Page 47 of Now and Forever
Leaning closer, Grayson looked at her. His intense eyes glittered like hellfire in the low light of the room. "You have no idea the true meaning of misery."
"I…" Golden tried to speak but she didn't know what to say. Her mind was still trying to process everything he just said.
"Please Golden, end this suffering," he breathed next to her ear, his voice rough with need.
Tilting her head back so she could look at him, Golden searched his face. There was no disgust as she had feared. No judgment or pity, just the look of a man balancing his control on a knife's edge. Her chest tightened. After months of push and pull, that intangible something culminating between them was finally here shining brightly in her face, ripe for the picking. Grayson's steel blue eyes looked down at her, practicallyvibrating with need as he waited for her acceptance. And for the first time, she was sure of everything.
Lifting her hand, she let it glide along the soft stubble of his face watching how his eyes closed. Gently she brought her lips to his.
There was the firmness of his lips that made her sigh as they pressed against hers. His arms locked around her, his hands settling on her ass. Gently as if handling crystal, his hands covered each rounded ass cheek, heating her through her jeans, pressing her close. Golden let out a small gasp and Grayson wasted no time seizing the relinquished territory. Slow and deep, Grayson steadily consumed her. Excitement darted through her. Her fingers curled into his fine sweater as she tried to keep up with his tongue. It was pure bliss. The heady taste of him, the feel of his hands cupping her ass and nearly lifting her off her feet. This wasn't a dream, it was truly happening.
Pulling back, Golden panted in awe as she stared up at the man she loved for years. His eyes were like cobalt flames that sent shivers through her.
Grayson didn't say a word. Taking her by the hand, he led her out of the warm living room and into the quiet, dark hall. Opening the door on the right he pulled her inside and shut the door.
To her surprise, the bedroom was just as warm and cozy as the living room. On the far wall, a fire blazed bright in the fireplace, its wood popping and cracking behind the screen. In the corner was their luggage.
Golden turned and looked at him questioningly.
Still having hold of her hand, Grayson pulled her close. "I had Maurice bring them here. I knew when I woke up this morning, today I was ending this unspoken game between us one way or another."
Golden wanted to throw herself in his arms, to cry in relief, to laugh with joy, but she did none of that. Instead, she reached for him and placed a halting hand on his chest.
Grayson looked from her hand to him and she could have sworn she saw something violent and wild pass through his eyes. Quickly she spoke, her voice just a whisper as the weight of her words poured from the dark lonely place in her heart. "Please say you won't change your mind in the morning."
The panicked look dissipated from Grayson's face as he let out a ragged sigh. Cupping her by the back of the neck, he pulled her to him, erasing the cautious distance she created. "No more games. No more tiptoeing around each other. I loved you when I shouldn't have and now nothing will keep me from you."
Grayson's mouth slammed into hers, his hands on either side of her face. His tongue found hers immediately, dancing around each other as they each savored the other.
Following him to the bed, Golden watched as Grayson pulled off his sweater and began unbuttoning his shirt. Hesitantly, she reached for the hem of her own sweater but Grayson's rough voice stopped her.
"Don't you dare," he growled, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "I'll do that. I have dreamt of this moment."
Golden nodded shyly and watched as he peeled off his black Oxford shirt. His big shoulders shifted at the movement and his abs flexed beneath his firm stomach as he ripped off his beltand threw it across the room. He was barefoot now, wearing only his black slacks, which hung partially open off his lean hips, revealing a taut area of skin sprinkled with dark hair.
Golden reminded herself to breathe. Everything about this moment was so intimate. Gone was the formal father of her friend she had admired and been infatuated with for years, in his place was a powerful man with mussed hair and fire in his eyes as he approached her.
Her breath caught in her throat as he reached for the end of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head.
"Breathe, Golden. I won't hurt you," he whispered in her ear.
Golden nodded. She knew that. It wasn't fear she felt, it was the overwhelming dreamlike feeling of having her fantasies come true before her. Standing in her bra and pants now, she watched as Grayson's eyes slowly drank her in. He looked like a man starved as he reached for her jeans and undid the clasp. Slowly, he peeled them down her legs and helped her take them off.
Golden let out a small noise of surprise when he stood up suddenly and picked her up. Instinctively, she put her legs around his waist as he sat on the bed. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall down her arms before dropping it to the floor.
Grayson's irises widened and then narrowed to small dots in a sea of blue before he dipped his head forward. Golden cried out and hugged his head as his hot mouth laved over the tender flesh. Roughly, he suckled and nipped at the sensitive nipple before switching to the other. Her cries filled the quiet room as she pushed against his massive shoulder. The feeling was toomuch. Pain mixed with the hot, mouth-watering sensation of need was pulling her apart.
Biting the tender bud once more, Grayson let her fall onto the covers. But her moment of reprieve from his torture was short-lived. Pulling down her panties with one vicious yank he parted her legs, pressing his mouth to her center with a satisfied groan.
Golden arched off the bed. His mouth was hot and searching against her folds. His tongue sought and dove deep until he found the hiding pearl of nerves.
"Grayson!" she gasped trying to wrench away from him. It was too much too fast. She was going to disintegrate in his arms. With her very limited experience dating never before had it been this intense. It felt as if Grayson was punishing her body, forcefully bringing her to the edge of her sanity.
Ignoring her pleas, Grayson cupped his hands under each of her ass cheeks and brought her hips up higher to his feeding mouth like an offering to a dark God.
He alternated between sucking and licking, pushing his questing tongue deep into her tight passage until she cried out, before dragging it up her folds to suckle on her clit. Over and over again, she cried and writhed in his hold but his strong hands kept her to his feasting mouth, giving her no mercy. And just as her mind threatened to break, Golden looked down between her swaying breasts and past her stomach and caught a glimpse of his wicked eyes staring directly at her and the final wave of pleasure crashed over her with a cry.
Resting his chin on her pelvic bone, Grayson watched with an evil smile as she shuddered and settled from her climax.
