Page 198 of Built to Fall
“Grant,” I moan, my hands flying from my sides to his hair when his tongue touches a sensitive spot.
My brain is melting away by the minute. At first, all I could think about was something I read once about arousal: the brain is the biggest sex organ. Arousal starts there before it hits your body. Now, though, all I can do is question how accurate that is.
With each of Grant’s touches, every movement of his mouth against my clit, I’ve lost the ability to question the logistics of science—like he’s bypassed every inch of my brain and gone straight to the pleasure center of my body.
“Oh,” I moan, my head tilting back further onto the pillow when Grant pulls me closer to his mouth. “Grant.” My fingers lace deeper in his hair, trying to pull him away.
He glances up at me, knowing what I want. It’s exactly why he says, “I’m not fucking you until you come on my tongue.”
“God,” I choke, my voice breaking when he continues licking me. “Grant.Fuck.”
My moans turn into cries when he moves his fingers deeper inside me, simultaneously flicking my clit with his tongue.
“You’re almost there, pretty girl. Don’t fight it.”
And I don’t. I can’t. Pure ecstasy rushes through me, and my hips rock helplessly against his lips, chasing a high I have no control over.
It hits hard. Like an ambush from inside my own body, hitting me from every side. I moan, head thrown back, legs locking around Grant’s shoulders as my orgasm rips through me in such intense waves, I swear the room tilts.
Grant doesn’t stop until he’s groaning against me, driving me into a world of sensitivity, one I can’t claw myself out of fast enough.
“Too much,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his hair.
He finally relents, pulling back slowly with a smug swipe of his mouth across the back of his hand. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you come that hard.”
I’m still catching my breath, dazed and flushed and vibrating from the aftershocks. “Quite the birthday present,” I eventually quip.
“Damn right.” His thumb brushes along my bottom lip, coaxing it open before kissing me again, slower this time. I taste myself on his tongue.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine while his hand trails up my neck and around my jaw, almost like he can’t stop touching me.
“You good?” he murmurs, the cocky edge of his voice dulling to something softer.
“More than.” I let out a content sigh right as Grant falls onto the mattress next to me, pulling me in closer to his chest. “But,” I lay a hand on his chest, pushing slightly away from him. “If you don’t take your clothes off right now, we’re going to have problems.”
He laughs lightly but sits up without protest. “You’re bossy,” he says, but it sounds more like a compliment considering the way his abs flex and his eyes narrow in on me.
“You’ve known from the beginning that I’m a bitch.” I smirk, pushing up on my elbows while he pulls his pants off. “And we both know it turns you on.”
“It is what I signed up for, I suppose.” My entire body heats when he grabs the underside of my jaw, pulling my lips to his.
Grant has never once tried to make me dim the parts of myself that take up space. I’d even go so far as to say he’s only ever wanted me to take up more.
The kiss deepens, all hot and with intent, until my head’s spinning and I’m gripping his arms like a vice.
He groans low in his throat, pressing me back into the pillows with the weight of his body bearing down on me.
“I mean it,” I manage between kisses, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. “Clothes. Off.”
Grant chuckles, but there’s no fight in him. Just him, unbothered and so turned on, all while being in control—despite me giving him the orders.
His hands travel the length of me before covering mine, encouraging me to pull his boxers completely off. “You know I’d give you anything.”
And as the last barrier slips to the floor, and he settles over me with that look in his eyes—that promise of what’s coming next—I believe him.
I believe every damn word.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
