Page 82 of Return to Us
He’s standing there—waiting.
But it’s as though all the patience we had is gone in that single instant. The time that we’ve allowed to pass is used up and one more second will kill us.
Grayson’s hands move quickly, capturing my face, and then his lips are on me. There’s desperation, desire, and determination that encapsulates us. I hold him tight, letting him kiss me, kissing him back.
He walks us inside, his mouth not leaving mine until I kick the door closed, causing us both to jump. “Your mother?”
“Work,” is the only word I can get out before his mouth returns to mine. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his middle as he carries us back upstairs. “Third door on the . . .”
“I remember.”
I grin, running my fingers through his thick, brown hair. I want to ask him questions, ask him where we go from this, but I want him more than I care about any of it.
Nothing will stop me from having him again.
We enter my room, and he pushes me against the door. His hands on each side of my head as he cages me in. “I want you so badly.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I want you too.”
Grayson’s lips move to my ear. “I’m going to have you here because I can’t . . . I can’t fucking wait.”
My eyes flutter closed as the deep timbre of his voice goes through me. The blood pumping through me warms every part of my limbs. “And then?” I ask.
“Then I’m taking you to my place where we’ll do it again.” He kisses my neck. “And again.” Another kiss, this one lower by the hull of my throat. “And again.”
“That’s a lot of stamina,” I manage to get out, sounding breathless.
“For you, love, I plan to go all night.”
If his body weren’t pressed against mine, I would’ve sunk to the floor. Holy hell.
As if to seal his promise, he kisses me again, hands moving almost frantically to get me out of my clothes. Grayson pulls my shirt off as I scramble for his belt.
There is nothing about this that’s sexy and slow. It’s two people who can’t wait another minute to feel each other. I fumble with the button on his jeans as he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
He grips my wrists, pinning them over my head. “Stay like that,” he commands. “Don’t move.”
“But . . .”
“Don’t move, or I’ll stop, and trust me, you won’t want me to stop.”
Oh, God. My back is against the cold door, and I’d swear I was on fire. Everything is burning around me as he pulls my pants down and drops to his knees.
“Gray.”
“Not a muscle,” he says again as a warning.
I’m trembling as his eyes travel up my body, causing my breathing to labor even more.
“I’ve dreamed of you for years.” His husky voice is low as his fingers just barely touch my skin. “They were so intense, I’d swear I could feel you.” Slowly, he drifts them higher up my leg. “I’d think about how you tasted, sounded, and felt in my arms.” My head falls back against the solid wood as a soft sound escapes my lips. “Have you thought about me, Jessica? Have you wondered what it would feel like again? How good I could make you feel?”
“Yes,” I admit as a whimper, needing more.
“Good,” he says, and then he lifts one leg, putting it over his shoulder as his mouth finds my center.
