Текст книги "Unlawful Justice"
Автор книги: K. Langston
Соавторы: K. C. Lynn
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Warmth invades my chest with his words. I lick my dry lips, my voice barely coming out above a whisper. “You better be careful, Grayson Taylor, or you’ll make me fall in love with you.”
Reaching up he cups my cheek, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that steals my breath. “Good, because I’m already there. Just waiting for you.”
I inhale sharply, tears immediately blurring my eyes at his confession. I turn my face to the side and press a kiss to his warm palm. Just as my sob escapes he covers my mouth with his, inhaling the sound. I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself in him, my tears mixing with our flavors.
“You feel it, too,” he says against my lips, thankfully not mistaking my tears for sadness. “Tell me.”
“Yes, I feel it, with every fiber of my being.”
CHAPTER 21
Grayson
The next morning I wake up in bed alone, which is not exactly how I planned on starting the day. I’d hoped to find myself buried deep inside my girl, but instead I inhale the fresh smell of bacon and coffee. I grin, thankful she’s not making me stick to the nutrition bar diet she has Walt on.
I get up from the bed to retrieve a pair of jeans from my luggage, thinking about last night. Even after taking her twice, I still can’t get enough. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to claim and possess her in a way she would never again question who her body belonged to. I know I need to take my time with her, the bruises between her thighs prove that. The rage that swept over me when I saw them was impossible to hide. Liv could see it all over my face. When she asked me to take them away, to erase them, all I could do was try to kiss away every insecurity she had, and I hope like hell I did that. Because the last thing she should ever feel is insecure.
She’s too perfect.
I don’t bother with a T-shirt, and head to the bathroom before walking downstairs to the kitchen. The radio mounted below the cabinet is tuned to an old country station, the same one my dad used to listen to.
She quietly sings along with Johnny Cash, standing in front of the stove. Her hair is still damp from a shower and she’s wearing one of my white undershirts that she obviously snagged from my bag. My cock hardens instantly at the sight. I watch as her hips sway back and forth in tune with the music, loving how relaxed she is here.
Stepping behind her, I wrap one arm around her waist and use the other to move her hair aside, pressing my lips to her soft neck. “Mornin’. Jesus, you smell good,” I tell her, kissing my way up to her ear. “Good enough to eat.” I growl.
She pushes that perfect ass of hers against the hard-on straining inside my jeans. “Mmmm, good morning.”
My hands move to her wiggling hips, holding her in place against me as she plates the eggs. She sets the pan down and cuts off the stove before spinning around. Her small arms circle my waist as she smiles up at me. Her face is free of makeup, the soft skin is silky smooth compared to the rough graze of my thumb across her cheek. She leans into my touch. “I sure hope you’re hungry, because I think I cooked enough to feed a small army.”
“I’m starving, but not for food,” I inform her before ravaging her lips. I spend an obscene amount of time worshiping her mouth like I did her pussy last night.
She smiles again. “Well as much as I would love to feed you me, I need you to eat the food I made first, before it gets cold. And you promised to take me fishing.” The smile lighting up her face quickly eliminates the pressing need in my jeans to take her here and now.
I’ll fucking do anything to make her smile like that.
“All right, baby. Eat first, fishing next, but then your ass is mine.”
She bites her plump lip to stifle a laugh, her cheeks turning pink. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
*
After filling ourselves up with biscuits, gravy, bacon, and eggs, we set out for a day of fishing. The boat my father bought back when I was a senior in high school is still in near-perfect condition, thanks to Jim. This will be the first time I’ve used it since my father died, my chest tightens at the thought, but seeing the excitement and smile on Liv’s face eases the blow.
The sight of her in tiny denim shorts, a pink tank top with her black swimsuit underneath, and that sexy braid resting on her shoulder is a great fucking distraction, too.
“I’m so excited for this,” she says with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store. She holds up a black tote she brought along. “I wasn’t sure what all to bring, but I got us both a towel, sunscreen, and some water. We don’t want to get dehydrated.”
“Good thinkin’, baby.”
She beams proudly at the praise and it makes me want to kiss the hell out of her. Taking her hand, I help her into the boat first.
As I step in and move into the driver’s seat, I turn back to see Liv grab one of the life jackets, trying to secure herself in it. The shit is a tangled mess and wrapped every which way around her. Before I can stop it, a laugh barrels out of me.
Her head snaps up. “I’m doing it wrong, aren’t I?” she asks with an embarrassed smile.
