Page 45 of Losing Forever
She lifts her head and locks eyes with me. “Really?” Hope and doubt cloud her tone.
I kiss her forehead. “Really. But don't tell anyone,” I tease and wink because I have to lighten the mood.
She giggles. It's not filled with humor, but it's a start.
“Well, this was a bust.” I stand and offer her my hand.
She takes it and lets me pull her up.
I keep her close. “You'll remember this island as depressing when all I wanted was for you to have fun.”
“You wanted to have fun, too,” she says with a knowing grin. Her gaze shifts to the trail we took to get here. “And parts of it were anything but depressing.”
I can't stop a smile from forming.
She brings her attention back to me and pushes up on her toes. “You always remember the last part of a trip the most. If we end it on a good note, it won't be as depressing for you.”
“Or for you.” I hold her arms to help her balance.
“It's nothing I'm not used to.” With that, she ends the conversation and our adventure with a kiss.
17
Braylee
Kissing Grayson might be my favorite thing on earth. He's so practiced, so skilled it'd be impossible not to like. Also, it could be my imagination, but our lips seem made for each other. They're the perfect fit.
His taste is better than any chocolate or candy I've ever had. That seems made for me, too—a flavor that's all him. I can't get enough.
Then there's the zap of craziness my body experiences each time we touch. Like we're two live wires joining together and igniting sparks.
I need to get my fill now because doing this on a regular basis isn't an option. No matter how easy it would be for me to fall for him, especially knowing how he kisses, I’m not ready for an intense relationship—and this would be powerful. Even if I were ready, Grayson is in a worse place than I am. He's not speaking to his parents and riding the low that comes with escaping your life. I know that place and only just crawled out of it a month or so ago. I'm still crawling away.
We'd be a bad couple, but we'd also be so good—chemistry-wise.
Okay. Bray. Time to end this kiss, before his hand creeps lower on my back. Too late. His fingers brush over the curve of my butt. He pulls me to his hard erection. Tingles shoot to my toes, and I lose my breath.
Instead of moving away, I open my mouth wider for him to explore and push taller onto my toes. I’m surprised they're not numb. I cup the back of his neck and tug him down closer to my level. He comes willingly, his other arm snaking around my waist to secure me to him.
His tongue licks and twirls with mine, so deep, and yet it's not enough. The fire in my body spreads to certain areas. I haven't felt this much desire in a long time. Maybe not ever.
Grayson tilts my head back and kisses my jaw, below my ear, and down my neck. His breath warms my skin while his lips and tongue have me squirming in his arms. My heart pumps faster, and my lungs struggle to keep up with the wild pace. If he doesn't stop, I might erupt or pass out.
I slide my fingers into his grown-out hair and give the strands a gentle tug. “Grayson.” His name comes in a pant.
“Holy shit. I like that,” he murmurs and kisses a path up my neck.
“Like what?” My head hangs, my back arched so much, my only support is Grayson's arms.
“The way you pull my hair and say my name.” He lifts his face and takes in my features. “You are insanely beautiful. Have I told you that?”
In the past, guys have told me I'm pretty. They like my eyes or my hair, but no one has ever called me beautiful and preceded the compliment with the wordinsanelyor delivered it with such reverence the way Grayson does.
I give him a soft smile. “You’re beautiful, too. Has anyone ever toldyouthat?” I'm teasing. No doubt he's heard it all his life.
He takes a moment, his brows tightening like he's trying to recall. How cute.
“Sexy? Yes. Hot? Yes. Great lay? Every time. But I think you're the first to call me beautiful.”
