Page 69 of Salvaged Hearts

Dizzy and panting, my hands finally raked through that perfect head of dark hair as his free hand slipped under the flimsy sage dress I picked up downtown, and a whimper escaped my lips. Every glance, every internal admission that he was as obnoxiously beautiful as the magazines claimed, every subtle hand at the low of my back, and bickering match came back.

Only the memories didn’t send me running. I’d spent years of denying the truth of it. Under all the animosity, I—at least physically—wanted what I couldn’t have. And we finally hit the boiling point.

Because he was right here.

Not only could I have him—I did.

Greyson’s thick, straight hair was silky between my fingers, the powerful lines of his back like a handle as my fingers dug into his muscles. Strong fingers pressed into my legs until he wrapped his hands all the way around my thighs, inching higher. I needed him to. Needed those fingers to release the ache coiling in my core. Needed his mouth to ravage me entirely.

Breaking the kiss, Greyson kept our foreheads together, heady breaths filling my senses as he said, “We do this at your pace, baby.” When I nodded, he accepted my next desperatekiss before saying, “This wasn’t part of the plan. We can’t erase intimacy once it’s started.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I breathed back.

His brief smile would have been infectious had he not swallowed mine in the next heartbeat. “That all you’re looking for, princess?”

“For now.”

“And later?” Another bruising collision of lips and teeth, his fingers tightening their hold on me, sending a fresh wave of lust through my body. Triumph rolled through me as his cock strained against his pants. For years, his infuriating self-control felt like a prison wall, trapping the world away from the man. The Titan, in all his glory. For it to falter because of me…thatwas intoxicating.

“Our house is full of football players,” I pointed out.

“Ouryardis full of football players,” he countered before pulling my lip between his and giving a teasing pull.

“The staff’s laundry room entrance should bypass that.”

“Ahhh,” he rumbled, “Youwerelistening.”

“I’m always listening, Grey,” I panted.

“I fully intend to use that to my advantage.”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t.”

“Alright, clever girl, lead the way.”

I gave one quick nod before stealing his mouth, then unwinding, embarrassed to remember this beach was probably well within view of the partygoers despite the setting dusk. Grabbing his hand, I led us down the beach at what I hoped would be seen as a leisurely pace but was probably much too rushed to be so. Glancing over a shoulder, I checked to make sure no one was watching—save for a smirking Jax, who nodded in apparent farewell—and led him through the tall beach grasses toward the side path the staff used.

“You have the most exquisite ass,” he declared conversationally. Choking on my laugh, I glanced over my shoulder to find a satisfied curve to his lips, eyes scraping over my body. With a shrug, he added, “Always wanted to tell you that.”

“Might’ve caused an HR issue.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, smirking. A stabbing pain shot through my foot, and it was mostly Greyson’s hold on me that kept me from falling as I jerked back.

“Ouch!” I barked, scowling through the near darkness at the arch of my foot, exposed by the sandals they’d picked for this outfit.

“What?” He breathed, concern heavy in his tone.

“I stepped on something—” My words turned into a whoop when he scooped me right off my feet. “You intend to make a habit out of this?” I questioned with a laugh.

“Five years of PT finally paying off,” he said with a coy smile. “Now, if you could stop getting into trouble, I have other skills I’d like to demonstrate with these hands.” Grey carried me through the laundry room entrance and into the kitchen, where he promptly placed me on the counter. Standing between my legs, I gave him a little squeeze with my thighs, keeping my hands where they were looped around his neck as he brought his mouth to mine.

Slow. Meticulous. As if we had all the time in the world, and nobody would notice our absence.

“Alright, give me your foot.”

Snorting, I shook my head as he pulled away. “Oh no, you’re one ofthose? I should have known.” His only response was a sardonic glare that would put all of my brothers to shame collectively. I burst out laughing, but the sound cut off abruptly when he dropped to his knees, hands on my thighs. “Oh,” I breathed. “You’re one ofthose.”

“Do you know how badly I want to dip under this damn dress and taste you?”

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