“Come here.” She walks over and stands between my legs. I reach up and untangle her, then remove the jacket. “You don’t need it. I won’t let you fall out of this boat.” I pull her in closer. “I’d never let anything happen to you, Liv.”
She stares down at me, placing her hand on the side of my face. “I know.”
After a kiss to her smooth palm, I grab her hips and bring her down on my lap. I bite back a groan when her ass connects with my aching hard-on.
Shit, not a good idea.
“Oh my gosh, you’re letting me drive?” she asks excitedly.
I rein in my need and pull myself together. “Yeah. I’ll help you.”
“Oh Lord, okay but let’s start off slow. I don’t want to make us crash.”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s a boat, not a race car. You’ll be fine.”
Starting the engine, we coast a ways out before I hit the throttle and pick up speed. She lets out a squeal and starts laughing as the breeze whips past our faces. We’re approaching an embankment, so I take the wheel and gently pull it to the left.
Once I center her, I let go of the wheel, giving her control again, and point off into the distance. “See that shady cove over there?” She nods. “Head that way.”
“Okay, don’t worry. I got this.”
“I know you do,” I reply, amused, before I sit back and let her take us the rest of the way there.
Very. Fucking. Slowly.
Once we finally reach the cove, I kill the engine and Liv stands, moving to the seat next to me. I instantly miss her warmth.
“It’s so peaceful. I can see why you and your dad spent so much time out here.”
I look out over the water. The small ripples of our wake settling on the surface, as memories begin to filter through my mind. “We spent a lot of time in this very spot. It’s been years since I’ve been out here. Forgot how much I missed it.”
“I can’t thank you enough for sharing this with me,” she says softly, drawing my attention back to her.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me, too.” She beams.
Grabbing the rod I brought for her, I quickly bait the hook. “All right, baby, let’s fish. Here.” She doesn’t take her wide eyes off me as I place the rod in her hand. “Just pull your arm back like this, hold down the button, and cast out.” I instruct, guiding her through the motions. “See that red and white bobber there? If you see it dip below the water you give it a yank, just like this.”
She nods in understanding, and I leave her to it so I can bait my own hook.
Finally, she tosses out the line. Or at least she tries to. The first time she tries the hook doesn’t even make it out of the boat, her second attempt is only about three feet in front of her, by the third cast I’m worried she’s about to throw her entire body into the water with the fucking pole. I reach over and grab the back of her shirt before she can fall in headfirst.
“Man, this is harder than it looks on TV,” she says, frustration evident in her voice.
“Here, I’ll help you.” Standing, I step in behind her and help grip the pole properly, her sweet scent smothering my good intentions. Ignoring the greedy bastard in my jeans, I bring her arm back before casting the hook far out in the distance.
“Oh, maybe it’s not so hard after all,” she remarks, her voice a little breathless.
“Liv.” My hands grip her hips in warning as she wiggles against me. “I’m trying my best to be good right now and focus on fishing, but you’re making it really fucking hard.”
“Oh…” I feel her shiver against me as my breath hits her hair. “O-okay. Sorry. Back to fishing.”
I force myself away from her and return to my seat. As bad as I want her, I want her to have this experience more.
Two hours later, we’re floating in the center of the lake. I removed my shirt about an hour ago, as the sun grew hotter. She finally caught on to casting after losing her first pole in the lake. It sank before we could make it over to save it. So I gave her mine. I bet she’s cast the damn thing a million times. Now if she could just pay attention to the bobber then she might actually catch a fish. She’s gotten several bites today, but she just can’t snag them quick enough.
Even though my rod is gone, and I’m not fishing, I’m enjoying the view. No matter how shitty she is at fishing, she looks damn good doing it—or trying to anyway.
I’m just about to tell her to reel it in and suggest heading back when she flies from her seat, jerking her pole back sharply. “Oh my God! Grayson, I got one. I got one!”
“Good girl, now reel it in nice and slow.”
“Holy crap, I can’t believe I finally caught one.” She squeals with a laugh. “Looks like I’m pretty good at this after all.”
I smother my chuckle and keep my smartass remark to myself. Standing up, I move in behind her but give her enough room to do her thing. After a few painful seconds of watching her struggle with getting the fish into the boat, I lean over the edge to retrieve the three-pound bass. I hold it up, removing the hook from its mouth.
“Oh…”
At the sound of Liv’s soft voice, I look up to see her face pinched with sadness.
“What?”
“He’s bleeding,” she says.
