Page 46 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

“Please, oh god, please put your hands on me again.”

Then Grayson pressed me up against the side of my car and kissed me.

For a moment, I forgot everything except what it felt like to be kissed by Grayson. His hard hands were on my face, but they held me so delicately, like he was afraid I would shatter. His thumbs gently stroked my cheeks but his lips felt desperate, plundering mine with harsh, gasping breaths.

He had always been one of those silent as the tomb lovers, but he wasn’t now, loud groans breaking from his chest, as he moved his hands to my hair, tangling in my long waves.

“I want you so badly, Clementine,” he groaned, breaking off to kiss my throat, pulling me so close I could feel his heart thudding through his chest.

“It’s never been right without you.”

My legs wrapped around his waist, just an automatic muscle memory, my nipples hardening under my thin T-shirt to feel the thick bands of muscle on his chest pressed against mine.

That wasn’t true for me, was it? I had had lots of sex, good sex

But why hadn’t it felt like this?

My hands were on his thick shoulders, my arms around his neck. His cock pressed against my sensitive skin.

I could feel my breath coming in quick little pants, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips as I opened eagerly for him.

Too eager

It jolted me out of my haze and I shoved at him.

“Get off me!” I gasped.

For a second he held me tightly against his thudding heart, then he let me go.

“You’re very good at playing pretend,” I said, balling my hands into fists.

The pain in his eyes slashed at me. His chest was heaving, big gasping breaths torn out of his chest.

“It was real,” he insisted, that muscle in his jaw moving again. “I was in denial, but it was real. I was in love with you, Clementine. I never stopped loving you.”

He reached for me but I stumbled backwards away from him.

“I just want to pick up some Indian food and pretend like I never met you,” I said, feeling on the edge of hysteria.

The space between my legs was throbbing uncomfortably.

“How can I show you?” Grayson asked, keeping his hand extended toward me. “How can I show you what you mean to me, Clementine?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know if you ever can.”

Grayson’s blue eyes shadowed with pain, and his mouth tightened, but he nodded, quick and sharp.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to keep trying until you trust that I’m not going anywhere.”

My mind felt jumbled, buzzing with lust and confusion.

Would it be the stupidest thing I’d ever done to trust Grayson Bentley?

It didn’t matter that he still made my pulse race. I could not get over that he had abandoned me.

Who was to say he wouldn’t do the same thing again if things got hard?

How could I risk it?

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