Page 92 of The Holiday Clause
“Wren...” He made no move to touch her.
She took the kitten, gently placing him in a laundry basket with towels that needed to be folded. “Now, it’s your turn to tell me to stop.” She cautiously removed his coat. When she reached for his belt, he caught her wrist in an unbreakable grip.
“No.”
She hadn’t expected him to actually stop her.
“I mean, leave it.” He pulled her hand to his chest. “That can wait.”
“I’ve waited?—“
“Trust me.”
She nodded, backing off, and his grip loosened.
She ran her palms over his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pressing her naked body into him. Slowly, she rose on her toes and brushed her lips to the corner of his mouth, breathing in his familiar scent of cedar and winter air. “You can’t scare me away, Greyson. I’ve seen you at your worst. And I know, at the core, you’re a good man.”
“You haven’t seen all of me.”
“Then show me.”
He backed her into the wall, cupping his hand around her throat where her pulse beat wildly. His hand slid high enough to show her he wasn’t messing around. “You’re already shaking.”
“You’re holding my throat.”
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“You should be.”
“Then you’re going to have to do better than that.” She relaxed into the wall, letting all the resistance melt out of her muscles.
His mouth slammed against hers, hard and punishing. His tongue swept into her mouth with dark promise, commanding control, as she surrendered to his lead. When he grabbed her breast, he wasn’t gentle. He tried to shock her, but he couldn’t.
His clothed body pushed against her naked one, grinding into her, showing her how much she affected him.
He dragged her hand to the bulge in his pants. “This is what you do to me.”
He bit her lip, as if to punish her. She gasped and covered her mouth.“Ouch.”
His hand tightened in her hair as he kissed away the pain. “This is my mouth, Wren. Do you understand? No more Soren, or anyone else. No one kisses you but me.”
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” He released her and shivers chased over her skin.
“Why did you stop?”
“I’ve dealt with you. Now, I have to deal with my brother.”
“Grey—”
“Don’t. This is between me and Soren.” He picked her robe up off the floor and handed it to her, then adjusted the bulge in his pants. “Come to my place tonight.”