“Uh. Yeah. That’s what happens when you catch a fish.”
“I know. I just…I feel bad hurting it.” Her lip quivers. “I don’t want to keep it. Can we put him back in? Is it too late for the little guy?”
Is she for real right now?
“Liv, you just sat here for two hours for this very reason and now you want to throw it back in?”
“Yes. I do. I just keep thinking about its family and…I just. I can’t keep it, Grayson.” She swallows thickly, her eyes welling with tears.
Well shit.
“All right, baby. Don’t get upset. We’ll let him go. Come here.”
With a sniffle she kneels down beside me, and I hand the flopping fish over to her. “Hold on tight to him.”
Grabbing him, she brings the fish up to her face and stares at him. “Sorry for hurting you. I hope you find your family.”
Moving up in the chair, I watch her say her apology and goodbye. Even though I find the entire fucking thing ridiculous I realize it’s another reason why I love her. How many chicks would put the fish back in the water after waiting that damn long to catch it? Who the hell would be dumb enough to let them?
Me.
Because that’s what this woman does to me, makes me do and feel shit I’ve never felt.
Leaning over the edge of the boat she lowers the fish back in and stares down into the water. “Can you see him?”
Nope, but I see her incredible ass pointed up in the air, offering me a damn fine view.
I move my gaze up to see her staring over her shoulder at me, a cute little smirk on her face.
I shrug, completely unapologetic for getting busted ogling her ass. With a shake of her head, she stands and starts over to me. Sweet, hot anticipation fills the air around us as she straddles me. As her arms wrap around my neck, my hands go to her tight ass to bring her in snug against me. She leans in, placing a soft kiss to my mouth. “Thank you for letting me free Henry.”
I grimace. “Henry?”
“Mmmhmmm.” Her lips brush across mine again. “That’s what I decided to name him. Henry Louis Bradshaw.”
I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “Christ, woman, you’re lucky you’re so damn sexy.” I silence her giggle with my mouth, claiming it the way I want her body. With a moan, she wiggles against me until I can feel the heat of her pussy through my shorts. “I need to be inside you, Liv, now.”
She pulls back as I reach for her shirt. “Wait, here?” She looks around nervously, her face flushed, proving she needs me as much as I do her. “It’s broad daylight, what happens if someone sees us?”
“There’s no one around here for miles. We’re completely secluded.” Her gaze remains uncertain. “Do you think I would let anyone see what’s mine?” Her breath freezes, eyes flickering with dark desire before she shakes her head. “Good, now lift your arms, baby.”
She follows the order, her breathing shallow. The sight of her perfect, full, round tits cradled in her bikini top is enough to drive me crazy.
This time it’s her who steals my mouth, showing me how bad she wants it. She’s wound up tight, her little body squirming on top of mine like she can’t get close enough, and goddamn, neither can I. Reaching between us, I slip my hand in her shorts, testing how ready she is, and fuck me if she’s not dripping wet.
“Grayson.” There’s so much need buried in that plea that I drive one finger inside of her, giving her another when she begins to rock against it. The throaty gasps leaving her mouth beg me for more.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my fingers, baby. I can feel how much you want me.”
“I do. So much.”
With a groan I remove my hand, and lift her to stand before discarding her shorts. Leaning in, I run my nose along the center of her swim bottoms, her scent stoking the fire inside of me that has been building all fucking day. Her fingers thread through my hair on a moan as she greedily thrusts against my mouth.
“Want my mouth on your pussy again, Liv?” I ask against her, making her tremble.
Her response is a needy whimper. Pulling the black material to the side, I bare her pretty pussy, then waste no time delving in, the sweet taste of her exploding on my tongue.
The moans of pleasure pouring from her lips spur me on as I spread her arousal with my tongue. Her knees go weak, her body already shaking with her impending release.
Lifting my eyes to her, I watch her face as I take her clit in my mouth and suck it between my lips. That’s all it takes to send her over the edge. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air, her hands gripping my shoulders to hold herself up, as I lap up every single drop of cum from her delicious pussy.
The extreme need to be inside of her, to show her just how insane she makes me, has me reaching for a condom I don’t have.
FUCK!
With a strained groaned I drop my head against her lower belly, my dick throbbing painfully in protest.
“What is it?” she asks, breathless from her orgasm.
“I don’t have a fucking condom,” I grit, trying to talk my dick into settling down.
Not happening.
Grabbing her hips I pull her down to straddle me again, needing to at least hold her—touch her in some way.
