Page 33 of Manhattan Heart

He moves down for the kiss and I open instinctually, accepting his beautiful tongue that I tangle mine around. A pulse of heat hits me in the middle and my heart gallops. And when Gray increases intensity, going deeper and harder, grunting against my lips, I lose my head.

Falling into his kisses are as natural as breathing to me. Gray can make me lose concentration with those sexy lips of his, so as he grasps the sides of my head, turning me this way and that for a deeper taste, he moves his body into mine, pinning me against the brick wall of the balcony, overlooking the whole of Manhattan. I feel how hard he is in the thin cotton sleep pants.

I feel the hardness of his abs crushing my boobs.

When his hands move leisurely down to grip my hips, so he can hold me in place while he grinds on me, I come back to my senses with a crash as I feel his heart thudding hard against my palm, and panic sets in.

What the fuck are we doing?

“Gray, wait.” I whisper, turning my head from his mouth.

He breathes deeply against my cheek, not deterred that I’ve taken my mouth away, he goes on skimming kisses down to my neck.

His heart under my hand is beating wildly.

The same way it does every time we have sex and I used to love that sensation under my body.

It means he is affected by me and loves what we are doing.

But now, it terrifies me.

“We have time, India. I want you.”

God, I want him, badly.

Inside me. Moving against me. Holding me in place for his slams, feeling his mouth moving over every inch of me. I need to be completely swept away in Gray’s sex.

My belly is churning, my own chest heaving in air and my sex is ready to go, all slick and soft for my Gray’s dick.

But I can’t.I can’t.

I move him away and see his hooded eyes, filled with lust and confusion.

Not surprising, I never say no to sex.

We have the same libido and sex drive and we’re equally set to go if the other one wants it.

“We can’t, Gray. God, feel how fast your heart is beating.”

His head comes down another inch, only this time his eyes morph into sweet understanding and he kisses my forehead while I unconsciously stroke the left side of his chest, like I alone can calm the raging thud from within.

“My girl, that’s the impact you and your perfect fuckable body have on me, nothing to do with anything else. I promise.” There’s a smile in his voice.

“We still can’t. You’re on a sex ban. It riles you up too much. We could have killed you.”

He steps back. “Say what now?”

“Sex. Ban.” I say it more forcefully, even when my body betrays me with his nearness. All hard and yummy. “You get too fired up.”

“Of course, I do. I’m fucking my wife.”

“It’s not good for you.”

“I’d say all the orgasms are pretty damn good for me, India.”

He’s amused. The smile licks over his mouth, much like I want to do, but I can’t. Not if I want to keep his heart ticking flawlessly.

I go into his arms and his hands drop down to squeeze my ass through my booty shorts. My own hands push only slightly into the waistband of his sleep pants, right above his sexy back dimples.

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