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“Is this alright?” I ask as I lift one of her legs to rest over my shoulder. I don’t think the position is too jarring, but after her warning of how inflexible she is, I want to check.
Her mouth opens in an arousedO,and I know I’ve found a better angle before she even moans.
My pulse races in my chest when I begin pumping my hips to press further into her.
Her tiny gasps inflate my ego more than anything as I start to move. I’m dying to go slow, trying to make this last, but I can’t ignore the way Lina’s hips are continually tilting upward, searching for a faster pace.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” I mutter, completely infatuated by the sight of her underneath me in my bed.
For months she’s been sleeping beside me, but knowing she’s here in this position because she’sminefills my chest with a sweet, aching kind of triumph.
“Grant,” she begs. “More.Please.”
I press my forehead to hers, my breath shaky as I oblige, picking up the pace enough to have her nails biting into my shoulders.
Lina finds her rhythm quickly, drawing the most beautiful moans from her lips over and over again.
“That’s it,” I whisper, voice ragged. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
Her lips brush mine, but it’s not a kiss—it’s a gasp that gets caught between us as I thrust again, deeper this time. I reach between us, and when I press my thumb against her clit, she practicallymelts.
“You,” she breathes, barely louder than the creak of the mattress. “I just need you.”
And fuck, if that doesn’t ruin me a little.
My hand cradles the back of her head, pulling her closer like I could somehow crawl inside her chest and live there. Our bodiesmove in sync, every roll of my hips coaxing another helpless sound from her throat, each one driving me closer to the edge.
“Oh.” She tightens around me, and I know she’s close. I can feel the tremble starting in her thighs, the stutter in her rhythm.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, burying my face in her neck. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
It takes a few more moments of me fighting off my own orgasm and her hips rising to meet my hurried thrusts before she’s pulsing around my cock.
The mind-blowing pleasure courses through both of us at the same time. I come so hard it feels like a detonation that leaves nothing behind but us.
And I know she feels it too because it takes us both a few moments to reorient ourselves. Once we’re aware of our surroundings, being here with each other, she lets out a short giggle while she pulls my body down so I’m lying on the bed next to her.
I let my weight settle against the mattress, and she rolls over to rest on top of me. We’re chest to chest, and I can feel her heart thudding above mine.
“I don’t even know what to say,” she whispers with a laugh.
“Me neither.” I hum, pressing a lazy kiss to her collarbone.
Her fingers comb through the hair at the nape of my neck, soft and slow, like she’s grounding herself, like she’s anchoring me too.
“You didn’t fold me like a trapeze artist,” she murmurs, teasing, but her voice is hazy and sated.
I smile against her skin. “Yet.”
She laughs again, quieter this time, and I swear I could live in the sound.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
LINA
When I get home from Grant’s apartment, Kara is gone, and Meredith and Eden barely say a word to me. They’re too focused on taking down the Christmas tree in our living room—which appears to be quite the struggle. Pine needles are scattered all over the floor like deadly confetti, and the taped-together box is leaning against the wall.
“Do you guys need help?” I ask from the doorway of my bedroom, still halfway in my coat.
