Page 63 of Accidentally in Bloom

“Deal.”

His hand moved from her waist and cupped her breast, his mouth still hovering over her. “You’ll tell me to stop when you want to stop.”

She nodded, entranced as his hand squeezed her breast, and she leaned into him. “Don’t stop.”

Gray placed a feather-light kiss on her lips, and Rose leaned in for more, needing more like it was her next breath.

Gray’s other hand came up to her other breast as he pulled away from her lips. His insistent hard grip on her breasts became feather-light strokes along her nipples, already hard from his attention. Her blouse was thin, and he played with each nipple, dragging both index fingers around and around and around. A throb started somewhere deep inside her.

His stormy eyes held hers, and with each stroke on her hard nipples, she lost a little more of her will to not throw him down on the table and ride him. Her hands grabbed for his waist. She’d wanted to run her hands up and down his body for weeks, maybe months. It had felt like a lifetime. She pulled at his shirt like a mad woman, wanting to feel him.

“Ah,” he stopped her with one word. “Focus is on you, princess. Hands on the table behind you.”

He came up to kiss her jaw and pulled each side of her blouse down over her shoulders. She’d worn a wide v-neck blouse, and he yanked it halfway down her upper arms, pinning her arms to her sides. A thrill ran through her at how he’d taken control.

“I said I was in charge,” he whispered into her ear. He gently, slowly slid each bra strap off her shoulders. Her blouse and bra barely covered her breasts.

His fingers traced the swells of her breasts, up around each bra cup peeking out from the neckline. He dipped his fingers underneath her bra and squeezed hard.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He captured her mouth again, kissing her with everything he had.

She grasped at the tails of his flannel, bringing him closer. His mouth punished hers, and she opened greedily for him, needing more.

His hands came to her skirt, and he slowly rolled down the zipper. “I didn’t bring a condom,” he said in a low voice. “And I’m guessing the ice princess didn’t pack one either.”

“Fuck you,” she spit out with little heat, enjoying their game.

“Oh, I intend to, princess. Later. But tonight, we’ll get creative.” A smile curled on his lips as he kneeled and tugged her zipper.

Rose felt the skirt fall to the floor, pooling around her heels. I would have worn sexier underwear if I’d known this was in the cards.

Gray let out a low whistle. His hands settled on her hips, the heat of his hands sending an electric shock through her. She had on a dark pink thong, which didn’t cover much. He placed hot, slow kisses along her belly, hips, and the tops of her thighs.

“Is there a reason you still have me trussed up like a prize pig?” She wanted to be a brat for him and loved that spurred the fire in his eyes.

He stood, and his hand grasped one side of her ass in a punishing grip. “Feeling sassy, are you, princess? For that smart mouth, you’ll do the next part.” He left a lingering kiss on her mouth. He leaned to whisper into her ear. “Looks like you’re already wet for me.”

Her panties were soaked.

He pulled back and kissed the side of her mouth. She thought her heart might jump out of her chest.

“Since you know every damn thing,” he said. “Show me. Take that manicured hand, put it in those wet panties, and show me how you come.”

Holy hell.

“So you’re lazy now, too?” she said with a curved smile. He gave her ass a smack that stung just a hair.

Yes. Exactly what she’d wanted.

“Do not test me, Rose.” He growled in her ear, and her body throbbed from those words.

His body was flush against her side, and he met her eyes with fire that would consume her. “Show me.”

She bit her lip, locked eyes with him, and moved her hand to her panties.

She dipped below the soft fabric. A low rumble sounded at her side as Gray’s eyes were now laser-focused on her hand sliding down.

She was practically dripping. He’d barely even touched her, but she could hear how wet she was.

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