Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I blink, not sure what to say to that. But before I can gather my wits, he presses his lips to my forehead and then my cheek before kissing my lips once again.
I’m more than ready for him—way more than. I know that I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want Grayson Sterling.
I lift my hips and spread my legs in invitation, hitching them up his hips.
Finally, he rears back and presses the head of his dick against me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Wait.”
My eyes open, and I glare at him.
“If you stop now, I swear to God I’ll put a hex on you.”
Gray only laughs, shakes his head, and dives across the bed to the nightstand, pulling a condom out of the drawer.
“I can’t let myself get carried away without protecting you,” he says. But once he’s done just that, he returns to me and wastes no time pushing all the way inside before resting there, balls-deep. “Holy God.”
“So good,” I moan and watch him as he firms his jaw as though he’s fighting to maintain control. I push my fingers into his hair and grin as my hips move, and he mutters an oath before joining me, rocking his hips back and forth in a rhythm as old as time, pushing both of us toward the most glorious finish line.
His lips fuse around my nipple as he teases the other with his fingers, and I can’t help but bow my head back and cry out as electricity shoots through me.
There’s enough energy in this room to power all of Seattle.
“Again,” he commands, leaving no room for argument as he pounds into me, demanding that I succumb to another orgasm.
“You,” I manage to say and reach down to grip his ass, pulling him into me. “You go over, Grayson.”
He bares his teeth and closes his eyes, and I watch in fascination as he loses control. He bucks against me and then comes with a low groan.
He collapses on top of me, and I don’t even care that I can’t breathe.
I’m probably dead anyway.
Finally, Gray rolls away and narrows his eyes at me.
“Do you really know how to do a hex?”
“Huh?” I push some hair off my face and frown at him. “A what?”
“A hex. You said you’d put one on me if I stopped.”
“Oh.” I giggle and roll off the bed, scooping up my clothes. “You’d better watch yourself, just in case.”
I wink at him and then saunter to his bathroom so I can clean myself up and throw on my undies and sweater.
When I return to the bedroom, Gray’s already dressed in gray sweatpants, and let me just say that we should all thank the gods above for inventing said sweatpants. I notice he’s laid out some wardrobe choices on the bed.
“I figure since I’m keeping you here tonight, you might want something more comfortable to wear.”
“Is that right?”
“Well, yeah. The sweater is beautiful on you, but it doesn’t look comfortable.”
“I meant, is it true that you think you’re keeping me here?”
He stops cold, and his face sobers. There’s my Viking. “Only if you’re agreeable. I certainly didn’t mean to imply that I’d keep you here against your will. I assumed—”
I walk to him, straddle his lap, frame his face in my hands, and kiss him hard. His hands cup my ass, gripping tightly.
“I’m staying,” I whisper against his mouth. “I just didn’t want it to be weird or assume.”
“I want you here,” he confesses. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Then I’ll stay.” I rest my forehead against his for a moment and then wiggle off his lap to my feet. “What are my choices? This sweater is a little scratchy.”
“I have an old Van Halen T-shirt.”
“My uncle Leo once toured with Van Halen,” I say as I take the offered shirt from him and slip out of my sweater. “Back in the olden days.”
“Did you just call me old?” Gray demands.
“Me? Psh. No. What else? My legs are cold.”
“I have a well-worn pair of sweats.”
“By well-worn, does that mean you’ve had them since college?”
His lips twitch with humor. “It’s likely, yes.”
“Gimme.”
I slept like a proverbial baby.
Gray and I stayed up late, had a midnight snack of olives and cheddar cheese because that’s all he had in his fridge, and then we curled up and fell asleep somewhere around two.
I crack open one eye and turn to look at Gray. He’s still fast asleep, so I check the time.
It’s eight.
I don’t remember the last time I slept until eight. I usually get up early to get a head start on my workday, which generally includes weekends.
But I deserve a morning off.
I think I’ll run down to the store that’s only about a block away and get some breakfast food, then come back and cook for us. I’ve never really been the type to do that, but it sounds kind of fun to make pancakes and eggs for Gray.