He pulled away, stood up.
“Fuck,” he hissed, raking his hand through messy rose gold hair.
I got on my elbows, dazed. “What?” What did I do?
“You really are fucking trouble.” Grayson eyed me, rubbing his cock, up and down. “Little nun almost made me come with her hand.”
His cock was so, so hard, and I sucked in a breath now that I could see it all. Seven inches? Eight? I don’t know. I’d never had to, you know, measure something like that. It was long and thick, veins like delicate vines throbbing up to a glistening head.
I looked up and realized Grayson was watching me, a soft, satisfied smile on his face that made my stomach tighten painfully. He reached for his discarded jeans, finding a condom, and rolling it over the head.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
Some stupid joke about expired condoms flitted through my brain but died as the condom reached the base of his cock. Because I just wanted more. Inside me.
I opened my legs.
His eyes darkened and he crawled between them, putting his weight on his elbows. The head touched me, and I sucked in a breath, arching, aching. It wasn’t enough, barely a kiss. He gripped my face in his hands, thumbs spanning my jaw.
“I want to be inside you, Story Hale,” he said. “I’ve wanted to be inside you since the day you turned my life upside down. I can’t stop thinking about it. What you’d feel like coming on my cock. The sounds you’ll make.”
His voice was strangled, thumbs digging into my cheekbones.
“So what are you waiting for?” I whispered.
He raked his gaze along my body like a man who’d spent years at sea and just found land, finishing where my thighs were spread for him, and all he needed to do was slide in.
When he came back up, his eyes throbbed with a dark need.
“I wasn’t supposed to fall for you.”
My heart lurched at the words.
“Before if I fucked it up, the worst that could happen is you spread some bullshit rumor. Now?” He shook his head, then his eyes softened. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to mess this up for you.”
He was getting lost in his mind. In the thorny places he didn’t want others to follow. I arched up, pushing him in that first few millimeters.
His eyes flashed to mine.
“Don’t think about that,” I said softly. “Don’t think about anything. Just…just the tip.” I smiled and was rewarded with a rare Grayson grin. He leaned forward, teeth grazing my ear, igniting a flurry of goose bumps that left no part of me untouched, even tingling in my teeth.
“I can’t promise I won’t come fast, but it is not over.” He bit down on the lobe and I gasped. “I want to fuck you until you fall apart. Until your soul is bruised with me. I’ve got way too much I want to do to you, Story. Understand?”
He lifted up, pinning me with his stare.
I nodded, and he gave me another crooked smile. “There’s my girl.”
He pushed in a little more, and I gasped.
“You tell me when it hurts, and we stop.” His voice was strained.
He was big, and maybe it hurt, but it hurt in a right way. That gnawing, dripping ache was satiated by the pain.
“More.” I grasped his shoulders, urging him into action. Dragging my hands down his muscled back, begging for more. I could tell he wanted to go further, but something was stopping him.
I shifted, trying to urge him. His neck was corded, and his biceps were so strained I could see muscles I didn’t even know how to name.
“You sure?” He frowned at me.