Page 75 of Sighs By the Sea

She giggles, her fingers tightening in the fabric of my shirt as our lips meet again. But if she’s expecting the wolf, the demanding man, to take her hard and fast, she’s in for a surprise. I keep the kiss slow, letting our tongues move together in a dance that’s more about love than lust. The longer it goes on, the more my passion grows, but I hold back, savoring the moment.

When I finally pull away, she’s breathless, her hands still clutching my shirt. "Gray?" she whispers, her voice laced with anticipation. "Make me dirty first?"

My fucking pleasure. Baring my teeth, I nip at her neck, then sink to my knees. Maggie strips off her pants, and before I know it, she’s back on the counter, scooting to the edge, her legs spread wide.

Her pussy is glistening with arousal, and the sight alone has me nearly undone. "Look at you," I say, my voice husky with desire. My eyes roam her body, taking in every detail, even with her shirt still on. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. "Tell me what you want, Maggie."

"Taste me, Gray," she moans, her head falling back against the cupboard. "Make me feel you."

I dive in, my tongue leading the way as I swipe from her ass to her clit in one long, slow stroke before latching on. Her hands fly to the cupboard behind her, gripping it tightly as she gasps. The sound drives me wild, and I bite down gently, just enough to make her squeal. "Tastes so fucking good, Maggie," I murmur before flattening my tongue and swirling it around her sensitive peak. Her thighs clamp around my ears, and I use my hands to spread her back open, keeping her in place as I devour her.

My fingers dig into the firm muscles of her thighs, kneading them as I work. She’s whimpering now, so close to the edge. I lick and suck, my own arousal straining against my pants, but I focus on her, on the sounds she’s making—those perfect, desperate mewls that could push me over the edge if I let them.

"Maggie, baby, God," I moan. She tenses, her body going rigid as she teeters on the brink. "Yes, Gray!" she cries out, and I know she’s ready. I slide two fingers inside her, hooking them just right, and she jolts as if I’ve shocked her before screaming my name.

"Graaaayyy!"

I can’t help but smile, even as I keep my mouth on her, my tongue working her through her orgasm. Her hands dive into my hair, clutching as she rides out the waves of pleasure, her body bucking and writhing against my face.

When she finally slows, I pull back, leaning on my knees to catch my breath as I look up at her. My heart feels too full, like it might burst from the sheer satisfaction of seeing her like this. When her breathing evens out, she gives me a lazy, satisfied smile and takes my hand, guiding me to stand.

Her mouth meets mine in a fiery kiss, and I revel in the taste of her still on my lips. I love how she’s not afraid of her own juices on my tongue. It's sexy as hell and only makes me want her more. But I have to release her lips if I have any hope of making it through a shower before our dinner burns.

"Ready?" I ask, grinning because I know she is. She nods and starts to walk away, but I hold her back, smirking as she looks over her shoulder, confused. "Stir your sauce, woman. We don’t want any sticking—well, in our food anyway." I wiggle my eyebrows, and she rolls her eyes, laughing as she dutifully stirs the pot.

I check over her shoulder to ensure it’s simmering properly before lowering the heat. That should buy us thirty minutes. "Good?" she asks.

I kiss her cheek. "Perfect." When she heads toward the bathroom, I don’t stop her, but I do give her a playful smack on her bare ass. She yelps, then sprints away, and I’m right behind her, ready to make sure she’s thoroughly attended to in the shower.

Maggie

After the best sex of my life, I enjoyed the best meal of my life. Maybe it’s because I had a hand in cooking it, or maybe it’s because I was so relieved to know he wasn’t running away from me.

Our issues aren’t solved. We still need to figure out what Don is planning and how to stop it. But at least my secret is out. We’re cuddled in his bed together, the sheets tangled around our feet. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. It’s warm enough snuggled against his naked body. My fingers trace a path up and down the rough ridges of his abdomen, feeling the warmth of his skin. The soft, sparse chest hair is the perfect amount—not too much, but enough to remind me he’s a man.

“Do you need to go?” Grayson asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through his chest.

I sigh and lift my head, my hair falling like a curtain around my face. “Yes.” I don’t need to add that I don’t want to go. He knows this. I’d love to spend the evening wrapped around him, falling asleep in his arms.

“When do I get to see you again?” he asks softly, his hand brushing along my forearm, sending tingles up my spine.

Because I don’t know, I don’t answer. “I can come to you?” he adds, a hint of hope in his voice.

“And we’d have the same problem. You have to be back in San Diego for work.” His hand stops moving, and he shifts so he can sit up, the sheets rustling beneath him.

“I need at least a phone call a night. Preferably naked.” I love how desperate he sounds. Oh, I know he’s attempting to keep his voice steady and his face impassive, but I can see it—the small twitch of his brow, the tiny tick of his jaw. He doesn’t want me to leave at all. Me either, Grayson, me either. I get up from the bed and start dressing, the fabric cool against my skin. He watches without speaking, his gaze following my every move.

When my clothes are on, I let out a long breath. “We have the thing next week, right?”

“Yes. You do. I can meet you afterward.”

I return to his side of the bed and kneel down, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. “And I’ll stay the whole weekend?” I ask hopefully.

“I won’t let you leave,” he says, his voice as serious as I’ve ever heard it. It would be creepy if I didn’t want that too. “Tell me, does this demanding thing work on the rest of your harem?” I tease, because if I don’t, I might just quit my job and be his live-in sex queen.

He growls and grips me by the waist. I’m pulled over until I’m straddling his naked body, the warmth of his skin seeping through my clothes. “Naughty woman. You know you’re my only one.”

I lean over and whisper near his ear, my breath hot against his skin. “Would you starve without my taste?”

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