Page 68 of Only for Love

His tongue pushes into my mouth, forcing mine to dance with his, and I gasp into his kiss. He shifts on top of me, and my palms climb up his back. The feel of his flesh under my nails is too much. They dig into him, marking my man as he consumes me.

I’m pinned beneath, scoring his back, groaning as he flexes his iron-hard shaft between my legs. In one quick movement, he has my shirt over my head, and I’m clawing at his jeans, dragging them over his ass.

Grayson dominates me. His hands grab mine, pulling them above my head. I laugh and smile. I try to bite his lips as he spreads my legs wide. My pajama bottoms are still on, but I’ve dragged his boxers down enough to steal my breath, sear my soul. My heart races because from one quick glimpse and feeling his heavy weight rubbing against me, I know that Grayson Ford is freakin’ huge, bigger than I remember, and my nerves explode in my chest.

I need him. The idea of him pushing into me, stretching me makes me shudder, dizzy with want. I’m practically a virgin again for him, and I’m dying. My teeth dig into his shoulder as his hand works under the drawstring of my pants, between my thighs, expertly rubbing my clit.

Shit, shoot, shit. I’m gonna die from orgasm. I can’t breathe and bite him harder.

“If you’re going to mark me like that, pretty mama, you should know I bite back.”

A full-body shiver erupts over me, and I arch for more friction against his hand. “Swear?”

He nods. “To God.”

We’re pressed together, bare chests and fumbling with our pants. His head drops down, and with a hot, wet kiss, he takes my hard nipple into his mouth, sucking deep enough I wonder if I can come from that.

“God, Gray.”

He responds—tongue and teeth—and I’m going to climax from just his hand and tongue. He moves to the opposite breast, repeating his tease and tug, and the time lapse is almost enough to make me cry for him to never stop. But when his mouth takes my nipple, he slips his fingers into me, spearing me deep and hard and letting his thumb rub my nub. I’m seconds away from orgasm. The man’s my body’s master, and with one strong, circular sweep of his thumb, I explode.

I throw my head back, clenching on him. His mouth leaves my breast and takes my lips and tongue, kissing me hard as his hand still pumps into me. I open my eyes, and his green ones are vibrant again. The fire’s still there, but there’s a spark and a shine that I know I’m responsible for.

“I’m on the pill. Don’t you dare stop.”

Everything stills. With one long, hard look at me, he takes my mouth again after mumbling, “Yes, ma’am.”

We fight with what’s left of our clothes. He’s kicking off his jeans, and I’m tangled in my pants, but finally I’m free and wrapping my legs around his waist. He’s primed; I’m wet. Our eyes are locked, and he’s huge. Nerves hit me again.

“Sure, pretty mama?”

I nod, wriggling myself into position for him to take me. The head of his thick erection is there. I feel it, want it. I’m nodding into his kiss, moaning for more and flexing my hips. My wetness coats the head of him, but not until he moves, just a fraction of an inch, do I feel heaven—and it’s going to hurt.

“Just—a little—bit.” Tension strains in his jaw.

Sweet Jesus. But he flexes again, pushing deeper into me, stretching me, and my body accommodates him. I’m panting, gasping, breathing through the rush. I’ve had sex once in my life. With him. Years ago. But my lady parts are in virgin territory again, remembering how insane this feels, how much I love him.

He inches in, and I’m begging for more. My teeth have his lips. My legs are wrapped around him tightly, and oh my god, he’s in me all the way and holding still.

“You good?”

“God, I love you.” It’s all I can say, all I can think.

He takes that properly as permission to go, and he does. Withdrawing slowly, then pumping me full again. One more time, and I’m ready to beg.

“Please,” I moan.

He thrusts faster and harder.

I’m clinging to the massive man holding me down, fucking me as if we’re starved for each other. A climax starts deep inside me, reminding me that I’m sensitive from just coming. It hits me hard, and I arch back, pulsing on his cock. “Grayson!”

He pumps faster and harder, pinning me down. My muscles spasm and clench, riding his pace.

“Christ,” he growls and strains into me.

I feel him come, hotness filling me as he holds deep. A sheen of sweat covers us, and our breaths are frantic. Spent, he falls onto me, not giving me his whole weight but not holding much back. We’re connected in a way I’ve always dreamed of, but this is better than anything I could imagine.

His mouth lands on mine. Not kissing, just touching. “I love you, Ems.”

All is perfect.

Somewhere in the background, a noise pulls me from Eden. Grayson moves as though he’s trained to kill the enemy. The back door slams open, hitting the wall on the other side of the house, in the kitchen. I warned everyone we needed a doorstopper.

“Shit!” Grayson and I say at the same time.

Rooms away, the entire house seemed to explode with preschooler-sized noise. “Mommy!”

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