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I push his hair back a few times. “She should have. You deserve an apology. She was wrong. She was gross. She is a sorry excuse for a person.” He looks away but I pull his face back to me. My throat is getting less and less tight from anxiety the more I speak. “I am sorry she did those things. All of them. You are easily the most kind, good, genuine person I’ve ever met. But even if you weren’t, you still wouldn’t have deserved being treated like that. I need you to know what a fucking moron Natalie was to lose you. Because you are worth so much more than that and I am in awe of you and your heart and your strength.” He watches me, his lip trembling a little. I want to kiss him.God, do I want to kiss him. But I don’t. I want to respect the line he’s drawn.

“Thank you,” he whispers, laying us back down and burying his face back into my chest.

We fall asleep like that.

Chapter 26

“How is your skin so fucking soft?” His breath against my spine causes tingles throughout my body. Arms loop around me, hands roam. “How did you get so perfect?” Lips kiss up and down the column of my spine and I hum, stretching a little. “Good morning, Sol.”

The sun is shining through the windows and I can hear birds chirping.

A smile pulls at my lips. “Good morning, Grayson.”

He pushes me onto my stomach, climbing over top of me, straddling my naked bottom. His hands massage and tickle. They taunt and lightly scratch. “I love waking up to you.” His hands grip each cheek, kneading the muscles there.

Fuck. I am begging you. Anyone who is listening. You have to get him to stop saying stuff like that. Stuff that makes me feel warm and fuzzy andloved.

I almost ignore it and move on. But I am supposed to be saying and doing what I want. I still can’t say everything. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to. But giving up is not an option. If I’m going to admit to the feelings I have, then I have to act on them or I’m just doing exactly what I was doing in my marriage.

“I’m pretty partial to it myself.” His dick sits against one ass cheek, hard and twitching.

“Then let’s make sure we do it a lot.” His lips start back up, peppering kisses across my back. A whine sounds from my chest. “I have some apologies to give too,” he whispers against my skin. I am simply a pile of goosebumps at this point.

We roll over so I am laying on my back and he is hovering over me. He motions for me to sit up, and when I do, he stacks my pillows up behind my back. I settle back in and more pillows are dragged over. “Lift your hips.” As soon as I do, he puts them underneath me.

Grayson settles between my legs, chin resting on his arms across my stomach. His fingers never leave my skin. “I want to apologize.”

Reaching down to touch his jaw I shake my head and say, “I cannot possibly imagine what you have to be sorry for. You’ve been so good to me.”

His smile is everything to me. “First, I want to apologize for the way I acted in the first bar we went to. You had every right to dance with whoever you wanted. To kiss whoever you wanted. I was jealous and I acted on instinct.”

Some of his hair flops down onto his forehead. “I was jealous, too, you know,” I start. “Every single person in that bar wanted you. Was flirting with you. I hated every second of it.”

His fingers follow the curve of my breasts. “I should have just told you. I definitely should have told you when you asked me about it.”

“It’s okay, Grayson. I’m really happy with the result.”

He puffs out a laugh. “Me too.” His body moves to hover over mine again. The kisses return with a vengeance, covering as much skin as possible as they work back up my body. They’re so soft. So gentle. So not on my lips.

“I’m sorry I took my frustration out on you before we left for New York.” One hand grasps my breast and teases my nipple.

It’s impossible not to gasp and writhe under him. My words have very little sound to them. “You were right about what you said. And I was too insecure to hear you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Mm.” He sucks the place where my shoulder and neck meet into his mouth. He pulls harder and harder until he lets go, a devious, devastatingly handsome look on his face. “I want to mark every single inch of this body. Make sure everyone knows it’s mine.” After kissing his way across, he repeats the action on the other side. Is my heart still beating?

“I knew you were having a hard time with it, though. And I wanted to communicate about it a lot differently. I was upset and worried and I didn’t handle things properly.”

Dipping lower, his mouth sucks the top of my breast inside, tonguing and biting and sucking until blood vessels burst. Another survey of his work. This time accompanied with a hungry growl.

Lips moving further still, Grayson settles back between my legs and watches me for a moment. He lights me up like a Christmas Tree. I glow under his gaze. He looks at me with so much emotion.

His fingers give him space to bring his face to my core. He’s not hurried or frenzied this time. He makes slow, languid passes through my slickness. He spends lazy, long minutes playing with my clit. “Grayson…” I sound breathy and anguished and I’m feeling so much. I feel so, so much. Physically, mentally, spiritually. All of it.

“Tell me, baby.” It’s not a command. It’s sweet and loving and has me dripping and wrapping my legs around him. This is a completely different turned on than when we’ve explored each other before.

“How do you make me feel so good?”

“I was made to make you feel good, Sol. I’ll always make you feel good.”God.

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