Page 197 of Built to Fall
It instantly has my breath stalling while he pulls them down my legs, not yet bothering with my bra. My entire body is screaming at me to speed this up, which is why I reach for the straps.
Grant’s hand flies over mine, stopping me. “Not yet.”
I try ignoring him, again trying to reach around my back with the other hand, making it apparent that the pace I want to set is much faster than the one he is currently going at.
He catches that hand too, pushing them above my head and holding them there while his voice drops low with both heat and authority. “You’re not in charge right now.”
My body succumbs to him before my brain, arching further into him while he leans down closer, his lips brushing against my jaw.
“You knew what you were doing wearing this.” His breath is hot against my skin, scattering goosebumps up my arms.
Of course Grant notices. Immediately, he runs his rough hands up and down my arms, smirking as he feels the reaction ripple across them. “Look at you, already shaking.”
“It’s cold in here,” I say, trying to give some form of a remark, despite knowing he can see right through it.
He chuckles lightly, the sound deep in his chest as his mouth hovers an inch above mine. “Sure it is.” His grip on my wrists tightens, making my pulse jump. And with the way his grin grows, I’d almost think he can feel it.
“Take—” My words are cut off with a heady gasp when one of his hands skates down my stomach, toward my navel. “Take your clothes off.”
It’s the only reason he lets up on my wrists for a short moment. Ripping his shirt up over his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed.
When he has me pinned back to the bed, he holds my arms to my sides so that he can trail kisses down my stomach, all the way to the apex of my thighs.
“Grant,” I gasp when his lips meet the fabric of my panties. “Just fuck me.”
The anticipation is roaring in my chest, and while I wouldn’t normally consider myself impatient, I am right now.
He instantly shakes his head. “Did you already forget what I said I was planning on doing to you?” he asks coyly. “Is that eidetic memory of yours already slipping?”
I don’t say anything when his eyes flit to mine. “Your ego is ruining this right now.”
“Doubt that.” Grant grins cockily. “Lift your hips for me, and I’ll prove it.”
And despite every neuron in my body screaming at me not to give in so easily, I do it anyway, lust pooling around my brain, nearly drowning me.
“There you go.” I pretend not to be affected by his slight praise, but my thighs tighten involuntarily under his fingers while he slips the hot pink lace down my thighs. “That’s what I thought.”
“I hate you,” I manage, even though it lacks its usual bite.
“No, you don’t,” he says, knowing it’s true as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, slow and deliberate. “You just pretend to hate how easy it is for me to get you like this.”
And he’s not wrong. I pretend to hate how he can read my body better than I can read any textbook. That with one word, or one touch of his hand, I go from composed and calculated to arching beneath him like I’m some touch-starved animal.
“You haven’t done anything yet,” I snap, using all the composure I can muster.
Grant raises a brow, amused. “You’re just mad I’m not letting you speed through this like a checklist.” His tattooed hands keep moving across my skin in a tantalizing pattern from my thighs all the way up my stomach. “We’re not skipping over anything tonight.”
I would argue, but then his tongue drags over my center, and every coherent thought sinks right into the mattress with the rest of me.
He’s done this so many times by now that it seems to get better every time—proving that he pays attention to everything I enjoy, doubling down on the things that make me fall apart.
The sharp intake of breath only fuels him because he hums against me, and the low vibration shoots straight up my spine.
My hips writhe with his motions, the sensation so overwhelming that my body is trying to get away from it, despite how much I love it.
Grant holds me by the hips into the mattress, his hands splaying so large that his fingers dig into my waist, possessive and unrelenting.
He’s skillfully kissing the spot between my legs while his eyes stay glued to mine. The sensation has my entire body locked in a breathless suspension, not knowing what to do.
