Page 50 of Losing Forever
“How about I turn on the shower and get the bathroom all steamy and warm. Then you can show me your body again, and I'll show you how much of a turn-on it is to me?”
“Steamy and warm sounds amazing, but—”
Before she can finish that sentence, I haul her into the bathroom, close the door, and press her against the wall. With her body flush with mine, I devour her lips, showing her just how much I want her before any more doubt creeps into that insecure mind of hers.
If I’m right, which I think I am, Braylee gets confident when she knows—feels—how much I want her. She reacted this way on the island, coming on to me and flirting openly. It was hot as fuck, too.
I roll my tongue with hers—long, sensual strokes that have her moaning into my mouth. Her body softens, and I can’t resist rubbing my cock against her belly.
In her ear, I whisper, “This is what you do to me.”
She moans again and wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me with vigor.
I lower my stance so she can feel me between her legs and rub against her a second time.
She gasps and her head falls back, bumping the wall. “Yes. Grayson, do it again.”
“With pleasure.” I cup the back of her knee and lift it, holding it to my hip to open her more and give her what she wants.
She moans, clasps her arms tighter around my neck, and hoists herself up, clinging to my body.
“You're so fucking sexy. And hot.” Her skin is like fire. We're steaming up the bathroom on our own. I roll my hips, rocking into her again and again. With each pump, she lets go of her inhibitions.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her cleavage, licking and tasting her delectable skin. She tastes like salt and strawberries. It's an intoxicating mix.
“Grayson,” she pants, her hands in my hair, tugging it the way I like. “I need more. Give me more, please. I want an orgasm. I've never…”
My head pops up. I gaze into her desirous eyes. “You've never had an orgasm?” What the fuck?
She stiffens a small amount. “No one's ever—I don't know—been good enough.”
“Have you had sex?” If she's a virgin, I’m backing off. I wouldn't have jumped her like this had I known.
“Yes,” she says with a soft laugh. “I've had sex. It was before the accident and I was young.” She shrugs a delicate shoulder. “The guys I was with were more about themselves. Either that or they didn't know how to get a girl off.”
“Guys?” I shake the thought of her with other pansy boys from my head.
“Two. Each had the title boyfriend. One was from high school, and the other my freshman year in college, so it's not like we had the opportunity to do it a lot.”
I straighten and lower her leg from my hip. “Okay, okay. I don't want to think about you with other guys. I already want to kill them for touching you. The fact that they couldn't give you an orgasm is the only thing that's keeping their weenie-asses alive because I get to give you your first.”
Her eyes light up with a smile.
Note to self: she likes when I get jealous over her.Orshe likes that I'm going to give her an orgasm. Both are fine, but my ego prefers the first. Time to deliver. “Can I see you again? All of you?”
She stands taller and draws in a deep breath. “No bathing suit?”
“I meant no towel, but I like your idea better.”
She giggles, and I feel it in my chest and my dick.
Wanting to keep her nerves at bay, I cup her cheeks and pull her to me for a hot kiss. When she's breathless, I release her. “If it will make you feel more comfortable, you can strip me first.” I glance at my towel, shocked that it hasn't come undone yet from all my grinding.
Her gaze trails up and down my body. My dick pulses like a heat-seeking missile in search of its target. She stops on it and stares. One corner of her mouth tilts up, and she nods. “Yes.”
“Yes, to both?” I'm the one panting now—like a dog.
She places her soft hand on my chest and glides it to my right pec. With a scheming glint in her eyes, she leans forward and licks my nipple.
