Page 72 of Make You Love Me

“Think I will,” Smith replies, then turns his attention to me.

“I know there’s a lot you still want to know, but I promise we’ll get to it all someday.” Then he turns his gaze towards Greyson. “I'm staying at the clubhouse tonight. I’ll catch you in the morning.” With that, he loads up the box and takes it back down the hallway.

After saying our goodbyes and tucking Nana into bed, Greyson and I are on our way to his house.

I'm excited to get him to myself tonight. He sure knows how to drive me wild.

My phone buzzes from my purse beside me. Pulling it out to check who it is, I see Ashley’s gorgeous face on my screen.

“You going to answer her?” Greyson asks from beside me. I nod and smile, then accept her call.

“Hello, Beautiful!” I say as he turns down the radio.

“Ahh, Tig, I've missed your voice. What are you doing?”

“Riding to Greyson’s house. You’re on speaker and he's here with me.” Greyson gives me a look, but I know my bestie and her mouth needs to come with a warning label.

“Hey Ash,” he yells from the driver's seat. Luckily, after I explained everything that went down between us, she was totally supportive of us getting back together. Now, only Amber remains on her shit list.

“Ooooh, okay, hi G! I won't keep you two for long. I just wanted to ask you something. It's about the Gala weekend.”

“Oh no, are you bailing on me?” I ask, unable to hide my disappointment.

“Hell No, I was actually wondering… well, since you and Greyson are back together… can I invite Trent too? I mentioned I was coming to see you and he seemed interested, but I wanted to run it by you first.”

“Of course, you can! The more the merrier. Eeep, this is going to be awesome. Did you still want to go to Nori Beach for a night or two before the Gala?”

“Abso-fricken-lutely I do! I'll look at flights and let you know our schedule.”

“Hell yeah, this is going to be fun,” Greyson says.

“Okay love, I'll let you guys go. Have fun and wrap it up! I'm too young to be an auntie.”

We all laugh as I end the call.

“I'm so excited,” I say to Greyson as we pull into his driveway.

“Want to know what I'm excited for?” he asks with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What are you excited for Mr. Rexwood,” I say in my sultriest of tones.

He doesn’t respond with words but with his body. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me onto his lap with my legs straddling him. I lean in and take his lips with mine, sliding my tongue teasingly at them for him to open, which he does instantly. His large hand grips the back of my neck, and a shiver runs through my body.I need him, now.

“Fuuckk, Babygirl. I need to get you inside. I want you sprawled out across my bed so I can worship every inch of you.”

My only response is the moan I release when I grind down on the hardening length in his jeans.

Moments later, after practically running through his house, we burst through his bedroom door. He picks me up over his shoulder and tosses me onto his bed. Reaching behind him, he swiftly removes his shirt with one hand.Fuck he's hot, and all mine.

Greyson eyes me on his bed, eyes wild, like that of a man starved and about to feast for the first time in years. He leans over and kisses me gently, then sits me up so he can remove the long-sleeved shirt I'm wearing. I go for the button of his jeans as soon as my shirt is off. He steps out of them and then goes to work on removing my jeans.

Pulling back, his lust-filled stare roams over my nearly naked body. “You’re so damn beautiful. Every single part of you is perfect,” he says, taking my lips in his once more. His mouth starts to trail along my jaw and then to my neck. His expert fingers release my bra clasp from behind me, freeing my chest.

He wastes no time, taking a hand to one of my breasts as his mouth takes the other. The warmth of his tongue swirling along my sensitive nipple has my body quaking beneath him.

“God, that feels good,” I moan when he switches positions and takes the other in his mouth. Greyson continues his path down my body with his warm, loving kisses. He slows his journey around my belly, which in the past I would have shied away from, or pushed his head further for him not to linger too long in that area, but now, I know how much I mean to him. And when he says he loves every single inch of me, he means it. Stretch marks and all.

I freely give my body to him, no longer afraid of its size. He wants me for me, and I absolutely love that about him.

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