Page 109 of Catch Me When I Fall

“Y-you do deserve me,” I stammered, bending my legs and lifting my thighs to give him better access.

We both let out a sound when he was fully seated inside me. He brushed a curl from my face. “Been searching for you Carrie, hunting you. My entire fucking life,” he murmured, pulling out. I braced for the hard thrust, wanting it. He didn’t give it. Instead, he gently pushed back into me again. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So kind. So gentle. Such a fucking treasure, Sunshine.”

My bottom lip trembled as his body continued to move over me, his cock going in and out of me gently. It hit me then.

He wasn’t fucking me.

No, Joseph Grayson was making love to me.

My hands slid up, one wrapping under his arm and the other around his neck, my fingers going into his hair.

“I’ve been waiting,” I whispered back, my eyes scanning his face, tracing the line of his scar. “All my life, I’ve been waiting for you to catch me.”

He closed his eyes and leaned down, his lips pressing against my forehead before putting his against it. “You jumping for me, Carrie?” he asked, grunting into my mouth. “You gotta jump, baby.” His hips began to move faster, but no less harder as his cock began to hit the spot inside me that made me see stars.

My back arched, my breasts touching his chest, his rough hair rubbing against my sensitive buds. Electricity shot through me, straight down to my clit. Whimpering, I brought my hand to his scarred cheek, holding his eyes as we breathed and gasped into each other, ready to give him the truth I’d been holding onto for months.

My feelings for him weren’t just some wild fascination—or a fluke—no, this was fate.

Joseph Grayson was my fate.

“I love you,” I said, my breath hitching as emotion swelled in my throat.

His face transformed then, and suddenly, my hands were pinned above my head, his pace picking up. “Again,” he demanded harshly, baring his teeth as our skin slapped together.

A tear escaped my eye. “I love you,” I promised on a moan. “I think—I think I’ve always loved you, Grayson.”

He groaned, bending his head to watch our bodies meet, his cock stretching me. I was moaning now, feeling my climax starting to build, my legs starting to shake. “It’s coming,” I breathed.

“Again,” he clipped, looking back at me. His face looked pained, his eyes wide.

I froze, seeing the darkness that lived inside him, the pain he’d been through swirling around in his dark pools, the fear glimmering around it all. He’d been through hell, time and time again.

“Grayson.” I tried to pull my hands free. I needed to touch him.

“Again, Carrie,” he begged, his voice raw. “Fucking say it again. Please.”

I opened my mouth but he cut me off. “You and I—this—it was never in the cards for me. You were never supposed to be a part of my life—happiness was merely a myth, baby. Until you.”

I held his eyes, finally understanding. “I love you.”

“Keep saying it until I come inside you, Sunshine. Please,” he whimpered, his hips moving faster now.

I gave him what he needed. “I love you, Grayson. So much.”

He groaned, closing his eyes again and dipping his head, his lips finding mine, moving down my jaw and neck until his face was hidden. Then, my hands were released and I moved, wrapping my arms around him, my legs around his hips. I clung to him, taking all of him as he grunted and groaned in my ear, his muscles tense.

My lips found his ear, my breath coming out in pants. “I love you.”

He growled against my neck, the sound scorching through my body, and I knew he was close, his thrusts erratic now. “I love you,” I vowed again, my voice trembling. “Fill me up, Grayson. Pump me full.”

I was close now, knowing he was going to spill inside of me, give me something that no other man had. He was the only one. Robert always wore a condom and barely touched me during the act, like I was some sort of disease to him—a chore.

“Fuck,” he bit off, his hands dropping to my hips, squeezing. He slammed into me again, shoving my body higher on the mattress. “Fuck, Sunshine,” he repeated, his voice and body trembling as I dragged my hand across the corded muscles of his shoulder

I pressed a kiss to his scar. “Come inside me and tell me you love me,” I whispered, gasping as my body let go. Pleasure exploded through my bloodstream as the gates of heaven opened for me. My thighs tightened around him, clinging to him, silently begging him to come with me.

“Grayson,” I whispered as my fingers gripped his hair. It was plea.

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