Page 39 of Beautiful Envy

“I can climb up,” I said, giggling at the motion.

“I know. I just like picking you up. Plus, it’s an excuse to put my hands on you.”

He stepped forward, and my legs opened to welcome him in. His hands landed on my thighs, squeezing as he neared. At this height, we were eye to eye.

“I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve fallen hard for you, Sunflower. I want nothing more than to take you back and show you just how much.”

“Then do it,” I whispered, leaning forward to press our lips together.

He didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me even closer. My legs wrapped around him, his body flush against mine.

Grayson kissed me, and I forgot my name. His tongue swirled passionately with mine, his arms holding me to him. Grayson kissed with his whole body. It was intense and magical, pulling me further under his spell.

My hips naturally rocked against him, my body responding to the pleasure he was eliciting in me. A pornographic sound left him, his moan vibrating through me as he grunted against my lips.

“Get a room,” someone shouted, followed by laughter.

Drawing back, we laughed, my head falling to the space between his neck and shoulder.

“Thanks, we will,” Grayson shouted over his shoulder, waving.

Giggling, my body shook as endorphins coursed through me.

Grayson dropped a soft kiss on my forehead and stepped back. Once my feet were secure in the truck, he shut the door and jogged around the front.

Within seconds, he was behind the wheel with his seat belt buckled. The engine started, and he practically bolted out of there, taking a few turns short.

“Careful,” I shouted, my smile a permanent fixture in his presence.

He grunted but slowed, his fingers tapping on the wheel as we drove back to the house. The journey felt longer, our constant looks at one another doing nothing to quell the desire between us.

Grayson parked and reached for me, unbuckling my seatbelt before I could. He pulled me to him, carrying me out of the truck as he marched toward the house.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my feet swinging over his arm as he continued on his journey. He had one destination in mind and wasn’t stopping until we reached it.

The TV was on when we entered. Grayson ignored the guys watching some show as he moved through the house. I waved over my shoulder, giggling.

“Can’t talk, have things to do,” he shouted as he neared his room. He stepped into it, throwing his door closed. In a few more feet, I bounced as he tossed me on the bed, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt. I joined him, kicking off my boots and untying mine.

“Fuck,” he cursed when I sat there in my bra. “I’m half tempted to tell you to keep the rest on. There’s something inherently sexy about you in a skirt.”

I smirked, reaching back to unzip it. Slowly, I pulled the material away, leaving me sitting on his bed in only my panties and bra.

Grayson’s shirt was off, his hands frozen on the zipper of his pants. My cam girl days came rushing back, so I lifted up on my knees and reached back for my bra. Grayson’s chest froze; his breathing halted as he waited for me to undo it.

Unclasping it, I brushed the straps off my shoulders, the cups falling forward to let my breasts spill out. Grayson’s breath returned, rushing out in a whoosh. It seemed to speed up his movements as he yanked his pants down, kicking them away, forgetting he still had on his boots. Cursing, he tried to keep his eyes peeled on me as I fell back to the bed, my fingers teasing at the sides of my panties.

Enjoying the attention, I took my time pulling them off, tossing them to him when he seemed to freeze again. The action kick-started him, and he dove for me, somehow managing to get his pants off.

Grayson’s mouth found mine, his hands moving over my skin. I lost control of what was happening as his touch heated every part of me. My legs fell to the sides, letting him get closer. I wrapped them around him, wanting to feel him even more.

His lips moved down my neck, zipping tingles through me as he sucked and nipped my skin. My hands threaded through his hair, tugging as he traveled over me.

“I’m crazy for you, Sunflower. I can’t decide what I want to do first. You’ve intoxicated me. I’m drunk on your skin, your smell, your touch…”

Grayson punctuated his words with a kiss as he continued down my body, his hands traveling lower. Finding my opening, he speared me, surprising me as he plunged his digits deep into me. My head fell back, my arms gripping him as I moaned.

“You’re so wet for me. That’s the hottest thing in the world, Sunflower.”

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