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CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Emma

Weekends take on new meaning when there’s Grayson to wake up to. I’m draped across his muscular chest. The scar on his side doesn’t hurt him at all—so he says—and his eyes are closed. His hand lazily drifts up and down my spine. It has been years since I just lay in bed. But Grayson’s made it something we do. Nothing—we do absolutely nothing, and it’s mind-blowing. Just as unbelievable as when we stay in bed and doeverything.

I’ve picked up a normal work-and-school schedule. Jeremy at Creative Dynamic and Jan at the Delightful Diner were both far more excited than I expected when I asked for a little down time. We still have bills coming in, but with CDW picking up the cost of tuition, I have breathing room as Grayson hits the job hunt hard.

He hasn’t said as much, but I think he’s bummed about how everything turned out at Emerald’s. But he won’t utter a word of complaint, because his “screwing up”—his words, not mine—when he saw me on stage paled in comparison to the danger I’d put myself in. One day, he’ll let go of all of the guilt. He’s not there yet, no matter what he says, but he’ll get there.

“What are you thinking?” His morning voice is gravelly and rough.

It makes me want to curl closer to him and hang on. “Nothing much. Why?”

“You’re tense, baby.”

“Oh… I don’t know. Thinking about how I like lazy mornings in bed with you before Cally wakes, and I’m hoping you’ve forgiven yourself.” I sigh, feeling my breath against his skin. “Not sure if you’d ever tell me.”

“Not sure you need that burden. Think I’ve done enough.”

I push up on his chest quickly. “See?Thatis what concerns me—you think I’m not strong enough, or that you haven’t hurt enough—”

His mouth takes mine, and the words fall away as his tongue softly sweeps mine. The kiss has a harsh mix of urgency and caring. I melt against him, letting him flip me over and thread his fingers into my hair. His massive body weighs heavily against me but not enough that I’m pinned down. I’m just deliciously immobile—with his hardening erection pressing against me.

Gray breaks his mouth from mine, trailing his lips and tongue down my jaw. The morning scruff on his face scratches me, and instantly, my nipples ache. I part my legs to allow him to settle between them, and I writhe just enough to elicit his growl. It’s deep, dark, gritty, and makes my entire body shiver.

His teeth tug my earlobe. “I have something to tell you.”

“Hmm.” I gasp as he bites again, and his hips flex, slowly thrusting his shaft against me.

“Truth is…”

“Gray,” I pant. He’s doing insane things to my neck. Between the tongue, the teeth, and the scratchy morning shadow on his cheeks, he’s irresistible. I’m drowning in need.

“Our conversation with Cally? I’m good. Scared every day to do the right thing by her, but no more heavy burden.”

“No… more…” I moan as his hand slips devastatingly slowly up my side. “Burden?”

“Yeah, baby.” Finally, his hand palms my breast, massaging, before he lets his fingers tease me harder. His thumb runs circles over its peaked swell. “You want to talk some more, or you going to let me make love to you, Emma?”

“God, I love you.”

“Thank fuck for that.” His mouth takes mine again, and I move my hips, flexing and rubbing against him. His shaft teases, and I’m drowning in desire.

“Please,” I whisper into a kiss.

“Whatever you want.” Slowly, Grayson sinks inside me.

It’s heaven—blissful, soul-claiming heaven. His hands find mine, his kisses deepen, and he thrusts, taking his time to draw out each of my kiss-muffled moans. This can go on all day. I’m lost in him.

His arms pull mine overhead, my body stretched beneath him. Grayson rocks into me, I arch back, and the climax I desperately seek builds. My thighs wrap tightly around him as the world spins away. The room goes white, and I fall apart, climaxing and breathing raggedly, locking my legs around his waist. As I tumble through the tidal wave of my orgasm, he thrusts harder and then finds his release as well.

Our hands are still locked, our bodies still connected, and we’re gasping and kissing and promising the world. Finally, he collapses against me completely but rolls to hold me close to his side. “You’re mine, Emma. But really, pretty mama, I’m all yours.”

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