Page 91 of Things I Wish I Said
The world around me spins.
I’m not even sure if I’m breathing when he pulls away to lift my shirt.
His mouth trails down my neck, my breasts and stomach, like he’s tracing his own personal roadmap.
I feel the scrape of his teeth right above my waistband at the same time his fingers curl around it.
“Let me make you feel good, Ry.”
Lust pools in my gut, his words unfurling like a flower as I realize what he means.
I glance down at him and our eyes lock as he licks his lips.
Slowly, he unbuttons my jean shorts while the breath hitches in my lungs, a cocky smirk tugging the corners of his mouth.
He pushes them down my legs, revealing a pair of black lacy panties. His breath hitches as he stares.
Anticipation curls in my stomach, and then he’s lowering his head, the warmth of his mouth—his tongue—against the lace, and I gasp.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. “Ryleigh, I thought I told you to keep the door open?”
Shit.
His gaze darts to the door and back while I shake my head frantically. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He grins before dipping his head again, his hot breath cascading over my throbbing center as he lowers his mouth, tasting the skin at my inner thigh, teasing me, just beyond the edge of my panties.
More.
His tongue snakes out, dipping below the edge of the fabric and I arch my back, needing more at the same time his fingers find me, pushing the fabric aside, and I moan.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
He slides another finger inside me while his mouth soothes the pulsing ache.
“Ryleigh!”
Grayson curses and rises above me, palming me as he kisses my mouth, silencing me with his tongue while he moves his fingers, his thumb hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves while his finger curls.
My body shakes. Trembles. Erupts.
My eyes fly wide open at the same time I gasp, fireworks exploding inside my core. My breath rasps, body pulsing.
“That’s it! You have two seconds before I unlock this door, and then I’m coming in!”
I couldn’t move if I wanted to. A tornado could blow through my room, and I’d stay right here, riding this wave until I crash.
The sound of the key in the lock startles us into movement.
Grayson yanks my shorts up, quickly buttoning them since I’m seemingly incapacitated, before scrambling to his feet.
The lock slides open as reality crashes back in, and I hurry to right myself on the bed, smoothing down my T-shirt just as the door swings open.
Glancing over at Grayson with wide eyes, I see he’s grabbed my remote and is scrolling Netflix. How the hell he reacted so quickly is beyond me. Then again, he wasn’t the one with my head between his legs just now.
Mom’s gaze flicks over the room and back, her eyes narrowed. “Why was the door locked? And why did you ignore me.”
“Huh? I answered you,” I lie. “And I didn’t realize it was locked,” I say with a shrug. “Bad habit.”
