A lot of trouble. In fact, I didn’t really get away. I kind of just never went back to West.
“I could take you from him.” He scratched the coin into the paint. “I could use this and take you from him and he couldn’t stop me.”
He knew why he couldn’t do that. He was stuck on the web with me, and didn’t need me pointing it out.
I took a step closer to him.
“I have all the luck in the world…” Scratch.
In the dark, his reckless hair falling over his eyes, and his profile illumined only by the stars outside, Grayson reminded me of a Byronic hero.
Yet even more wild and unhinged.
“You were on your knees. He put you on your knees. I don’t like you on your knees. For him. For anyone.” Scccratch.
I tried to think of what I could say to him, what words would pull Grayson out of this and prove I was his and his only. Then I realized, words could never do it.
So I dropped to my knees. “What about for you?”
He paused, coin mid-scratch and pulling up paint. A thousand looks ran through his eyes.
He exhaled slowly. “You’re cheating.”
I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “Is it working?”
He stood up and walked in a slow circle around me. “You look like the day you came to me.”
“You didn’t look at me this way then,” I whispered.
He slid his fingers through my curls, twisting my head to the side. Examining me like I was one of the priceless pieces of art in the room.
I swallowed the needy ache spiraling through my gut. “You didn’t touch me this way, either.”
“Is it fucked up that I like you on your knees, Snitch?” He kept twisting my head around in his grip, back and forth, the subtle possession of it stoking a slow burn inside me.
“If it is…” I licked my lips, and his eyes dropped to that, grip tightening just a little. “Then I’m just as twisted. I like dropping to my knees for you, Grayson.”
“Not for him.” The growl got twisted in my throat, cutting, and his grip turned vicious.
“Never for him.” His eyes softened, and his free hand dragged along my bottom lip.
“I can see you as queen, little wife. There’s nothing hotter than a queen who kneels for her king.”
“I can think of something hotter…”
He arched a brow.
“A king who kneels for his queen.”
He grinned, crooked and feral, then fell to his knees. Even on his knees, I had to crane my neck back to see into his icy eyes.
“The first time we made love, you stood above me like a god, as the Grayson Crowne of myth…and then you fell to your knees.” I pressed my forehead to his. “You’re the only one who ever knelt for me.”
He inhaled a shaky breath. “Little nun, let me do it.” He bruised his forehead into mine. “Just let me end him now.”
“And then what?” I whispered. “What happens to you? You go to jail? Worse? You’re so close to being everything you want, Grayson. The hero. Don’t let this ruin it, don’t let anyone ruin it.”
His eyes were crackling blue electricity. “I’m going to get you out of this. The world will know you’re mine.” His palm seared my stomach. “This is my baby. My fucking baby.”