Page 83 of Defended By Love

“You feel desperate?” he asks.

I don’t answer him, even as he runs his fingers along my pussy then up to his mouth again for another lick.

“How you feel right now: aching, dying, desperate, is how I always feel about you. I hold it in because I know I’d scare you off otherwise, but that’s what’s raging inside of me. I am always a hair away from madness when it comes to you. You consume my every thought so much so that, most of the time, I can’t think at all. I do know, though, that if you get hurt again, I would shatter. I would shatter and I’d take the whole world down with me.”

He leans forward again to cup his hand against my cheek, his thumb brushing at my red lips and dipping into my mouth.

“So, I ask you again—was your plan stupid?”

If he truly feels even a fraction of the desperation that I feel right now, then there’s only one answer.

“Yes.”

Grant smirks. “Good girl.”

Chapter 36

Righting himself between my legs and sitting back on his heels, Grant takes a second to look me over. His eyes hold a promise of pleasure to come, even as they alight with a hunger that makes me keen my hips towards him.

Even without his gravity power, I’m drawn to him. My hands, now freed from his restraint, rove up his powerful thighs as he kneels between me.

I just want him.

I want us.

We belong together.

“I really want to be inside you, now.” Grant flexes his hands and holds them back.

“Fuck, yes.”

Grant’s hands twitch forward, but he holds them back.

“It’s just… I go a bit insane when I’m inside you.”

“Fuck, yes,” I repeat, hoping this time he goes for it.

Releasing a slow, ragged breath, Grant runs his hand through his hair. Sweat has begun to bead on his forehead, so his hair clings together for a moment after he pushes it back. For a second, he looks how he did when we first met.

“I’m serious. When I got all lasered at work, something changed inside me. You’re my new gravity. I’m pulled towards you. Everything is about you. I’m just worried that if I get too close, I’ll get too intense and scare you off.”

“Sometimes you just have to go for it,” I say, like I’m the expert and not the person with the worst possible track record at trusting people to stay with me. “You just have to jump.”

Grant moves towards me and pulls back. “It’s just, when I was fingering you earlier it was like this need to consume you exploded inside me and—” He pauses, looking me over. “What are you doing?”

What I’m doing is moving things along. I know when negotiations aren’t going anywhere, and new tactics need to be employed.

Grant is spiraling, spiraling in a way that can’t be broken by words. No, words and thinking are what sucked him into this vicious vortex. He needs actions.

More specifically, me touching myself.

Grant groans, but doesn’t take his eyes off me. He watches my fingers circle my clit with an intensity that burns my skin.

“I think I’ve been teased enough. You said you were waiting until I fell for you. Well, I fell. Hard. Now what? You’re afraid I’m going to run? Because you’re too intense? I jumped off a building today to make a point. There’s nothing in the world that’s too intense for me.”

“Want to bet?” Grant asks, his nostrils flaring.

I don’t have time to answer.

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