Page 13 of Rescued By the Lumberjack

“Grayson…” Panting my name as my mouth finds her jaw, she pulls at my hair. “Wait.”

My least favorite word.

Pulling back, I take in her flushed expression. Finally getting her right where I want her, I watch as her eyes drift to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

She chews on her lip. “I might disappoint you.”

Impossible.

Her eyes slide back toward mine and she squirms. “What I want to do with you… I’ve never done before.”

She’s keeping up with my kisses, so I know that’s not what she’s referring to.

She’s a virgin, isn’t she?

7

Piper

Maybe Travis broke up with me because I wouldn’t let him between my legs. The more I consider it, the more I see it as a possibility. He’d tried countless times.

If he made me tingly and achy like Grayson does, then maybe I’d have a little more experience right about now.

Grayson doesn’t look like he minds. Rather, there’s a flash in his eyes, a hunger that feels like he can swallow me up in one bite. If I’ve turned him off, even in the slightest, he’s making it really hard to tell.

Rather than pull away, he tugs me off the counter and picks me up. Hugging his waist harder, I hook my arms around his neck.

I’m not a thin girl, but the way he’s so casual with each step makes me feel lighter than a feather.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, my voice wavering. I’m a little nervous, anyone would be if they were in my place. However, I want Grayson. I need this as much as he does.

He’s not in a rush to kick me out, and I don’t want to leave. So, what better use of our time than to get to know each other better?

“My room.” Sounding so confident of his answer, we take a few detours. All are against the wall as he kisses me again. It’s like he can’t go five minutes without feeling me against his mouth.

If he keeps rubbing against me, grinding his arousal against the thin fabric of the boxers I’m wearing, then I’m all for any contact I can get with him. By the time we make it to his bed, I’m clawing at his shirt and demanding to do some touching for myself.

As soon as he plops me down, he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and peels it away from his body like he’s showing off his goods. Even though I did plenty of staring yesterday, I don’t spoil it for him.

He does it so confidently, and I try to match his energy. However, my fingers tremble slightly when I work on buttons. He just had to give me one of his collared shirts.

Rather than looking impatient, he flares his nostrils as I expose one inch of skin at a time. Once I undo the last button, he runs his hand down his face and stills as I part the flaps.

I’mreallyglad I don’t have a bra on.

This man might look normal on the outside, but inside, he’s still the wild man that found me in the mud. He growls low in his throat as he stares at my breasts. Taking in my tightening nipples one at a time, he doesn’t think twice about shoving his pants down.

Oh mygod.

Hedoesgo commando.

I don’t get enough time to take in his cock. He’s on the bed in two seconds flat. I barely even have time to get the shirt off before he’s pressing my back to the mattress and planting his face between my breasts.

“Fuck.” His teeth graze my skin. “How many times are you going to make me question if you’re real?”

My body arches, and my breath catches in the back of my throat as his mouth latches onto my nipple.

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