Page 70 of Crossover

Then, his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding.

I tried to stifle my moan of pleasure. I really did. But the intoxicating heat of his kiss demolished my flimsy defenses. My back arched involuntarily, pressing my aching breasts against the hard wall of his chest.

In one final, pathetic attempt to push him away, I yanked my wrist free and slammed both palms against his chest. Grayson’s muscles were so tense, he didn’t even move an inch; instead, he opened his mouth, slipping his tongue against mine.

Again, I moaned, opening my mouth wider for him.

“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you, Kitten,” he taunted, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.

“I…”I can’t.

When I didn’t speak those words, I could feel his lips curl into a smirk as he brought his hand to my breast, my nipple betraying my lie by instantly hardening as I gasped. Deepening his kiss, Grayson slid his hand down my stomach, slipping it beneath my jeans and panties.

And slid a finger between my thighs.

“Your body wants this, Kitten,” Grayson accused smugly as I moaned.

Instantly, nothing mattered except his mouth on mine, his hand between my legs. I wanted him to rub me where I needed it, but he kept his finger furiously away from my aching spot, his kisses trailing down my jaw and neck.

“He could never satisfy you like I can,” Grayson said.

I know…

He flicked his finger over my sensitive bud, making my head fall back as he rubbed merciless circles around the swollen nub. Pleasure radiated through me, coiling tighter with each flick. I needed him—all of him—inside of me, claiming me.

“Tell me to stop,” he challenged darkly.

Stop. One word, and this would all end.

Say it, Ivy.

But then he thrust a finger deep inside me, and all rational thoughts fled. I clutched his biceps, my knees threatening to buckle, as he added a second finger, pumping slowly. His thumb never ceased its tortuous circles on my sex, and I could feel my climax building embarrassingly fast.

“Let me show you what a real man can do, Kitten.” His low rasp sent more heat between my legs.

Grayson pumped in and out, swirling my bud with this thumb, as my fingers clutched his arms so tightly, I wondered if he’d have bruises after this. His lips crushed mine again as he worked the space between my thighs until an orgasmic wave rose higher.

My hips jerked. I was so close, teetering on the knife’s edge. Just a little more, and I’d?—

He withdrew abruptly, a seductive growl escaping his throat as he peeled off all my clothes with such force, I feared they would tear.

I let him.

I also let him push me back up against the wall, kneel, and throw my left thigh over his shoulder. His angry expressionlocked with mine as he trailed a scorching path of kisses from my inner thigh toward my aching, moist center.

Just before he placed his mouth where I needed it, an unspoken moment passed between us as I stood here, completely exposed to a man who I should fear. A gun was still tucked in his waistband as he trailed a fresh line of kisses on the inside of my inner thigh andaroundmy sex.

I whimpered, my hips shifting with need.

“Hold still,” he commanded, making me wait for it. Torturing me with being so close to what I needed but holding it at bay, just outside my reach.

“Eyes on me, Kitten,” he ordered as he finally drew his mouth to my center.

The first swipe of his tongue along my sex made my hips jerk.

Holy crap.

His stubble scraped deliciously against my sensitive skin as he swirled his tongue around and around, never breaking eye contact, while that ache in my lower belly grew higher and higher. Grayson’s mouth was pure sin, knowing just how to stoke the flames inside me.

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