Page 107 of Only for Love

I straddle his lap and kiss him—deep and hard. I refuse to let him tell me different. I won’t pull away from this kiss. I’m dying for his tongue, for him to take my mouth with just as much need as I have. Excitement has made me dangerously oblivious to what’s happening outside this room. My fingers curl into his shirt, and I roll my hips, begging and daring him to want me right now.

“Fuck me,” he says against my kiss. Then he owns my mouth and grips my sides. “Can’t stay away from you.”

I’m consumed by his kiss, drunk on the powerful, almost painful hold he has on me. Raw hunger unleashes from his body, and if I thought I was in charge—I was wrong.

I shiver, excitement rolling across my body from my shoulders down to my ankles. My eyes shut as he bites my lip and flexes his hips, holding me down, making me groan in insane need as I rub against his erection.

“God, Ems…”

His massive chest rises and falls in a way that matches mine. We’re a shade away from gasping and panting. “I love you, Gray.” Such sweet words in a filthy place. “As much as you love me.”

“Hold that thought because you might forget that in a minute.”

What?

Grayson’s hands lock on my bottom, and he squeezes. Hard.Oh, God.My back arches, and the bite of pain from his strong grip makes me fly high. He grinds me against his shaft, and the friction is far more than a tease.

“Because I am furious.” He bites against my shoulder, drags his teeth up my neck.

My mind spins. I can’t think, so I act only on instinct. “Holy shit.”

One of his hands runs up my spine. The other drops lower. I’m writhing in place, dizzy over him. Not once have I ever been turned on at Emerald’s. Every move, every tease was mechanical, but this is extraordinary.

“What else don’t I know about you?” he growls.

All I can do is moan—and then I remember where we are. I should stop and remind him I need rescuing, but I can only think of the needy ache building in me. “There’s a camera in here.”

“Behind you or me?” He bites my shoulder.

“You,” I gasp as bites harder.

Quickly, he stands up, his head swerves, then he grabs the nearly hidden camera and rips it free. “Done.”

Well,shit, shoot, shit some more. Bruno won’t be happy about a dead camera in a private room, but Grayson unbuckles his jeans, and I don’t care about anyone outside this room. I’ve had too many years of dreaming about Gray in Emerald’s.

He falls to the chair, taking me with him. My legs wrap around him, and my arms do too. I’m surrounded by him, burrowed against his chest, and his hands slide over me as though I’m God’s gift to him.

“Pretty mama,” he whispers against my ear and pulls my thong to the side. “I need in you.”

“Yes.” The blunt head of his shaft presses against me. I’m already so wanting that I can’t wait another minute.

He squeezes me tight then pushes into me, spearing me, stretching me, making me cry out for more. Grayson drives back then thrusts his massive self back in.

“Damn, woman.” His growled words don’t sound as if they are mine to hear. But I don’t just hear them—I feel their vibrations. They make my nipples harder and set my most sensitive muscles on fire. “You’re my world. You know that?”

He sinks deep into me again, and I gasp. I hang on and clamp my mouth to his neck. Grayson pounds into me. The fury and heartbreak are there with each slam of his body into mine. The roughness—the greedy, starving need that he takes me with—is addictive. As his harsh breath burns against my skin, I climb faster, past the point where I can handle it.Ah, oh, God.“Grayson!”

I moan, come, and cry his name through clenched teeth. His heartbeat explodes against my chest as he comes, too. We’re knotted together, breathing as one and surviving a high so dark it’s spectacular.

“Love you,” I murmur against his skin. “I love you more than I can understand.”

He catches my mouth in a kiss that’s as harsh as it is sweet. I’m lost in him and completely exhausted.

Knock, knock.“Hands off the girl unless you pony up some cash,” Bruno’s voice bleeds through the door.

Oh, shit.

---