Page 105 of Silver Fox Puck

His jaw, scruffy with stubble. The hard planes of his chest. The thick muscles in his arms, flexing as he holds me against him.

And when I tug at his shirt, dragging it up over his abs, over his broad chest—

He lets me.

Lets me take my time.

Lets me drink him in.

Then—he makes me pay for it.

His mouth leaves mine only to find my throat.

Teeth. Tongue. Lips.

Dragging, teasing, ruining me.

"You know how many nights I’ve thought about this?"

I whimper.

"How many times I’ve imagined what you’d feel like under me again?"

His fingers trail up my thigh, skimming just under the edge of my shorts.

I bite my lip, hips tilting, chasing his touch.

"You wanna know what kept me up at night, Flight?"

His mouth moves lower, teeth grazing my collarbone, his hand sliding higher, fingers teasing at the lace of my panties.

I can barely breathe.

"Thinking about you coming apart for me."

And then—his fingers press between my thighs.

Right through the lace. A firm, purposeful stroke that makes me gasp and drop my head back against the wall.

"Fuck," I whisper, legs parting instinctively, my body already soaking through the thin fabric.

He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my chest as his thumb circles, then dips beneath the lace, finding bare, slick heat.

"You’re soaked for me," he mutters. "You’ve been waiting for this too, haven’t you?"

And I break.

Because this isn’t just a kiss. This isn’t just sex. This is something else entirely.

Something that terrifies and thrills me in equal measure.

Because I’ve never done this before.

I’ve never let myself have something real.

I’ve never wanted someone so completely that it actually scares me. And yet, I don’t stop. I don’t hesitate.

Because this is Grant. And I trust him.

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