Page 106 of The Cabin

“I wanted to kiss you when you came marching out here demanding I sleep in the bed. I so desperately thought you were going to finally kiss me when you came out here in my robe. And I wanted to kiss you so fucking badly before, during, and after I fucked you over this couch.”

I’m somehow still taken by surprise when he brings our mouths together. His tongue snakes out to run along my bottom lip, his teeth catching it and pulling. I suck in a breath, throwing my hands around his neck and he licks across my lips using my gasp to get deeper access to me. We both moan at the same time, lips molded to each other’s, tongues dancing. He taste like the wine we drank and it is fucking perfect. We make out until I’m panting. I rip at his shirt until he takes it off, only pausing our kiss to throw it over his head.

“Grayson,fuck.”

He kisses one corner of my mouth and then the other. “Let’s go.”What? How can he possibly get off this couch right now? He reads me like a book and smiles. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

Disappearing around the corner, I find Grayson in the bathroom. As soon as I step inside he’s stripping me out of my leggings and underwear and then he sheds his own. He backs me into the shower and traps me against the far wall. One of his hands reaches behind him and starts the water. It’s got to be freezing but he blocks it all from hitting me until it warms up.

As soon as it’s hot enough, we meet under the spray and collide. More tongue, more bites, more pulling. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and am rewarded with an incredible growl. So amazingly carnal. It goes straight to my core.

Grayson’s hands run along my entire body before grabbing both of my breasts and playing with my nipples. “I wanted to kiss you up against the wall in the showers at the YMCA. I wanted to kiss you watching you rip nails out of the wood while I built this shower. I wanted to kiss you after I told you everything. I wanted to kiss you so fucking badly holding you in here, cleaning my paint off of you. And all I could fucking think about when I saw you in that bikini was how desperately I needed to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you when you swung into the water to show you how proud I was of you. I wanted to kiss you until our bodies fucking boiled in the hot spring.”

The water shuts off abruptly and we stumble out into the dining room, soaking wet.

Taking me by the hands, Grayson twirls me out and then back in, tipping my chin up so we’re face to face. “I wanted to kiss you the night we went to the bar. I wanted to twirl you around and kiss you until we were both breathless. I wanted to kiss you when we made that ridiculous dance together. I wanted to kiss you just for the fact that you played along. To cheer me up. That you noticed how stressed I was and came to support me.

“I wanted to kiss you in the bar in New York. Fuck. You looked so goddamn sexy on the dance floor. So beautiful. So free. I watched you for hours before I cut in. You had me completely transfixed.” I feel one million things right now and I do not have the brain capacity to understand a single one of them. This kiss is fierce. It’s deep and wanting. He takes both of my ass cheeks into his big, strong hands. “Your lips are like a fucking drug, Sol.”

I miss the entire transition to the table in the dining room. I don’t know if I am still reeling from the things his mouth is doing or completely high off of him, but it’s a shock when I feel the cold table top hit my butt.

He kisses me so hard I fall to my back, completely lost in him. All I know is that I can feel him in every cell of my body. His hands, his lips, his teeth, his tongue. They’re everywhere. I’m given a momentary reprieve to catch my breath as he travels over my body. Stopping everywhere and anywhere he wants. He stays away from between my legs, though. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.

“I wanted to kiss you the second I watched your fork slide into your mouth with my steak on it. I wanted to kiss you everywhere on your body sitting here making the checklist with you. I almost did. I almost lost all my self-control. I was going to crawl across the table just to get to you. You were so fucking funny that day. I wanted you so badly.” I genuinely think I’m about to come and he hasn’t even touched the important places.

“I wanted to kiss you when you came out to talk about the divorce situation. I wanted to smear red paint all over my face and blue on yours. And then I wanted to kiss you until your entire body was purple.”

“Grayson, JesusChrist.”

He gets right up in my face. “I have wanted to kiss you every single time you’ve said my name. It sounds so goddamn perfect coming from these fucking lips.” Another searing kiss.

When he brings me back up he has to steady me.

As soon as I’m not wobbling anymore, we’re on our way to the table with the lamp on it before the hallway leading to the bathroom and the bedroom. “I wanted to kiss you fucking senseless watching you stand up for me. Watching you so stupidly, lovingly put me before you and your morals. I wanted to kiss you in the conference room. I wanted to get on my fucking knees and kiss every single place you wanted me to for however long you told me. Sol, I’ll never be able to tell you how fucking much that meant to me. I’ll never be able to thank you enough. Not in an entire lifetime. But I’ll try anyway.” I moan. Every. Single. Time. Every time he closes the distance. Every time he sneaks his way inside. Every time he takes a pause and ever so gently feathers a kiss against my lips.

Grayson keeps his mouth on mine, holding my jaw as he walks us back into the bedroom. I am completely at his mercy. My only option is to trust he’ll get me there safely, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to pull away from him.

He lays me down so softly on the bed, getting on top of me, never unlocking our lips. We stay like that for a long time. He moves slower. Deeper. Becomes more sensual. It’s a totally different kiss. It isn’t needy. It’s ravenous. Not in a sloppy, frantic kind of way. In a determined way, like he’s savoring every single stroke of our tongues. Every breath. Every gasp. Every second.

I’m not sure how long we kiss like that, letting every wall, every defense lower. Tasting each other. Drinking each other in. Broken wide open for one another.

When we do eventually stop, we barely move apart. Our foreheads come together, our touches never still, we just keep close, connecting every place we can. “I wanted to kiss you as soon as I saw you in my shirt and boxers. I wanted to kiss you and tell you that I made sure I had clothing in your size because I was so enamored by you. Because I wanted you in my bed, waking up in my arms. I wanted to kiss every place I let my fingers drag looking for my phone. I wanted to kiss you right out of your towel after the first time you came on my fingers. I wanted to kiss you every single time you let me touch you. I wanted to kiss you when you told me how attracted you were to me. I wanted to fucking drown in you when you apologized for the night at the hotel.

“I wanted to kiss you until you understood that the way I feel about you has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that we happened to be living in the same space. That we just happened to be the only two people up here. I wanted to kiss you until you realized that I would’ve been yours the second I saw you. No matter where that first time was. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was in the middle of a sea of a million goddamn women. It would’ve been you. It was always supposed to be you.”

I’m pretty sure I’m crying. It’s hard to tell because I think I’m having an out of body experience and also, I can barely think past the things he’s saying and the places he’s touching. I am barely,barelycoherent enough to let the words into my brain, let alone register how they make me feel.

His lips find mine again. My head is swimming.

With my hand on his chest, I push him back a little. He doesn’t budge but he gets the idea and creates some distance. “What’s wrong, baby?” He’s all worry. Attention. Protection.

The best I can do is hold up a finger while I roll away from him onto my back, letting myself come down from out of the clouds. He waits for me. Patient probably isn’t the right word because he’s absolutely itching to smush our bodies back together, but he stays put, which I absolutely adore about him.

It takes me a while before I can breathe normally and follow a complete train of thought. I focus on my inhales until my head feels less fuzzy. A few manic laughs slip out, and I wait for the chuckles to subside. Okay. Alright. I wiggle my toes and move my legs, focusing on each body part until I reach my head. Grounded. I need to get grounded.

I lay massaging my eyebrows for a few minutes, until it hurts from the repetitive motion. Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Turning towards Grayson I almost start laughing again at his bewilderment. So bemused, and yet he stayed quiet the whole time. I need to be present for this next part and I needed a second to get there.

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