Page 159 of The Holiday Clause
“I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.” His voice was strained, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back.
She met his stare, her mind spiraling at the sense of unity. They were one. Connected. Inseparable for the briefest moment of time.
Awareness washed over her as tears sprang to her eyes. She clung to him, afraid to move, never wanting to let him go.Thiswas what it meant to belong to someone completely.
“I love you, Greyson.”
He pressed his brow to hers, absorbing every breath, every syllable, every twitch like a stroke along his buried cock. “I love you, too. So much it scares me.”
Her breath hitched, and he pulled back. She watched him with a tearful smile.
“Jesus, Wren.” He took her mouth in a slow kiss that ended in a whisper that struck more like a prayer. “I’ll never hurt you, Wren. I’ll always take care of you.” He sealed his vow with a slow, devastating kiss. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”
She drew in a jagged breath, twin tears spilling past her lashes. He kissed the corners of her eyes, slowly rocking into her. She’d never experienced anything so intimate before, and somehow she knew that had more to do with Greyson than it had to do with this being her first time.
“My Wren.” He tipped his head back as if overcome by emotion. “I don’t…” His breathing turned ragged. “I don’t understand what I’m feeling.” A storm of emotion played in his eyes as he stared down at her in awe. Intensity washed over them in waves.
She ran her fingers through his hair, lifting to press her lips to his. “It’s okay. I feel it too.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “I’ve always felt it around you. It’s love, Grey. That heaviness that makes it hard to breathe, it’s why they call it a crush.”
“Fuck.” He pressed his face into her neck, and she realized how much effort he exerted to hold himself back, his muscles trembling with restraint.
“You can let go, Greyson. You won’t hurt me.” She cupped his jaw and turned his face back to hers. Slowly, she kissed him. “It’s us. We can be real together. It was always going to be this intense.”
His breath rushed out in shaky realization as her words resonated with everything they were feeling. “You’d think this was my first time.”
“Maybe it is. Maybe this is the first time it truly mattered.”
“Fuck.” He kissed her, deep and desperate, like a lost man racing to find his way home. “How do you always know what I’m trying to say?”
She framed his face. “Because I know you, probably better than anyone else in this world.”
“You’re fucking perfect.” He rolled his hips, and her communication skills disintegrated with a moan.
She gasped when he flexed, his cock pulsing inside of her as her body gripped him tightly. The moment she found her rhythm he cursed. “Wren, wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We forgot a condom. In my jeans?—”
“It’s okay.”
He frowned. “Are you on the pill?”
“No.” She bit her lip. “Do you care?”
Shock flashed in his eyes when he understood what she was asking. Then he smiled with absolute male satisfaction as he possessively pressed deeper. “Hell no, I don’t care.” He took her mouth in a demanding kiss, primal need consuming him as he thrust into her, hard. “The thought of you having my baby…” He kissed her again, this time locking his fingers with hers and pressing her arm over her head. “I fucking love you, Wren.”
He claimed her in every way she wanted to be claimed. Her nails scraped down his back as he pounded deeper, burying himself to the root. Her body contracted tightly around his pumping cock, his muscles pulsing under her touch as her entire body throbbed.
His hips flexed and jutted forward. Faster. Harder. Until they were both wild, going to a place so unrefined and raw she couldn’t imagine ever sharing this side of herself with anyone else.
“Come with me.” He reached between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing her rapidly to climax.
The moment she came, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending, his head jerked back and a sound of pure masculine ecstasy escaped him. His release pulsed deep, as he held himself buried inside of her, a gravelly roar escaping his throat. Not a whisper of light could slip between them.