“You know,” she murmurs, leaning in close. “I’m on birth control, and…I’m clean.” She swallows hard, blinking back the tears.
Anger flares inside of me, knowing it was something she had to worry about. Reaching up, I cup the side of her face, my thumb grazing her smooth cheek. “What are you saying, Liv? That I can have you with nothing between us? Because if you are, then I want nothing more than to feel all of you. I’m clean, baby. I’ve always used protection. I would never put you at risk.”
She nods. “I know you wouldn’t. I want to feel all of you, too. Nothing between us.”
That was all the reassurance I needed. I take her lips in a quest to make her forget everything but me. Her hands move to my shorts, unfastening them before reaching in and wrapping her fingers around me, stroking up and down. I hiss, surprised by her boldness, and quite fucking pleased. “Jesus, your hand feels fucking incredible.”
“I need you.” Her breath is frantic, desperate.
I tug the knot at the side of her bottoms, the black material falling away. She inches down a little until I’m right there, the bare tip teasing the opening of her hot pussy. My fingers dig into her hips as I drive up into her, intense heat exploding in my veins.
“Oh God, Grayson.” Those sharp nails of hers dig into my back, the bite of pain shooting straight down my spine.
“Fuck, Liv, feeling your pussy gripping my bare cock is goddamn heaven.” Reaching around to cup her ass, I squeeze the smooth skin, driving up in into her over and over again. I can feel myself getting carried away, the need to claim her in every single way growing stronger, but I fight it, not wanting to ruin how far we’ve come. I slow my pace, drawing out the strokes, reining in my control. “Undo your top, baby, let me see your pretty tits.”
She does what I say with a whimper, removing her bikini top. Leaning in, I close my mouth over one pink nipple, making her cry with pleasure as she picks up her pace.
“That’s my girl. Show me, Liv. Show me how hard you want it.” Her slick pussy clamps tight around me every time she leaves my cock. Her head falls back on a deep moan as she begins to move harder and faster. “Goddamn, you look sexy as fuck riding me.”
Her tits sway in my face, taunting me. I take the other nipple inside my mouth, sucking on the tight bud as she continues to ride me, releasing it with the scrape of my teeth before meeting her dark, hooded eyes. She moves faster, slamming her supple ass down harder and harder with each mind-blowing stroke up.
The insecurity from last night is nowhere to be seen.
No, the beautiful woman fucking me is full of confidence, and it’s sexy as hell.
I look down between us. “Look at us, Liv, watch your hungry pussy take my cock.” She drops her gaze, her breath coming faster and harder when she sees our connection. Her hot breath in my ear urges me on to give her more. The slap of skin meeting skin and our heated breaths are the only sounds filling the air. “You good, baby?”
“God, yes, don’t stop.”
With a growl, I shift and pound up deeper than before, hitting her sweet spot. “Scream for me. No one can hear you. Scream loud for me.” Keeping my rhythm I move my thumb to her clit and barely graze the swollen bud before she detonates, falling apart above me in a series of cries and moans accompanied by her nails raking frantically across my skin. Her cheeks are stained with pleasure and the slick sound of her sweet cum coating my cock pushes me over the edge.
Fucking Christ.
She collapses on top of me, our chests heaving in unison as we try to catch our breath.
“I never want to leave here,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “I know that’s horrible of me to say, especially because I’d miss Pap and the farm so much. But I’m scared what might be waiting for us when we go back. I’m terrified of losing this peace we’ve found with each other.”
“Hey.” Twisting my head, I grab her face and force her to look at me. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Yeah, we’re going to have to deal with shit when we go back, but no one, and I mean no one, will fuck with what we have. I swear, baby, nothing will change between us. Okay?”
She nods then drops her forehead on mine. “You’re healing me in ways I never thought possible.”
I grind my teeth against the sudden burn in my throat, and trail my lips across her wet cheek, tasting the saltiness of her tears before bringing my mouth over hers for a long, hard kiss.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I hold her close, looking back into those big brown eyes that have somehow managed to steal my fucking heart.
“I love you, Liv. You’re mine now, and you’ll never know what it’s like to hurt again.”
Her smile tells me what I already know. “I love you, too.”
CHAPTER 22
Olivia
The closer we get to Harmony Falls the more my euphoria begins to dim. The peace I was fortunate enough to grab onto this weekend vanishes with every passing mile.
As if sensing my apprehension, Grayson reaches over and takes my hand, holding it softly in his. “It’ll be okay. Trust me.”
With only the small reassurance from him, I slip right back into my happy place, all of my fears melting away because of him.
Because he loves me.
Hearing him say those words to me for the first time was like coming home. A warmth settled in my bones, deep and pure, claiming me in ways I never imagined. Whether I was sitting next to him with his hand protectively wrapped around mine, or a million miles away, I knew exactly where I belonged.
I look over at him with a soft smile. “You’re right. It will be okay because I have you. As long as I have that then I can face anything.”
He lifts my hand to his mouth, brushing a kiss on the inside of my wrist. “You’ll always have me, baby. And we’ll go back to the cabin again soon. I promise.”
Sooner rather than later, I hope, because I absolutely loved it there. I loved everything about it. Especially being alone with Grayson and sleeping in his arms every night. I don’t want to think about tomorrow morning when I’ll be forced to wake up without him there beside me. I’m pretty sure Pap would not be happy with him being in my bed every night.
Grayson clears his throat, pulling me from my wayward thoughts. “Do you have plans Friday night?”
“That depends,” I reply with a smile.
“On what?”
“On your plans. If they have room for me then I’ll be with you. If not then I’ll probably be with Tania. Or Pap, or Rosie, or a book. I’m a popular girl, Deputy Taylor, my social life is very full.”
His lips curl into that sexy grin I love so much. “In that case, baby, consider yourself busy all the time…with me.”
My heart soars at the thought of being with him all the time. I hope there’s lots of touching and kissing involved, too. Desire swirls in my tummy when I think about all the dirty things he said to me, stirring an ache of need below.
“I was asking because Terrell mentioned something about maybe hitting up Tucker’s for a few drinks. He said Tania would be coming, too.”
“Do you think all of us together will be okay?” I ask quietly, thinking about Fletcher and the incident at the diner.
“Yeah, I think so. Obviously, he’s been there since, or he wouldn’t have mentioned it. Plus, Tucker’s a good guy, I can’t see him being like that.”
“Okay, sure. It sounds like fun.”
All conversation ceases and we ride the remainder of the way in comfortable silence, until we pull into the driveway. All of my fear comes rushing back when I see the sheriff’s patrol truck.
“Oh no!”
My stomach bottoms out at the sight of our house. Every window has been shattered. What looks like the remnants of the porch swing are lying in the yard. All of the potted plants have been destroyed, as well as anything else outside they could get their hands on.
“Shit!” Grayson curses.
I jump out of the truck when it finally rolls to a stop. “Pap!” I race over to where he’s working with Sheriff Dixon to replace the broken glass with plywood. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, he hugs me back tightly. “I’m okay, Livy. It happened while I was gone with Fletch.”
I breathe a little easier knowing he wasn’t here, but my anxiety is still through the roof.
What would have happened if he had been here?
“I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you again.”
“Now don’t go bein’ silly, girl. I’m fine. Even if I had been here. I can take care of myself. I’m just glad you weren’t here to deal with this bullshit.” I can feel the anger and frustration vibrating inside of him, steeling his voice.
I look up into his troubled eyes. “Any idea who it was?”
“Who the hell knows.” Pap shrugs. “I have a lot of people angry at me right now. Could’ve been anyone.”
“What if they come back?” Terror courses in my blood just thinking about it.
“Then I’ll take care of them.” The quiet fury in Grayson’s tone pulls my attention to him. “Walt, if it’s okay with you, I’ll stay in the guesthouse. At least until this shit is over with, and I know you two are safe out here.”
“I appreciate that, son, but it’s not necessary. I can handle ’em.”
“I know you can, but the more eyes the better. I’m trained for this shit. Let me help keep Liv safe.”
Sheriff Dixon breaks in. “I agree with Grayson here, Walt. I’m sure this won’t escalate to anything more but it’s better to be safe. He’s my best deputy, having him here is a good idea,” he says, clapping Grayson on the shoulder.
Pap remains silent, digging in his stubborn feet. I can tell no matter what he says Grayson isn’t going anywhere, and I don’t want any tension between them. “I want him here too, Pap. Who knows what else will happen once the trial starts.”
I hate to even think about it.
He stares down at me, his weary expression softening before he gives a nod. “All right.”
Grayson nods back then looks at Sheriff Dixon. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure. You can walk me to my truck. I gotta get goin’,” he says, before looking at Pap. “I’ll let you know if we find anything, Walt. Keep me informed if anything else comes up.”
“Will do, Willie, thanks for helpin’ me board this up.”
