Page 88 of Accidentally in Bloom

His hand fell from her cheek and grabbed her waist, his thumb stroking her side. She felt the thrill of her pulse quicken as she leaned into him. Her nipples hardened under his touch.

As his tongue fought with hers, Rose started to lose herself. Her head swam with need. She could only think of his hands. God, his hands felt so good. You could have sex on a casual date, right? In formal wear?

Their mouths met in a heated frenzy. Tongues clashing, warring with each other. Gray’s hands slid down to grab her ass, claiming her. She shivered, and he broke away suddenly and closed the patio doors.

As he walked back to her, he tugged on the knot on his tie with hunger in his eyes. He tossed it on the bed and dove for her mouth as if he needed her for his next breath.

His hands made quick work of her zipper, and he pulled the top of her dress down. She gasped as his mouth nipped along her neck. She moaned again as his hands found her breasts, her bra having fallen off with the dress. Every nerve ending had been on a hair trigger for hours. Taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he played with her, and she felt the beginning of an orgasm start through her.

“So perfect,” he whispered against her lips. “Just like this. Just you.”

She ripped open his shirt, needing more of him. Her hands came up to feel his chest, and she placed open-mouthed kisses on the tattoos she hadn’t yet worshipped. She wanted to eat him up, never taking her mouth from his body.

Gray slid the rest of the dress past her hips, and the dress pooled on the floor.

She stood in her panties and heels, and his breath sucked in. “I’m a lucky sonofabitch,” he said roughly.

His mouth went to her breast as his hand squeezed the other, and desire shot straight to her pussy. She leaned back against the dresser behind her, arching into him.

“More,” she breathed, pleasure ripping through her in a torrential downpour.

His hand caressed down her abs, and he ran a finger under the panty line on her hip.

“Are you going to come on my face like a good girl?” he murmured against her breast, still laving it with his tongue and teeth.

“Yes,” she panted as she captured his mouth again, needing the taste of him.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and started unbuckling his belt. She could feel his cock against her, but she wanted more. She craved it.

He grabbed her hands suddenly. “You have to come first, honey.” His finger dipped under her panties, feeling her wet and ready. He slid his fingers in deep with his thumb pressed on her clit.

She moaned shamelessly. Her eyes were barely able to stay open but still locked with his.

Jesus Christ, I might come right here. She was about to resort to begging, promising him anything if he’d give her more.

His head moved down to her breasts, and as he placed kisses along her abs, he bent down to his knees. He shoved one leg up on the dresser as she leaned back for him.

Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth. She wanted this so badly. Would have killed for this again. She’d pictured his head between her thighs a thousand times since March.

He placed long, slow kisses along her hip, then her inner thigh. He teased her with feather-light touches against her clit, and her hips bucked, chasing the sensation.

Then suddenly, he ripped her panties to the side, and his tongue devastated her. She felt the wicked sensation of his stubble between her thighs fucking finally. He nipped her with his teeth on her clit as he peered up at her, and she threw her head back, screaming with need.

He lifted his head, blowing on the sensitive skin. “Show me how much you want it, honey.”

She pushed his head down harder between her legs, gripping his hair and riding his face. He grabbed her ass for better leverage, and she felt her climax so close. “Don’t stop.”

He slid two fingers inside her, punishing her with his mouth, and she came against him. She felt waves of surging pleasure ripple through her as she shuddered, her hips rocking against his mouth.

She leaned back on her hands, trying to catch her breath. He placed a slow kiss against the inside of her thigh. She felt him smile. He worked his way back up to her neck.

“I will never get enough of that.” He kissed her jawline as he continued to nip at her. He wrapped his arms under her and lifted her off the dresser as if she were a sack of potatoes. “The bed is more comfortable.”

“Would you believe this is the first time I’ve been carried?” She closed her eyes again, feeling completely relaxed, “And I’m barely coherent enough to enjoy it.”

He kneeled on the bed and laid her down.

“You’re very good at that,” Rose said as he lay on top of her.

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