“God yes.” I tip my head up so I can see him. A shiver of anticipation rolls along my spine. “Touch me.”
He slides a finger inside me and slowly grinds the heel of his hand against my clit. Still sensitive, I jump at the contact.
“Easy,” he whispers, clutching my hip and pulling me toward him.
I position myself, sliding myself against his cock. “You’re going to feel so good inside me, Gray.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “You don’t play fair.”
He thrusts up as I slide down. The shock of him impaling me doesn’t register at first.
“Fuuuck.” He groans and lifts his chin, squeezing his eyes shut.
Taking my time, I rock my hips until he’s fully inside. “You’re so hot, Grayson.”
“Yes,” he says through clenched teeth.
I stop moving. “Are you okay?”
He opens one eye. “I’m trying to hold out.”
Laughing, I loop my arms around him and kiss his cheek.
“Ah, Jesus.” He tucks his hands against my waist. “Stop fucking around and ride me. I wanna watch you come on my bare dick before I fill you up.”
His dirty words send fire streaking down my spine. I swoop in and kiss him quick on the lips. “I love all the sweet things you say.”
“I got plenty more.” He thrusts up.
I lean back, resting my hands on his legs and work my hips faster.
“Fuck. Like that.” His greedy gaze consumes every inch of me. He licks the pad of his thumb and slides it around my clit.
Sensation jolts me out of my rhythm. “Oh!”
He lets out a dirty chuckle and continues rubbing a firm, steady circle.
“That’s it,” I whisper, moving against him faster and faster until the heavy tension snaps. White light bursts behind my eyelids. Bliss rocks through my blood.
My world tumbles backwards.
Keeping us connected, Gray rolls me onto my back, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder. He stares into my eyes while his hips snap into me.
“I’m still coming,” I whisper.
He groans and smashes his mouth against mine. All my thoughts scatter away. I’m only aware of rolling waves of pleasure, our mingling breaths, and my pounding heart.
“Serena,” he whispers. His body stills. His hips jerk—once, twice. He meets my eyes, branding me with an intensity that burns into my soul.
As if I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Grinder
“You might kill me yet, woman.” I roll to the side so I don’t crush her.
My heart’s pounding and the words I swallowed down earlier threaten to break loose.
“If I’d known I’d find you when I got out, the last fifteen years wouldn’t have been so hard.” I’ve had this thought several times but never planned to say it to her.
She slides her hand over mine. “I’m glad we found each other now.”
“Same, buttercup.” I sit on the edge of the bed and she crawls behind me, digging her fingers into the knots in my shoulders and neck. “Jesus, how do you do that?”
“What?”
“Find all the sore spots I didn’t know I had.”
She stops rubbing. Her skin brushes against mine as she crawls across the bed on hands and knees, reaching for something on the nightstand.
I cup my hand over her ass and squeeze. “Need to fuck you like this.”
She peers at me over her shoulder. “We have all weekend.”
My cock stirs, apparently seeing that as a challenge.
Her body’s lean and long. Graceful like a lioness. I can’t stop staring. Admiring every inch.
“Watching the way you move is a gift.” I run my hand over her leg again. “You’re so graceful and flexible.”
She laughs softly as she returns to her spot behind me. This time, her fingers are slick and lightly scented with something clean and herbal. “One of the go-to phrases at the clinic is ‘motion is the lotion.’”
“Meaning?”
She slides her body against my back, the oil creating a silken, slippery sensation. “Moving your body lubricates the joints to keep everything healthy.”
Christ, now I can’t stop thinking about wrapping her legs around my neck. “Well, then, you’re very healthy.”
“We only have one body, right?”
I chuckle the playful way she tosses my own words at me. “Yes, and yours is exquisite.”
“Exquisite, huh?” Her warm breath skates over the back of my neck, leaving goosebumps. “I like that.”
I sigh and drop my head as she trails her thumb along painful paths from my shoulder to the base of my skull.
“Shouldn’t I be giving you the rubdown?” I ask, reaching behind me to touch her bare leg.
“You can do anything you want to me when I’m finished.” She adjusts my arm and continues kneading my flesh.
“Anything, huh?”
“God, your back is so sexy,” she whispers as she traces lines on either side of my spine, sending a pleasurable shivery sensation over my skin.
“Mmm, say more things that help me not feel like one of your patients.”
She rests her chin on my shoulder. Her arms wrap around my chest, hugging me to her. “Trust me, I’ve never given any of my patients a naked massage before.”