Page 10 of Craved By Gray

I’d make her mine!

“You’re shaking,” I rasp, sliding my hand around her slender waist and pulling her tight against me, her ass pressing against the thick outline of my erection. “Is it something I did?”

“God,” she whispers, her hands locking in front of her, but I don’t miss the tremble in them. She doesn’t protest when I open her robe and the material parts to reveal a T-shirt underneath and…nothing else. I move back to let the robe fall to the floor, and I am rewarded with the perfect view of her flawless thighs, barely covered by the T-shirt.

A smart man would walk right out that door and never look her way again, but I seem to lose a bit of my brain power when she’s around. No, leaving is no longer an option. I don’t believe I am physically capable of walking away without knowing how her lips taste or hearing the sound she makes when she comes apart under my eager hands or mouth.

I want her.

I crave Scarlett more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life before. With an intensity so strong it goes beyond physical. Beyond just wanting to have sex with this girl to scratch some itch. There is a need to carry her away from this place to somewhere she doesn’t feel like she has to earn her keep.

Then I’ll worship her the way she deserves. Kiss every inch of her perfect body and make love to her until she is convinced to stay. Those beautiful hazel eyes…I want them locked on me as I taste her, slide into her wetness, and mark her as mine.

Mine!

“I want you,” I rasp, my voice thick and heavy with lust as if the thick rod pressed against her ass isn’t proof enough of my desire. I slide a hand up her thigh, my pulse sprinting as I caress her smooth skin. “Every inch of you. Will you let me have you?”

“L-let you?” she heaves, a shudder rolling through her body when my hands caress her inner thigh, just shy of touching her sex. I let my fingers linger, not giving in to the desire to touch that secret part of her.

“I want to touch you. Hell, I want to do more than touch you, princess.” My voice is heavy with lust as I dip my mouth to her neck, kissing the spot behind her ear and trailing my lips down. She shudders with every soft caress, her breath growing heavier by the second. “I want to kiss that sexy mouth and then lower.” I cup her soft breast with my other hand, and she whimpers when I pinch her nipple over her T-shirt. “I bet your nipples would feel smooth on my tongue.” She’s trembling and moans, panting as I tease her pointed nipple with my thumb. “Then I’ll kiss your stomach, and finally, that spot between your legs. I lick your hot arousal until you’re quivering and begging for me to fuck you.”

“Oh God!” She bucks, her thighs trembling fiercely, but I still don’t move my hand, teasing her inner thighs as I keep it there. Her grip flies to the counter to steady herself, her body taut with need. “Gray—”

“Tell me you want it too.”

“I…I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“What?”

“Sex,” she says shyly. “I’ve never had sex before.”

A virgin.

Her words shock me.

There is no way this girl is a virgin. Though, I imagine Stone has threatened or scared off the men in his club from going anywhere near his daughter, but he doesn’t have a leash on her. Heck, she lives alone in one of the most lavish neighborhoods in the city, free to have guests over. Free to go wherever she wants and meet whomever she pleases—to an extent. I’m sure her father keeps a close eye on her movements, but he can’t watch her all the time. Hell, her friendship with Brooke is proof enough of that.

And still, this beautiful flower remains untouched. Ready to be corrupted.

“I can teach you,” I tell her, my head spinning with the need to make this girl mine. I’ll be her first, and if I have my way, damn well her only. “Let me show you how a man is supposed to worship a beautiful woman like you.”

“Gray, this is crazy. We don’t even know each other.”

I realize as she speaks that this is only the second time we’ve interacted. She isn’t wrong, but I can’t deny the strength of my feelings. Still, I don’t want to overwhelm her.

“I could stop,” I say, nipping at her earbud, my breath heavy on her skin. “I could stop, and we can just sit together and talk, get to know one another. I’ll tell you all about myself and vice versa, or…” My fingertips brush her sex, and she jerks hard against me, a whimper slipping from that sexy mouth. I slip my index finger between her sodden folds, groaning when I feel her soft arousal against my skin. Fuck, she’s wet. So fucking wet, my finger easily slides over her slit. “…Or you could let my tongue replace this finger, and we can get to know each other another way. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“God. Oh, Gray!” she pants.

“Maybe you’re right, and it’s better we talk first,” I tease, before cruelly pulling my hand away and easing back. Scarlett whirls around to look at me. Those gorgeous hazel eyes cloudy with lust and disbelief blink up at me. Her neck is flushed, and my eyes drop to the pebbled nipples pushing against the thin material of her T-shirt.

“No,” she whispers, her voice soft and raspy. “I don’t want to talk. Please don’t stop.”

I move in and press her backward into the counter before jerking her thigh to my hip and grinding my erection against her naked sex. She moans, and her fingers grab the lapels of my jacket to pull me close. I lean in to touch my mouth with hers, a simple brush of lips before pulling back to stare into those gorgeous eyes. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, even though I can read the answer in her eyes.

“Yes.” She nods, hair flying all over when she does so, and I would find it funny if my own need wasn’t pushing for me to claim her. Mark this girl so the Vipers and Rebels all know that she belongs to me.

I slide my other hand around to her nape, and that’s all the warning she gets before I slam my mouth down on hers. I’m supposed to be kissing her. I’ve done it before. A touch of lips, slowly moving over another, but with her, I can hardly contain myself. The need to devour every inch of that mouth is strong, and she, my innocent princess, opens up for me so eagerly. I swallow her whimper as our tongues graze, and then it’s madness from there.

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