Page 172 of The Holiday Clause
His mouth crashed to hers in a clash of hunger and need. Fumbling with the buttons of his coat, laughing breathlessly, she pulled at his drenched layers. Greyson tried to shrug out of his jacket but the water made everything ten times heavier.
“Let me help.” Tugging hard, she hung from his arm and laughed.
“It’s like peeling a damn onion.” He finally got the coat off and tossed it onto the floor in a wet heap.
Wriggling out of her long johns and panties, she threw them on top of his sopping wet coat. Her hands went back to his shirt as water sprayed into her eyes. “You’re wearing half the North Pole.”
Greyson’s gravelly laugh curled into her. “Take this off.”
Her arms lifted as he peeled off her wet bra. It landed with a splat and everything stilled. The spray of water pouring over them as he smiled down at her, soaking wet and still in his jeans.
“Is this a dream?” He dragged his palms over her skin, lifting her arms above her head. He kissed her then dropped to his knees.
Heat carved into her the moment his mouth closed over her sex. Ripples of pleasure quickly transformed into waves, and before she knew it her cries were ricocheting off the tile walls as she came on his tongue.
Breathing hard, he stood to face her, anticipation mounting as heat crackled between them. One heartbeat. Two. Then, he crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, unstoppable kiss.
His heavy jeans hit the floor as he lifted her to his hips. “I want your tight pussy wrapped around my dick,” he rasped, voice rough as sandpaper, eyes burning with molten need.
Heart hammering, she reached between them and gripped his massive cock. She angled her body, leaning into the wall, and he thrust. They both sighed. Then his eyes opened with a flash of dark promise.
“Hold on tight.” He snapped his hips back and shoved forward, as she cried out.
The floor. The wall. The shower. The foyer. The location never mattered. He was a god. A master of pleasure. A king.
He pounded into her, greedy and hard, but no matter how close he came to consuming her whole, they both seemed to always want more.
“I want you from behind.” He set her down and spun her to face the wall, planting her hands on the wet tile. “Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance and the blunt head of his cock pushed between her slick folds, stretching her as his deft fingers worked her clit. Rising to her toes, she met his every stroke. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back, penetrating her fully.
Shocked by how deeply he filled her from this angle, she gasped. Banding his arm across her shoulders, he drew her back against his chest and dragged his mouth close to her ear.
“This is Home.”
She turned her mouth to meet his as he snapped his hips, fast and hard. Tongues licking, teeth gnashing, they took whatever wildness the other allowed. Greedy and ravenous, he closed his mouth over the bare skin of her shoulder and thrust into her. All the patience he’d shown throughout the years scorched to ash.
Clutching his hair, pulling him closer with desperate, fumbling hands, Wren arched against him, drunk on his intensity. Growling and moaning against her flesh as he ground his hips into her, as his hands slid over her body with unmistakable, possessive claim, he drove into her.
“Grey!” she cried out as her body pulsed around his pistoning cock.
Nibbling kisses along her neck, he worshipped her flesh and bathed her in praise. “Give me everything you’ve got, baby. I want your come dripping off my dick.”
Ecstasy shattered over her like rain. Pulsing, throbbing, sizzling, buzzing, she became a living emotion, controlled by this man.
“Fuck me, Greyson! Harder!”
Burying himself inside of her, hard and deep, he gripped her body as if afraid to let go. Sounds came from him that she’d never heard a man make before, and then he was kissing her again.
He took her hard and unapologetically demanded she accept every filthy desire between them. There was no more hiding. Pandora’s Box was beyond opened. It was shattered.
By the time he finished, her legs were numb. He lifted her to his chest and carried her out of the shower. She wrapped her body around his and shivered as he draped her with a towel.
“I’m not through with you yet.”
With a needy whimper, she looked up at him as he gently placed her on the bed. He crawled over her, grinding his still swollen cock over her tender sex, kissing her slowly. She moaned against his mouth as he tweaked her nipples in that delicious way that brought her back to life.
“Don’t quit on me yet, Wren.”
