Page 117 of Crossover

I tried to focus on his words, but it was hard as desire continued to crash through me.

As he lowered his head, I slid my fingers through his dark locks, sucking in a sharp breath when his mouth seared a fresh burn on my nipple. I arched my back as Grayson’s tongue circled the peak of my breast while he trailed his fingertips down my stomach.

“Do you want another career?” I managed.

A low, throaty chuckle rumbled against my nipple’s sensitive skin, and eyes like dew-covered grass, full of mischief, looked up at me.

“You really want to talk careers right now?”

“I…” When I swallowed, I felt the vibrations of his chuckle again, this time at the base of my throat. “I want to make sure you’ll be happy.”

His fingertips trailed along my inner thigh, tortuously slow. I opened my thighs wider, silently begging for him to touch me where I needed it most.

“I plan on spending time with you, your family, and my family. Barry extended an offer for me to join his team,” he continued, the brush of his touch landing just outside my hot sex.

I whimpered from the cruelty of having to wait this long to be satisfied.

“But for right now, I just want to enjoy spending some time with you.”

Grayson locked dark eyes with me as he finally slid his hand over the apex of my body. The heat intensified, buzzing with an electric current that shot from my sex to my breasts.

“You’re so wet,” he cooed, sliding his fingers between my folds.

“Please,” I moaned, pushing my hips up, trying desperately to encourage his fingers to breach my entrance.

“I’m going to make you come, Ivy,” Grayson growled.

I moaned in relief, but when he sat up and pulled his body away from mine, I propped myself up on my elbows, my voice as breathless as it was desperate. “What are you doing?”

He smirked at that, the tease, before punching something on his phone and then kneeling at the foot of the bed.

His big hands grabbed my ankles and yanked, pulling my lower body to the base of the bed.

“You’ll watch the sunrise while you come on my tongue,” he demanded.

I swear, if words alone had the power to make me come undone? Those would be them.

He pulled until everything from my tailbone down hung off the bed. And then…

He lifted both of my thighs up over his shoulders and stared at me one last time before his tongue made a long stride up my sex.

My eyes immediately rolled back as the tip of his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud.

“We…we don’t have drapes,” I warned.

I could feel Grayson’s mouth curl up into a smile. “I texted the nurse to keep your grandmother inside for the next hour.”

The likelihood of Grams braving the biting cold for a morning stroll was slim to none, but Grayson ensuring our privacy melted away my hesitation. With that final concern addressed, I surrendered to his mouth.

As I did so, the scene before me suddenly came into sharp focus.

An entire wall of glass overlooked Lake Michigan while, directly in front of me, my lower body literally sat on Grayson’s face. My inner thighs pressed against his ears as his head moved up and down in long, slow strides against the top of my sex. He knew how to work my body like a musician reading the sheets of music.

Swirling his tongue around and around, a wave of pleasure began to build in my lower belly.

My fingers threaded through his hair, and a deep groan rumbled from Grayson’s throat, the vibrations resonating through my most sensitive flesh. The dual assault of pleasure nearly overwhelmed me, but then his eyes captured mine, and the world seemed to still.

In that moment of connection, vulnerability washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of unwavering trust. Being with him in quiet, intimate moments like this transcended mere physical desire. It was a window to something deeper. In his forest depths, I saw not just passion, but his promise—of devotion, of understanding, of a future intertwined.

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