Page 142 of Every Chance After

“I love the desperate way you love me.”

“I am desperate, Grady,” I manage.

He smiles with soft satisfaction while I die for him. My hands race over his bare chest, but he grabs them, holding them still.

“I love that when you fall apart, it’s only with me,” he says, his voice almost stern.

He turns me around, pressing me to him with an arm wrapped over my breasts. With the other hand, he tugs my hair to one side, kissing my bare shoulder. I lean against him, head tilting toward the night sky. He twists my long locks in his hand like a rope he’s winding. I love the pressure of him holding me like that, keeping me positioned exactly how he wants me.

With a hand on my back, he bends me forward on all fours, still holding my hair. My back arches to accommodate him. He yanks my underwear down in one tug. Then, his fingers claw gently down my back.

“I love you, Marina. Forever in my heart. Forever in my bed—if I have my way,” he says, one hand holding my hair and the other rubbing my ass. “Tell me you love me.”

“I fucking love you, Grady,” comes my breathy reply. “Please.”

I hear him chuckle behind me—I don’t cuss often. Then, he rams himself inside me, one beautiful, aching, forceful thrust that makes me cry out and beg him for more.

“Damn, Marina,” he groans. He takes me again, slowly. Savoring it. Exploring me.

His pace soon quickens, and I think he’s getting close.

But then, he brings me to him, pulling my back against his chest and ravishing my neck. His dick stills inside me as he holds me in his lap. His hand slips around to my front, finding my clit. I relax, savoring his touch, as he whispers, “You first.”

I grind against him as he rubs me. “Let’s go together,” I challenge.

“You first,” he demands, “then together.”

I give in, his stern voice enough to send me over the edge. He braces me against him, still inside me, as I tremble and fall apart all over again.

“Good,” he breathes against my ear. “I love making you come.”

Then, he maneuvers me to the bedding and massages my thighs as he hovers over me. Climbing between my legs, he kisses me, desperate, tongue-laced, intense kisses that fire every atom in my body at once. Reenergized by it, I push him onto his back and climb on top.

“I love makingyoucome,” I say, shifting my hips and forcing him deep inside me. He watches me, moving up and down him, nibbling his bottom lip. I smile, loving his eyes on me. He grabs my hips, pulling and pushing with my rhythm.

Soon, his eyes roll back, and he mutters, “FUCK, Marina.”

“Say you love me again,” I demand sweetly.

“I fucking love you,” he grunts.

I go deeper, making him moan, and grind myself against him, wanting every inch of him I can get. “Now, show me.”

His grip tightens, and his face contorts at my command, and I feel him spill inside me. His heat, his pulsing dick, bring me to my breaking point again, and I convulse with aching, intense, beautiful pleasure.

He holds me there, watching, and his hand rests over my heart like he wants to bring us down together. My hand falls atop his as I slow my breathing.

He groans. “Fucking hell, Marina,” he breathes out. “How does it keep getting better?”

I chuckle and collapse beside him. “I don’t know. But I’m okay with it.”

He leans over, kissing my shoulder and then my lips. “Pretty good argument for moving in, huh?”

An owl hoots in the trees high above us. His smile matches mine at the sound. We’re outside, surrounded by trees, darkness, and soft lights, and nothing could be more perfect.

“The pros list is pretty long and impressive,” I admit, “but I need to think about it.”

A slight twinge of disappointment flashes, though he says, “Of course.”

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