Page 109 of Crossfire

Grayson’s mouth twitched in amusement. “Liar.”

And then…

Then, his lips pressed to mine.

Oh my god.

The thread completely broke.

As I parted my lips, his heated breath intermingled with mine, and the delicate touch of his tongue against my own elicited a deep, guttural groan from within me.

My fingers wove through his silky hair once more, grasping the back of his head as our mouths moved in perfect unison, opening and closing with burning passion. A fire ignited within me, every nerve ending coming alive, and in that moment, I craved every inch of him desperately. Deeply.

Grayson’s hands continued to cradle my face, his kiss growing more urgent and desperate with each passing second. I arched my back, pressing my chest against his, yearning to close any remaining distance between us.

A moan escaped his lips, vibrating against my mouth and intensifying my longing for his touch on other parts of my body…

Shifting my hands to his shoulders, I marveled at the sculpted strength beneath my fingertips, his muscles flexing as his hands trailed down my face.

His right hand found its way to my throat, and though he applied no pressure, the sensation should have filled me with dread. After all, this man possessed the power to extinguish my life in an instant—a prolonged squeeze to cut off my air supply or a swift twist to sever my spine.

Yet, inexplicably, his touch had an entirely different effect on me. My back arched involuntarily, and the heat within me surged to an almost-unbearable level.

Especially when his other hand began to glide down my chest.

And cupped my breast.

“Grayson,” I whimpered.

Suddenly, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, carrying me back to the cabin without a hint of strain.

Through the front door, which he kicked closed with his foot. Down the hallway and into a bedroom.

He dropped me onto the bed with a bounce and leaned over me, his face inches from my own as he wrapped his right hand around my throat again and commanded, “stay.”

I didn’t move.

I had never been more turned on in my entire life.

Grayson kept his eyes locked on mine as he stood back up and retrieved a small plastic square from the wallet in his back pocket. A fragment of a thought appreciated that he was responsible enough to keep protection with him at all times. A jealous thought wondered who might’ve been with him last, but I shoved it aside, my body demanding my full attention.

My inner thighs ached with need, my stomach clenching at the thought of him slipping that on and climbing on top of me.

But he didn’t. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, his attention gliding over my body.

My breath caught in my throat as Grayson commanded in a low growl, “Take off your clothes.” His fiery emeralds seared my skin, igniting a firestorm of desire in my veins.

With trembling fingers, I discarded my shirt and bra, my nipples tightening under his hungry stare. Grayson shed his own top, revealing a gorgeous blanket of olive skin and rippling muscles that made me ache to touch him.

We quickly removed the rest of our clothing until there was nothing left between us but charged anticipation. Grayson’s gaze raked over my naked body, the raw need in his expression sending an electric current down my spine.

“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he rasped.

But he was the one who was gorgeous here. I mean, my God, I didn’t know bodies like this existed in real life. His arms and stomach were lined with perfection, each ridge one that I wanted to commit to memory, so I could draw them anytime I wanted in my mind’s eye.

Then, he was on me, his mouth a fire trailing heat down my throat to my breasts. When he dragged his tongue over my nipple, I arched into him with a gasp, pleasure pulsing to my core. My nipples peaked beneath the warmth of his tongue and the chilly air as Grayson sucked and licked in spectacular circles.

A soft moan escaped my throat, and my thighs trembled. When he moved to the other breast, his thumb dragging over the bud before consuming it with his lips, my hips began to squirm, greedily wanting him inside me.

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