Page 72 of Losing Forever
I rinse my mouth out with water and set my toothbrush on the counter next to his. He stands behind me, watching me in the mirror’s reflection. Suddenly, I feel very small.
Grayson steps close behind me and slides his hands around my scarred torso. “You are beau—” He clamps his lips and huffs. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I meet his violet-blue eyes in the mirror.
“I have an idea.” He sweeps my long hair behind my shoulder, the color so dark compared to my skin, and kisses my neck. “Let’s pretend today is opposite day.”
“Okay.” I smile and lean my head to the side to give him better access.
He kisses my shoulder. “You are hideous. The most unattractive woman in the world.” He kisses the crook of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin.
I giggle at the feel of his scruff and at his words. “You’re absolutely hideous, too. Not sexy at all, and a horrible kisser.”
He chuckles against my neck and then kisses under my ear. “I am not going to worship every inch of this body. I’m not going to caress your scars or breasts, or pinch your nipples, or feast on your hot, wet pussy.”
Oh, God. My knees go weak with desire. “Grayson?” I murmur, breathless, and clasp my fingers behind his neck.
He runs his hands up my torso to my breasts. Unhooking the front clasp to my bra, he massages and teases each nipple until I’m panting with want.
With a groan, he spins me around and hoists me up against his body. “To bed with you.”
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into the bedroom. We kiss like we can’t get enough, as if we’re devouring our favorite dessert.
He lays me on the mattress, my knees bent and raised, waiting for him to close the distance. In typical Grayson fashion, he draws out the moment, staring at me with so much desire and affection, it’s as if he’s saying how much he wants me and how beautiful I am without using words.
It’s too much, having him look at me so lovingly when we’re about to have sex. To be safe, I close my eyes but lift my arms for him to come to me. The bed dips. He kisses my knee, then thigh, and slides my panties down my legs until they’re off.
His lips find my scar near my belly button. He peppers it with kisses, following the path it leaves on my body. He even tilts me onto my side a little so he can get the parts of my scar on my back. Whispers leave his mouth, but I can’t make out the words. Tears pool behind my closed eyes. Whatever he’s saying, I’m sure it’s sweet and loving and more than I can handle.
He lies me on my back and kisses a trail between my legs before lifting one and securing my knee over his shoulder. His tongue meets my sensitive spot, licking and taunting me. I writhe, lifting my hips to meet him.
“Not yet.” He presses a hand on my belly, holding me still, and continues to torture me with his tongue. “I could feast on you forever.”
I could let him.
Soon, he’s sucking and using his fingers, plunging them deep inside me.
I can barely breathe. He must have let me go, because now I’m gyrating against his face. “Grayson, please. I’m so close.”
He slides up my body, suckles my nipples in his mouth, and positions his erection at my entrance. “Look at me, Braylee,” he whispers across my lips. “Let me see those eyes.”
At this point, I’ll do whatever he asks. Maybe I would at any point in time. My eyelashes flutter, and I meet his violet blues, the color nearly consumed by his dark pupils.
He holds my gaze, a small smile appearing on his face, and thrusts inside me, filling me completely. With our eyes locked, his hands near my face, he rocks into me over and over as if we’re making love and not just having sex.
Tears threaten to pool again. I blink them away and pretend for one moment, we’re in this for more, for forever maybe. Dangerous thoughts, but I can always dispel them later.
Grayson isn’t the only one afraid to be in a relationship. I’m healthy now but that doesn’t mean I’ll stay that way. The injuries I sustained could cause problems later in life. And I’ll always have scars physicallyandmentally. Who would want to hitch themselves to this broken boat? What Grayson and I have is perfect because it’s perfectly flawed like us.
“Braylee?” Grayson hums my name and brushes his nose with mine. “Stay with me.”
I focus on his eyes again, the color dark and deep. I want to lose myself in them—in him.
He kisses me with passion but also a tenderness I can’t be imagining. Grayson has so much love to give. He just holds himself back.
I run my hands up his muscular sides and lose myself in the kiss.
He moans. “You feel amazing. So wet and tight. I could live inside you.”
