Page 159 of All I Have Left

“It’s our honeymoon.” I inch my hand toward him and trail my fingertips over his hip to his erection. He might be too hot, but his lower half has other ideas. “I expect romance and you knocking me up.”

His mouth makes contact my shoulder, biting carefully. He rolls onto me, his lips touching mine. Our eyes meet, my cheeks flushed, his too because like I said, it’s so hot here. Probably because Grayson broke the thermostat trying to adjust the air conditioning and now he’s too proud to ask the hotel to fix it.

Pushing himself up on his elbows, he grins, biting the edge of my robe. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“There’s nothing underneath here.”

“Less work for me I guess.” His lips press to mine, teasing me with his tongue. Soft whimpers escape me as I spread my legs wider urging him forward.

He’s sweating and everywhere I touch is slick with a glistening sheen. I giggle. “You’re sweating like crazy.”

“Because it’s fucking hot,” he grunts, pushing forward.

Though it’s like every other time, Grayson’s arms shake as he holds himself above me. Fearing he’s overdoing it, or maybe the flight, the heat, something got to him, I tap my hands to his chest. “I wanna be on top,” I whisper, barely able to keep my mouth from his.

He lets me, rolling us carefully until I’m on top. Slowly I untie my robe to reveal my naked body to him. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful.”

I gained some weight back since the attack and finally my boobs look less like teenage me and more like twenty-three-year-old wife status. I even have a damn tan on my pasty white ass. Working my hips back and forth, Grayson closes his eyes, a soft grunt making its way through his lips.

He grabs a hold of my hips, then slides them up my spine, flattening his palm against my back, urging me forward. Mychest meets his, then his lips. Lifting his legs, his feet are flat on the mattress, leverage for driving into me hard. His arms are wrapped so tightly around my waist it makes it hard to move. Lucky for me, he’s doing all the movements for us.

One of his hands trails to the back of my head. He takes a handful of my hair and gently tugs until my throat is exposed for him. “I can’t believe I have you for the rest of my life,” he whispers, his lips moving slowly against my overly heated skin.

I’m not sure if it’s the angle, or that my husband has gotten really good at getting me off but we let loose completely. Grayson rolls me onto my back, our bodies moving in sync, a frantic pace set by our consuming desire to be like this, welded together our entire honeymoon.

“Are you close?” he asks, his lips parted at my collarbone, panting, trying like hell to control himself. He slows his rhythm, his legs tensing. “I want to come with you.”

I can’t form a coherent response. I can’t when his words come out strangled like that, as if any minute he’s going to fall apart. It’s too much.

“Are you almost there?”

I nod, no words surfacing. They’re stuck in my throat. Held hostage by the man above me.

He stops kissing my neck and waits for my response. I bring my hands to his face, kissing him slowly. “Yes, don’t stop.”

He nods, giving me his entire weight, melding our bodies together as one. We are one. Experiencing the same sensations, same high, at the exact same time.

We fall as one.

On the lastnight of our honeymoon, we’re in the pool outside our room watching the sunset. It’s raining, much like ourwedding day. “What do you think rain on your honeymoon means?”

Grayson’s staring at the water, uninterested in anything around him. Including his bride in the skimpiest bikini ever. It’s literally a couple triangles and string… thanks to Frankie.

He doesn’t answer me until I splash water in his face. “Grayson?”

His eyes lift to mine. “What?” His hearing still sucks at times and I realize I’m on his bad side.

“Are you okay?”

He winks, as if he’s trying to be cute and not get in trouble for ignoring me. “Yeah.”

“What’s wrong?”

His brow furrows but he forces a soft smile. “My ears are ringing.”

“Oh, sorry. You want to go inside?”

“No. It’ll pass.” He moves toward me, inching forward, closer like a shark hunting its prey. “What did you say?”

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