Page 75 of Return to Us
His hand covers mine, and a million questions dance in his beautiful eyes. I want him to kiss me.
It took one night in his house to chase the nightmares away. All of it because of him.
After another minute of silence, his thumb glides along my palm. “You know, we keep ending up in bed or alone. I have always wanted you, Jess. My resistance isn’t this strong.”
“Maybe we should stop resisting.”
I do everything I said I wouldn’t but wanted to. I kiss him. Grayson responds immediately, pushing me to the bed, kissing me back while his hands hold my face. He rolls us so I’m on top, and I don’t waste a second. Who knows when one of us will come to our senses or remember that the reason we pull back is because this is stupid.
I will leave.
He will stay.
We will break. That’s the reality.
However, this kiss is the dream, and I don’t want to wake up.
He built a house in the place we fell in love, and right now, there’s no way I will pull back from him.
I moan against his lips and kiss the stubble along his strong jawline. He’s so damn sexy like this. Not perfectly put together, just a man—a very sexy one.
I nip at his ear and then go back to his mouth. He was my first kiss. My first lover. My first love, and while I’ve spent a good portion of my adult life pretending we were nothing, my body remembers otherwise.
His deep voice vibrates through me. “You drive me insane. Your mouth, your fucking mouth is everything I remember.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging our mouths back together. I kiss him, letting my body mold against his.
“No stopping,” I say.
“No stopping. I’m going to love you again.”
I love him now. My legs straddle him, feeling his erection hard between us. I’ve missed this, the way he touches me, bringing me to life in a way only he can.
My shirt lifts, his rough calluses touching the skin on my back as he pulls it up over my head. The fabric falls to the floor, and then he pulls my sports bra down, palming my breast. God, this feels too good. It’s so right, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me, filling me with everything I’ve been missing.
Him.
My head tips back when his tongue runs around my nipple before he takes it in his mouth. Grayson flicks it a few times, causing the moan coming from my throat to be low and husky.
“You feel so good,” I say quietly.
“You feel so right.”
I look down at him, his wording making my breath hitch. “Gray.”
“Don’t tell me to stop.”
I shake my head. “Not this time.”
If we were somewhere else, I might have the strength, but not here. His bed faces the windows looking out at the vista, and I wonder how he did it. It would’ve destroyed me to be here. Just two seconds was enough to have me crumbling inside. Instead of pretending we never were, Grayson lived in it, surrounding himself in our past.
He rolls us again, staring at me as he pulls his shirt over his head. “Do you know how many times I wished for this? How often I rolled over, wishing I’d find you next to me? Can you even fathom how looking out at that view every morning drove me crazy? And then you came back. You came here, and fuck, Jess, I can’t push you away again.”
The deep emotion in his voice breaks me. I want to speak, but I know I can’t because my head is spinning.
I reach up, pressing my palm to his chest. “Love. We. I. Sorry.”
What I want to say is: I love you. I’m sorry I left you. I need you, and this is what we always should’ve been—together.
