Page 95 of Hold Me Before You Go

“W-what?” I stammered, my breath hitching.

“Supposed to be focused, baby,” he murmured roughly. “We need to have a conversation, but I can’t focus on that right now. You know why?”

“Grayson—”

“—you told Jeremy I was the love of your life,” he clipped, the harshness in his voice chilling me to the bone.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You told him that we—that I—was your family now,” he continued, his voice hard, vibrating with emotion.

I nodded, chest heaving as I took a step forward. “Yes.”

Silence fell between us, the only sounds our harsh breaths, but I could hardly hear his. My heart was pounding in my ears like a mighty drum, building up to a crescendo. His eyes left my face, trailing down my body, pausing at the swell of my chest, and my nipples hardened underneath the sweatshirt. My lips parted, and I began to pant as his eyes continued their way down, stopping at my belly, then my hips before going down my legs to my fuzzy sock-covered feet.

Grayson’s face twisted then, guilt and pain taking over. “You will never know the guilt—the utter agony I feel—for not getting to you sooner.”

His words struck me, and I turned my head. “Grayson—”

“You’re the fucking love of my life too, beautiful,” he growled, surging forward. Before I knew it, I was in his arms, one of his hands in my hair as the other banded around my waist tightly, holding me against his warm, hard body as his mouth came down onto mine.

This wasn’t just a kiss—-it was a confession, aprayer.

I gasped into his mouth as he forced it open, his tongue plunging inside, drinking from me. My hands fisted his shirt,holding onto him for dear life as he spun us, groaning my name against my lips as he walked me backward, not stopping until my ass was against the island. The hand in my hair slithered to my front, his rough skin trailing over my ear and jaw before dropping down to my neck, holding me in place as he ravaged my mouth, tilting his head to the side.

My teeth scraped against his, both of us fighting for control, drunk on each other’s taste. “Grayson,” I whimpered just as his hand tightened around my throat, his other coming around to my front, diving into my leggings. He said nothing, only grunting as he pulled my underwear to the side before sinking a finger into me. I was already soaked, had been from the moment he looked at me.

My body was his, and no other man would ever make me feel like this. I cried out into his mouth, my hands snapping up to his shoulders as he continued to kiss me. He took my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it for a moment as he moved his finger in and out of me slowly, teasing me.

When he released my lip, he moved, diving down, kissing my cheek, my chin, my jaw before getting to my neck, his hand shifting to the back of it, forcing me to arch. My body ignited as his scorching kisses landed on my sensitive skin. I gasped his name, moving my hips in time with his finger, my clit humming, pulsing with need.

“Grayson,” I moaned. “Grayson, touch me.”

He chuckled darkly, and then I felt his teeth graze against my skin, teasing me as his finger pumped in and out at a steady pace. “Got a finger buried in your pussy. That is touching you.”

I leaned back, whimpering as my eyes met his wild ones. “That’s not what I mean.”

A wicked smile stretched across his face then, making him look even more feral. I only got a glimpse of it before he dove back to my neck, “Say the words, Sunshine.” He pulled out hisfinger, moving it up close to my clit. I could feel the heat of it, my core slick with arousal. “You want me to touch you here?”

I nodded, bracing for the pleasure that would come when he did.

He didn’t.

Instead, he shoved two more fingers inside me, stretching me. I moaned, my eyes rolling back, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “Please,” I rasped, my voice shaking.

I felt his tongue then, dragging up to my ear, teasing the outer shell. Zaps of pleasure shot through my body, to my aching nipples and down to the bundle of nerves he refused to touch. His breath was hot and harsh against my ear. “The love of your life wants to hear you say thefilthy fucking words,” he growled, his hand moving faster now, my walls fluttering around his fingers as sloppy sounds filled the air around us.

I stuttered, gasping as my nails dug into his shoulders, my hips moving faster, my body chasing the release it was so desperate for.

Grayson clicked his tongue. “You don’t get what you want until I do, baby.”

“Please,” I begged.

His grip on the back of my neck tightened. “Say the words.”

I gave in. “I want you to touch my clit,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Grayson groaned, pulling his fingers from me, slowly dragging them up to my clit. “Are you my filthy girl?” A raw sound left me as his wet finger brushed over the sensitive bundle once, then twice with a feather-like touch. “Are you my needy girl?” he rumbled, his voice low.

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