Page 20 of Make You Love Me

“You know damn well I’m no princess. If that’s what you’re alluding to,” I huff out.

“Well, castle or not, it seems like there are a lot of new things I can show you, pretty girl,” he says with a devilish smile and the most mischievous face I think I’ve ever seen.

“I know you're different, Stacks. And trust me, it’s a relief.” We continue to walk along the path as he speaks. “I’ve lived in Richmond Hills my whole life, surrounded by the disgustingly rich folks who have everything they could ever want or need and the hardworking ones who count the days till their next paycheck. And let me tell you, you’re not like any of them. You are so different, but in a damn good way… The way you handle yourself shows your elite upbringing, all while being so down to earth. You’re unfazed by getting a little dirty and roughin’ it with me. Some princesses I go to school with wouldn’t be caught dead doing half the shit we’ve done. Just makes me appreciate you that much more.”

He slows his pace to a stop and turns to me. “You’re something special, Lottie. I hope deep down you know that.”

I can't help but lean up on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck and take his lips with mine.

“You really know how to make me believe you,” I whisper with our lips still close enough to land a soft kiss after.

After several hours and working up quite the sweat hiking, Greyson informs me we’re going back to his place to swim. Trent is in New York visiting his brother, and we’ll have the place all to ourselves.

We pull up to the side of the pool house and I can't stop the excitement that thrums throughout my body.

“Come on, let’s get changed. The pool is calling my name. I’m also dying to see you in a bikini,” Greyson says with a wink as he helps me off the bike.

“Ha! The fact that you think I even own a bikini is comical.” I laugh at him as we head inside.

He stops abruptly, and I practically crash into his back. He spins around with a surprised look on his face. “Lottie, you're fucking gorgeous. I would give anything to see your fine ass in a bikini. Your body drives me absolutely insane.” With that, he grabs a healthy handful of my ass and kisses me deeply.

“Come on,” he growls as he resumes walking. I can't help the blush that creeps up my cheeks as he re-adjusts himself.

Walking outside, I find Greyson already swimming in the pool. I might not have worn a bikini, but I did choose a very revealing one-piece. Similar to the one I wore on the boat, but this one is practically a thong, and my tatas look fantastic. Normally, I wouldn’t be caught dead in this particular suit, but the way Greyson stares at me like he’s a starved man gives me the confidence boost I need.

I step to the side of the pool and take off my coverup. The moment it hits the ground, Greyson stands still, devouring every inch of me from head to toe with those intense blue eyes.

“Fuck me,” he moans as he runs his hands through his dark, wet hair. He quickly makes his way to the stairs.

“Is it cold?” I ask, dipping in my toe as he climbs out.

“You’re killing me in this thing, babe,” he says with that growly tone of his, sending a wave of heat between my thighs.

I can't help but bite my lip and take in his dripping wet body.Holy shit!

His arms look huge with his hands tugging on his hair like that and the way the water cascades down his chiseled chest and abs has me dying to lick each and every drop.What is this guy doing to me?

“If you don’t quit lookin’ at me like that…” He starts but doesn’t finish his train of thought. Instead, he leans down and lifts my body into his arms, wedding style. "Hold your breath," is the only warning I get before he jumps into the pool.

Coming up for air, he wraps his big arms around me, and I instinctively wrap my thick thighs around his solid body. This feels so right, being here in Greyson’s arms.

We stare at each other for several moments, neither one of us wanting to disrupt whatever this is charging the air around us.

He leans in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. His arms tighten around me, and I can tell he’s struggling to keep himself in check by the tensing of his body beneath me. But I no longer want him to be gentle. I'm not a fragile little thing.

I lean up in his hold and deepen our kiss, grinding my body on his while we devour each other’s mouths. I feel Greyson’s very hard and very thick erection rub between my legs as he grabs hold of my ass.

Walking our entwined bodies towards the pool wall, I softly whimper, and he groans into my mouth.

“What are you doing to me, pretty girl?” he asks as he grinds his covered erection against my center once more, eliciting a loud moan from deep inside of me.

I don’t have words to describe what he’s doing to me. Especially not when I feel his lips traveling down my neck, nipping and kissing a trail to my collarbone.

“I’m dying to taste you. I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” he murmurs into my neck.

Greyson looks extremely confused when I push gently on his chest so I can break free of his hold. I decide I want to show him how good he makes me feel. To clear up any confusion, I reach my hand down with a confidence I wasn’t aware I had and run my palm against his large bulge, gently stroking him over his swim shorts.

Greyson’s breath shudders at my tender caress. His hands go to the tied strings at his waist, undoing them, but leaving the decision to pull his shorts down to me.

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