve known it for a while, but after everything you’ve been through, I didn’t want to pressure you to have to say it back…unless you wanted to.” Another pause. He rubs the back of his neck. “When we entered this relationship, you were a completely different person—nervous, and a little bit of a flight risk.” I laugh, knowing he’s absolutely right. “But in such a short amount of time, you’ve become this incredibly strong and confident woman, and watching this transformation made me fall hard and fast.”
“You…love me?”
Greyston smiles, the corners of his eyes creasing. “I do. I love you more than I ever thought possible in such a short amount of time.”
Everything that happened with Gemma instantly moves to the back burner; it’s not gone, but it’s no longer that important. Yes, we still need to talk about it, but first I need to acknowledge Greyston’s confession with one of my own.
“I love you, too,” I tell him, placing my hands on his chest. “Walking in on you tonight, and seeing you push her away from you felt like a kick to the gut. But you know what I realized?”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t feel that when I caught Ben and Delilah. Sure, I was pissed, but more than anything? I was relieved.” Greyston lifts one of my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “I never loved him, even though I said I did. But you? You’ve been through more with me in the last few weeks than any boy has ever been, and it’s brought us closer.” Greyston moves to pull me closer, but I stop him. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry, and we still have a lot to work through, but I believe you when you say you were blind to her intentions.”
His hands cradle my face, and he rests his forehead to mine. “So blind. I only have eyes for you, baby.”
This makes me smile, and my hands fall to his hips. “So, I guess this is our first fight, huh?”
Greyston nods, laughing lightly. “I would say so—though it’s a pretty mild fight.”
I bite my lower lip gently, looking up into his eyes and shrugging my right shoulder. “So does this mean I’m about to experience what make-up sex is like?”
In seconds, our fingers claw desperately at buttons and hems, our hands paw at newly exposed naked flesh, and Greyston pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard.
I accept, winding my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, my tongue tracing the line of Greyston’s lips before deepening our kiss. His hands move down over my hips with purpose, slipping behind my jeans and grabbing my ass and lifting me up. He drops me onto the bed before joining me, and I snake my arm between us and into his pants, gripping his hard cock.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans against my lips as I move my hand, tightening my grip slightly and repeating the action. Instinctively, he thrusts his hips into my palm while his hands move up under my shirt. It doesn’t take long before we’re scrambling to remove each other’s clothes, and soon he’s nudging himself between my legs and entering me. Without a condom.
The instant he’s fully sheathed in me, he lowers himself until our bodies are completely pressed together, all air expelled from between us until we can feel one another’s heartbeats, and he holds most of his weight off of me by balancing on his forearms.
As our hips roll together, seeking the pinnacle of ecstasy, Greyston attempts to slow our lovemaking. Maybe he’s trying to show me how much he loves me, but I’m having none of it. Using all my strength, I roll us over, taking my place above him and setting our pace. I know that watching me ride him has always been Greyston’s favorite, and I can tell he’s already struggling to hold on. Desperate to chase the orgasm that’s building rapidly, I move my hips up and down, back and forth, and around in sensual circles while my fingers curl against Greyston’s chest, fingernails biting gently into his skin.
Every muscle in my body tenses, and the surface of my skin tingles from head to toe, my fingers going numb, as I teeter on the edge of losing control. Greyston’s hands fly to my hips, curling around them and pulling me harder against him. Unable to hold back any longer, I cry out as my lower body tightens around Greyston, coaxing his own orgasm from him before collapsing on his chest, panting heavily.