“Are you sore?”
“A little bit, but this feels good. I love having your mouth on me.”
I continue to kiss, suck, and caress her pussy with my lips and tongue, drawing long, deep moans from her chest. She pushes her fingers into my hair and caresses the strands. The move is so tender and intimate that it has me reaching for her free hand.
I entwine our fingers, needing her to keep me grounded, needing to know she’s right here with me, because I have the distinct feeling I’m already falling for this girl.
She’s so beautiful.
So strong.
So perfect.
Perfect for me.
I do everything I can to show her with my body what my lips can’t find the words to say.
You’re special, Nora.
I feel something for you.
Do you feel it too?
Tell me we can make this work.
When I make one more swipe of my tongue and pull her swollen clit into my mouth, Nora’s hips buck off the bed. Her body shakes, and she tries to clamp her thighs around my head, but I pull her legs apart, keeping her open wide.
“Grayson, I—” Her words turn to a deep moan as she digs her nails into my head and holds me against her core.
Her hips rock in motion with my tongue. I continue to lick and suck until she jerks beneath me.
She flops back on the bed, one hand still gripping mine, and I crawl over her body and hover above her.
“Good morning.”
I press a kiss to her smiling mouth.
“You are the greatest alarm clock a woman could ever ask for.”
“You mean my mouth is,” I say, nipping her lower lip.
“No.” Nora circles her arms around my neck. “You are.”
23
Grayson
“Why do you look so damn happy?” Duke asks, leaning against the car I’m working on.
“Because I am.”
It’s been four days since I woke up with Nora in my arms, and I still can’t stop smiling. That’s what she does to me. She brings out a happiness I hadn’t realized I’d lost.
“Hmm… There has to be a reason.”
“What? A guy can’t be happy?”
“Hey, guys!” Nora walks in with all three kids trailing behind her.