Page 72 of Hold Me Before You Go

“Baby, I don’t want to—”

“—I need you,” I confessed, cutting him off in a rush, the inside of my thighs wet now. I didn’t need him to second-guess this. I needed him to still want me, to still love me.

He stiffened at my words, his gaze hard.

That’s when I saw it. With the morning sun shining through the windows behind him and the glow of the fire in front of him, I saw it. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

There, beneath the darkness and pain in his eyes, I saw love, shining brighter than all the rest.

Nothing else needed to be said.

I told my brain to shut up and whispered his name once more, the plea leaving my lips, changing everything between us.

The next thing I knew, I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his middle, my core on his belt, the cool metal against my clit, causing me to whimper.

He held me against him—all of me—in the air. He didn’t struggle. No, it was almost as if this was easy to him, holding me in his arms like I was the lightest thing on Earth.

“Give me that mouth,” he ordered gruffly.

I obeyed, slamming my lips against his in a heated frenzy, tasting him, consuming him—just like he consumed me.

As my hands dove into his hair, he kept his hands on my ass as he walked us down the hallway, pressing me against the closest wall with a growl. I moaned, nibbling his bottom lip before he trailed his lips over my jaw and down my neck. “Nearly fucking lost you. Nearly lost my goddamn mind in the fucking process,” he growled, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks. "I need you, baby. I need you right fucking here."

I nodded, gripping his hair and gently pulling him away from me. “Please,” I rasped.

All bets were off then as our quick, panting breaths collided together, working in a tandem to get his belt off. I yanked it up and through the loops, tossing it onto the floor as he pressed me further into the wall, pinning me in the air. One of his hands left my ass, coming between us so he could get his pants unbuttoned.

My heart pounded as my shaking hands went to the bottom of his shirt, yanking it up over his abs, dark, coarse hair dusting over them. My mouth salivated at the sight, and suddenly, I wanted him in my mouth. I pushed the tight material over his thick muscles as he grunted, his cock finally free. It was thick and glorious, the head of it dark red, angry. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at the pearl-colored drop on top. I wanted to taste that.

Later.

I continued shoving his thermal up, urging him to lift his big arms.

“Baby,” he murmured, his forehead coming to mine.

“I need you. I need your skin against me, Grayson. Please,” I begged my voice shaking. I couldn’t describe it. Nothing elsemattered in this world, not in this moment, this second. It was just him and I.

“This shirt comes off, and then my dick goes in you, you hear me? I’m not fucking waiting any longer,” he growled. “I fucking need you too, Sunshine.”

I nodded, and then his shirt was off. Immediately, I locked my arms around his neck, pressing my chest against his, moaning at the feeling of his skin against mine, the warmth. His chest hair was rough against my soft skin, reminding me of the night I told him I loved him. It felt like ages ago, but it had only been days.

The longest days of my life.

He groaned, lining himself up against me as his lips found my ear. “Fucking dripping for me, Carrie,” he practically purred.

“Only for you,” I breathed, my clit throbbing now as goosebumps scattered across my body, waiting for him to enter me.

Without a word, his hands were back underneath my ass, and he slammed into me. My back arched as my head fell back, a strangled cry coming from my lips. “Grayson.”

He said nothing, only grunting as he pulled out and thrusted back into me again, stretching me in a way no one else ever could. I latched onto him then, burying my face in his neck as he began to fuck me in the middle of his best friend’s cabin, bringing my body down onto this cock as he thrusted upwards.

I whimpered and moaned against the skin of his neck. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my breath hitching with each thrust.

“Fuck,” he pushed out, his fingers digging into my ass now. My eyes rolled back, and his next words were unsteady and full of passion. “Fucking missed you.My Carrie, my fucking beautiful woman."

My arms tightened around him, clinging to him as the fear that had been controlling me melted away. I couldn’t stop it. My body began to work against him, my aching thighs flexing as I movedmy hips against him, his hair brushing against my clit, his cock pounding into me savagely. “You feel so g-good,” I breathed. “I missed you.”

I felt it coming. It was nearly here.

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