Page 78 of Accidentally in Bloom

Oh fuck.

He was in love with her.

Chapter

Twenty

GRAY

Gray pulled out slowly and sheathed himself in her again. He kissed her, claiming her bottom lip between his teeth.

His arms wrapped around her, bringing her as close to him as he could. He wanted more of her. All of her.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. He picked her up and sat down on the table with her on top of him.

Gray needed to worship her. Make her feel cherished.

Her hands found their way to his face, thumbs tracing his cheekbones like she’d never seen him before. Strands of her hair fell around him like a silk curtain, and the window behind him illuminated her in soft white light.

A patter of rain on the roof accompanied their heavy breathing as she slowly rolled her hips over him. His hand squeezed her ass, and he tried to take a mental picture of this moment. This perfect moment of Rose on top of him, gazing at him like he was the only man in the world.

He brought her down to his lips. He needed to shove every single thought to the back of his head so he didn’t accidentally say something stupid out loud like he’d give up everything to be with her.

Like he was in love with her.

“Ride my cock like a good girl. Show me how well you take me,” he whispered.

She thrust harder as he grabbed her hips, grinding against her. His thumb came to her clit, and she moaned as he punished it with hard strokes.

“Yes,” she cried. Harder and harder thrusts had her putting her hands on the shelf behind them. Her breasts bounced in his face, and he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Harder, Gray,” she cried.

He slapped her ass playfully as he sucked even harder. The walls of her tight pussy clenched around him, and his balls tightened.

He grabbed her hips in both hands, rocking her ass up and down his cock. He thrust hard as she came around him, screaming his name. Hearing his name on her lips was the final straw, and he emptied himself into her hard.

He pulled her down and gave her the most tender kiss he could muster. When he pulled back, he saw tears form on the edges of her long black lashes.

Gray tucked Rose into his lap, pulling her legs across his and throwing his jacket over her to keep her warm. The rain pattered on the roof, and he brought her head down to rest on his shoulder.

This was the closest to cuddling he’d gotten in a long fucking time and certainly the longest Rose had ever let him hold her. For a split second, he let himself dream of the possibilities. Of the future they could have together.

His fingers traced lazy circles along her arm. A lot had changed since the last time they were in a greenhouse together. The intoxicating scent of her hair danced in his nose, and he placed a kiss on her head. He rested his head against hers and savored this one perfect moment.

Rose stared into the distance but broke the silence between them with a low, unsure voice. “The tax guy threatened us again.”

Every muscle tensed as Gray held her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was a few days ago, and I handled it. It’s fine,” she murmured, nuzzling in. She situated back into his arms. He wiped a hand down his face. He was going to murder this guy if he ever met him.

“You need to tell me this stuff, Rose,” he said more forcefully.

She leaned back, a fire kindling in her eyes. “I can handle it.”

“Of course, you can handle it,” he spat back, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. He shook his head at her in disbelief. “You are the most capable person I know.” God, he loved that about her.

It’s like a spotlight hit every quality he would miss, like a part of him when she left. He admired how independent she was. She took no bullshit from anybody and was always the smartest person in the room. It was sexy how she got what she wanted, and it was flattering that she wanted him.

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