Page 199 of Breaking Point
Suddenly, my lungs don’t know how to work.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groan out.
A slight pink tint crawls across her cheeks. Her fingers dance along my tight-fitted black T-shirt. “Your turn,” she whispers.
My eyes flare. Before she can move, I’m flipping her, her long dark hair fanning out across the bed. “I haven’t even begun playing with you yet, though.”
Bella Stratford is laid out on my hotel bed, her chest heaving, eyes slightly glazed, and that tantalizing lacy black bra teasing me, and I know the image is going to be seared in my memory forever.
She lifts her feet up on the bed, bending her knees and keeping them parted as I stand over her, not knowing where to start. I want to touch every inch of her. Kneeling, those big brown eyes track my movements as I reach for her jeans, unbutton them, and pull.
A matching pair of lacy black panties come into view, and I’m fucking done for.
My self-control snaps.
Throwing the jeans to the side, I hook my arms around her legs and pull. I yank the panties to the side in one swift motion, and a groan tumbles from the depths of my chest as I find her glistening.
“God, Blaze, you’re perfect. Look at you. I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping.”
At my gravelly words, her hips begin to squirm again.
I trail my hands slowly up her thighs, her breath hitching as I come to rest on her hips and brush my thumb back and forth. Moving ever so slowly to the spot between her thighs that’s swollen and wet, aching and waiting for my touch.
My cock is painfully hard.
A whimper tumbles from her lips as I move just above her clit.
“Please tell me you know what to do,” she whines.
“You’ll never have to beg or show me a thing. Ever.”
I punctuate the word by rolling my thumb over her clit. The sight of her mouth dropping open on a moan, her hips bucking upwards, will be playing on repeat tonight and keeping me awake.
“Oh god,” she pants as I keep my steady pace of circles around the sensitive nub. “Oh god.”
“God isn’t here making you squirm,” I purr, lowering my mouth an inch above her lips. “But I am. So say it.”
Her eyes flash. “Say what?”
“Say my name,” I all but beg right as I plunge a finger into her wet heat.
Bella throws her head back, her chest rising sharply. “Grayson!” Her hands reach for me, clinging to my arms as her hips rock harder, riding my hand.
“That’s it, baby, that’s the right name.” Despite biting my lip, I can’t stop groaning. “Fuck, Blaze, look at you riding my fingers.”
I add another finger, my mouth salivating as she squirms on my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how good this is making you feel.”
Her head is back, her body already tensing from just a few minutes of my touch. With a smirk I pull my fingers away, enjoying every second as Bella lifts her head glaring daggers at me.
But the venom in her gaze dissipates as I lift my fingers and suck.
“Want something?” I tease.
“I think you know damn well what I want, Grayson.”
I hum under my breath, dropping my face to her thighs and trailing small kisses down to where she truly wants me. Her pebbled flesh has my heart beating erratically.
