Wait For Me

I cut her words off with a swift, heated kiss. She’s as desperate for me as I am her. It’s evident in the way she claws at my neck and back, trying to get as close to me as she possibly can.

I urge her onto the bed. Her breathing is unsteady, as erratic as my beating heart. Nora sits up, lifts her shirt over her head and flings it to the floor. I lower myself into her waiting arms, pausing only to look into the depths of her soulful eyes. The lust I feel shines back at me, strong and bright.

Propping an elbow by her head, I lower my body to hers. Nora wraps her arms around my neck. She arches against me as my lips trail down the length of her neck.

“Is this where you want me?” I breathe against her heated skin.

Nora presses her lips together before sucking the bottom one between her teeth. Her eyes dance between mine, and I pull back.

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing I would love more than to keep touching you, but you look nervous. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing.”

When she shakes her head, her dark hair fans across the pillow. “It’s not that. I’m not nervous, I’m excited—and okay, maybe I’m a little nervous, but it’s because I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“You could never mess this up. Have you forgotten I haven’t been with a woman, let alone touched one, in years?”

“Well, you’re doing a stellar job of touching me.” Nora grabs my hand and places it over her heart. “Do you feel that? You’ve got me so worked up I can hardly breathe.”

I don’t how to reply to her with words, so I cup her cheek and close what little distance is between us. I roll us over until she’s straddling me. This way she can control the pace.

“You make the calls, sweetheart. You’re in complete control.”

Nora’s lips part as she reaches for my hands and brings them to her chest. I skim my fingers along the cups of her bra and then pull the silky material down. Her breasts fall heavy into my waiting hands.

She moans, urging me on, and I pull her forward until her breasts dangle in front of my face. I blow across her taut nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh, God,” she whispers as I tug the bud gently between my teeth.

My hands roam everywhere I can get them—down her back, over her shoulders, and along her belly, causing her entire body to shudder.

I release her breast. “Okay?”

Please be okay, because I don’t want to stop.

21

Nora

Am I okay? Is he serious? I’m so okay. Better than okay. I’m on freaking cloud nine. I thought Grayson’s hands felt good on my body, but that was nothing compared to his mouth.

I push my hips into his, arch my back, and roll my body against his just to show him how okay I am. There’s an ache between my legs. That’s where I need him.

I roll my hips a second time. Grayson groans, grips my hips, and stalls my movements.

“I need more,” I breathe.

“I’ll give it to you, but if you keep doing that, this’ll be over before it starts.”

I giggle, and he flips us around once again. I’m pinned beneath him, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be. He’s so big and strong, and the weight of his body on mine is intoxicating.

A rush of confidence has me grabbing his hand. I guide it between my legs, pushing his fingers against me as I raise my hips. I want his mouth back on me, but more than that, I need him to touch me where I ache the most.

Grayson lowers his head and latches onto my breast as his fingers work the button and zipper on my shorts. His hand slips inside. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as his fingers slide over my panties. He toys with the edges but doesn’t dip underneath.

“Are you teasing me?” I pant, anxious for more.

“Never. Lift your hips.”

I lift my hips so he can pull my shorts off. My heart slams against my ribcage, and for a split second I wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin.