Page 28 of Wicked Bite
I couldn’t think, couldn’t respond, all I knew was him and this moment. With quick fingers, I unbuttoned each button on his shirt. It fell open and I paused for a moment. He was perfection. Pale skin covered perfectly sculpted muscles. He was slim and sleek like an athlete, with a dusty trail of hair leading right below his belt. When I pressed my fingers to his stomach, his muscles tightened and jumped to my touch. A low growl escaped from his lips, and I needed to feel every inch of his skin. The lower I ran my hand, the higher on my thigh his went. Soon his hand was between my legs and I let my knees fall to the side.
“Exquisite.” He glided his fingers over me.
My breath caught in my throat. Everything came into focus on that one point. “Inside, go inside.”
“Like this?”
My hips rolled of their own accord, and I felt each of his leisurely strokes. Electricity pulsed through my body and sizzled over my skin. I wrapped my hands in his open shirt and pulled his face toward mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting our flavors dance together. Holy shit, is that his thumb on my . . .? I’d never known a man who could do something like this. Pleasure shot through my body, and I wanted more, wanted hard, and faster.
“More.” I breathed against his lips as I fumbled with the buckle on his belt.
“Yes, love, more.” With one hand, he pulled my dress up over my head and tossed it to the side. “Off with that then.”
I couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate on his words. All I felt was the perfection of his fingers and a rhythm that was driving me toward the perfect release. The small whisp of fabric between the cups of my bra snapped and it fell wide open. Cool air drifted over my breasts, and Grayson hissed in a breath. He leaned down toward them and took one in his mouth, tickling the peak with the tip of his tongue. I nearly levitated off the bed. My back arched and I cried out.
How was he everywhere and nowhere all at the same time? His belt fell free and I made quick work of the fly on his pants. I delved my hand below his waist and wrapped my hand around him. With the first stroke, he hissed in a breath and his hips bucked toward me.
I smiled to myself. “Good to see I have an effect.”
He glanced down between our bodies. “Always.”
It was all so delicious, so perfect. Pleasure wracked my body as I hurled toward ecstasy. Tingles pulsed low in my belly, and I was so close. More, like that. More.
He backed off, slowing his pace, and I was frantic for more. “Don’t stop.”
“Patience.”
“What?” My head thrashed on the bed. “So close.”
“Not yet.” He pulled his hand away and I wanted to put it right back where it was to finish what he started.
I nearly protested the loss, but then he climbed over me, resting between my legs. When he looked down at me with those hypnotic mahogany eyes, I couldn’t look away. “You ready for me, Piper?”
I couldn’t answer, only stare at the perfection of his body and the length between his legs. I nodded at him and wrapped my leg around his hip, urging him forward. Urging him to take me. Grayson leaned forward and ran himself up and down the most intimate part of my body, coating himself in me. I wanted to urge him forward, to be frantic and hard, but there was something about the way he took his time. The way he controlled himself. The way he controlled me and my body. I found myself surrendering to the moment and letting my knees fall wide. I rocked my hips, inviting him into me.
Grayson pressed his hips forward and my body parted around him. He hissed in a breath and froze. Sweat beaded his body and he pulled back then pressed in again going even farther. I rolled my body, wanting all of him deeper and harder, but he kept up that slow, torturous speed, going just a bit further each time. When his hips ground into mine, he arched his back and groaned.
“Mine.”
Tingles covered my body from head to toe and my hands landed on his hip. I pulled him closer, begging him with my body to move. He rolled his hips, sliding in and out. It was a dance between the two of us. Slow and sensual. I felt every inch of him moving against me, heard every breath he took, tasted his skin on my lips. Grayson was overwhelming yet perfection. He leaned down closer, and his chest pressed to mine, forcing our skin to touch in all places. Sweat and friction built between us in a tango of limbs and movement.
Connection sizzled between us like the moment was so right and there was nothing else in the world, just the two of us at this one perfect point in time. He kissed down the side of my neck, running his tongue over my skin. His hand drifted up my arm and he twined his fingers with mine. When he met my eyes, he didn’t let go. His rhythm turned faster as he ground against me. There was no control, just us moving as one toward something greater than the both of us.
It was too much. Overwhelming. “Gray?”
He didn’t look away. “Right here. I’ve got you.”
He did have me, totally and completely. In this moment I was his and only his. I squeezed his hand and moved my hips to his pace, letting him take me exactly where we both needed to go. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he ground his teeth together and drove into me harder. My body quickened and I felt myself starting to fly higher, soaring toward pleasure. Ecstasy exploded through me and every muscle in my body let go at the same time. I dug my nails into his hips, pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck, Piper.” He drove into me harder, finding his own release.
His back arched and I couldn’t get enough of him. My body wanted more of him always. I cried out, holding him tighter until the wracking waves of pleasure subsided. My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. Grayson leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “See? I got you.”
Breathless, I smiled and felt the last strings of my resistance to him go right out the door. “Yeah, yeah, you got me.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GRAYSON
