Page 53 of Fury
He shifts, hooking my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle until he's hitting a spot inside me that makes coherent thought impossible. The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, the sound mixing with our harsh breathing and desperate moans.
"Look at me," he commands, his hand gripping my chin. "I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me."
I force my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze as pressure builds impossibly inside me. The connection between us in that moment transcends the physical, and his soul seems to reach for mine through the windows of our eyes, claiming, promising, demanding.
When my second orgasm hits, it's so intense my vision blurs at the edges. My body clamps down around him, pulling him deeper, and with a guttural groan, he follows me over the edge, his release hot inside me.
He collapses beside me, pulling me against his sweat-slicked chest as we both struggle to catch our breaths. For several minutes, neither of us speaks, the only sound our gradually slowing heartbeats.
"Well," I finally manage, my voice hoarse from crying out, "that's certainly one way to start the day off."
His laugh rumbles through his chest. "Happy day off," he adds, pressing a kiss to my temple. "I've been thinking about doing that since I felt you stir this morning."
"Remind me to take more days off," I murmur, snuggling closer despite the heat between us. Every muscle in my body feels pleasantly loose, a delicious ache settling between my thighs.
Greyson's hand traces lazy patterns on my back. "How do you feel about spending the day in bed? I could make us breakfast… eventually."
The suggestive tone in his voice makes me smile against his skin. "I think that sounds perfect. Though I should probably text Meadow to confirm tonight's plans."
At the mention of the girls' night we've been planning, his body tenses slightly against mine. Though he agreed to it earlier in the week, I know he's still not entirely comfortable with the idea of me being anywhere without him, especially with the lingering threat from Diane's mob connections.
"You'll have your phone the whole time?" he asks, trying to keep his tone casual.
I prop myself up on one elbow to look at him. "Yes. And I'll be at one of the club bars, surrounded by security cameras, and we have a party bus driving us there and back home,” I point out, knowing how he worries about me.
His jaw works as he processes this. "I know. I trust you, I just…"
"Worry," I finish for him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know you do. But this is important to me, having friends, building relationships with the women in this life. If I'm going to be part of this world, I need my own place in it, not just as your woman."
Something flashes in his eyes at that phrase—'your woman'—a possessive satisfaction that sends a shiver down my spine.
"You're right," he concedes finally. "And I'm trying. I promise I won't crash your party or station prospects outside the door of the bar."
I laugh, relieved. "Thank you. That's all I ask."
His hands slide down to cup my backside, pulling me more firmly against him. I can feel him hardening again between us, his recovery time impressive.
"But until then," his voice drops to that low tone that never fails to make my stomach flip, "I intend to make the most of having you all to myself."
"Is that so?" I tease, rolling my hips against his growing erection.
In one swift move, he flips us so I'm beneath him again, his weight a delicious pressure pinning me to the mattress. "That's so," he confirms, his mouth descending to capture mine in a kiss that promises the day is just beginning.
Hours later, after we've finally managed to leave the bed long enough for a shared shower, which led to activities that had nothing to do with getting clean, and a late breakfast, I curl up on the couch with my phone to finalize tonight's plans with Meadow.
"Everything set for tonight?" Greyson asks, bringing me a mug of coffee before settling beside me.
I glance up at him. "What are you guys planning while we're having our fun?"
He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "Probably just hang out.”
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "You're not planning some kind of surveillance operation, are you?"
The flicker of guilt that crosses his face tells me I've hit close to the mark. "Livie," he begins, but I cut him off with a raised hand.
"Greyson Reed, if I find out you or any of your prospects are spying on our girls' night, there will be consequences."
His eyebrows shoot up, amusement replacing the guilt. "Consequences? What kind of consequences are we talking about here?"