“Anytime.”
Grayson follows the sheriff to his Patrol truck, leaving Pap and me alone on the porch. My arms are still wrapped around him, my head resting soundly on his chest. I close my eyes, inhaling his comforting scent. I’m not ready to let him go yet. Not after knowing what could have happened to him.
“Life was easier when I didn’t have to share you,” he says, drawing my attention back up to him. He looks away from Grayson then back to me, a wry smile tugging at his lips. I know he’s teasing, but I have a feeling part of him means it.
It’s been just the two of us for so long now.
“I missed you,” I tell him, needing him to know I’ll always be here.
No matter what.
His arms hold me tighter. “I missed you too, but I’m sure you had a great time, and that makes me happy.”
Smiling, I reflect on my time with Grayson and the memories we made this weekend. “I did. It was wonderful. It’s so beautiful and peaceful there. Grayson even took me fishing.”
“Fishing?” he asks in shock.
“Yes,” I reply. “But I wasn’t very good at it.”
“I reckon not.”
I playfully slap his chest, making him grunt out a chuckle.
“Now don’t be gettin’ all riled up. I just mean you don’t have it in ya to be a fisherman is all. You’re too kind to hurt another livin’ thing. Just like your mama was.” His expression softens as he mentions my mother. “I’m really glad you had a good time.”
“Thanks. Me, too.” I look back to Grayson. He’s still talking with the sheriff. Their conversation seems strained, tension radiating from both men. All of Grayson’s easiness from this weekend is completely gone.
“He’s a good one, Livy,” Pap remarks.
“Yes, he is,” I reply softy, not taking my eyes off Grayson. “I’m in love with him, Pap.”
He expels a heavy breath and hugs me closer. “I know, darlin’. I know. Just remember who loved you first, all right?”
I smile, my heart warming. “I’ll never forget.”
*
Later that night, once Pap turns in, I walk quietly out the back door and make my way over to the guesthouse to see Grayson, the soft glow of moonlight guiding me through the darkness.
After supper and the dishes were done, Grayson left to get himself settled. Pap insisted I go with him, but I refused, wanting to spend some time with him since I was gone all weekend. I also wanted to give Grayson some time to himself.
Just because I want to be with him every waking second doesn’t mean he wants that, too.
He seemed distracted and tense during supper tonight. I’m not sure if it’s what we came home to or if whatever went down with the sheriff has him upset, but it bothers me to see him that way.
We didn’t talk about me coming over after, so hopefully I’m not intruding. I gently knock and patiently wait for him to answer, suddenly feeling nervous for some stupid reason. I begin to think he may have fallen asleep, and I’m just about to turn around and head back to the house when the door swings open.
Holy moly.
Grayson stands in the doorway in nothing but a pair of worn jeans that hang low on his lean hips. The top button has been left undone as if he just threw them on in a hurry. My gaze roams up his powerful body, taking in every line and ripple of muscle stretching his taut skin, remembering what it felt like beneath my fingers as he moved inside of me. His usually messy hair is wet, and there are tiny beads of water glistening on his strong chest. The image of him naked in the shower renders me speechless, weakening my knees.
He watches me with a cocky smirk, as if he can read my dirty thoughts.
Heavens, Liv, get a grip.
“Uh.” I snap my mouth shut and clear my throat, searching for something to quench my sudden thirst. Before I can attempt to speak again, Grayson lifts me up to meet his lips, claiming them in a possessive way I’ve come to crave. My legs wrap around his waist, and a moan escapes me as his tongue thrusts past my lips, deepening the kiss.
Moving inside, he kicks the door shut, pressing my back against the hard wood. My fingers thread through his damp hair, the clean smell of soap mixed with everything that is him, impaling my senses and rushing through my body in a wave of delicious heat. I whimper when he thrusts his cock between my legs, hitting me right where I need him most.
“You make me so goddamn hard when you look at me like that, baby.”
“Uhmmm,” I mumble breathlessly, like an idiot.
He pulls back with a chuckle—amused by the effect he has on me. I take the moment to catch my breath, my chest heaving as I try to recover from all the wonderful things this man evokes in me.
“Why the hell are you knocking at your own damn house?” he asks.
“Well, we didn’t talk about me coming over, and I didn’t want to impose or bother you.”
His smile vanishes. “Never,” he says, his tone firm. “You could never bother me. I want to be with you every fucking second of every day. So next time you walk your pretty little ass in here like you own the place…since you do.”
