Page 54 of Losing Forever
Grayson raises his brows. “Really? You just rode my face, buck-naked. And you loved it.”
A wide grin pulls the corners of my mouth. I smack his arm. “You liked it, too.” I round the glass wall blocking half of the shower stall.
Grayson follows close behind me. “Correction. I loved it.”
Warm water cascades over my skin. I don't remember a shower ever feeling this good. After a day in the sun, overcast or not, then on the ocean, and then a sexual tryst, the shower is the perfect ending to a perfect day.
“If you keep moaning like that, I'm going to throw you against the wall and let you ride my dick the way you rode my face.”
Another orgasm? If it's as good as the last one, how could I object? I never knew they could feel like a rocket trip to heaven and back. If I had, I would have been collecting them like a pirate collects treasure.
“What are you thinking about?” Grayson asks, his tone playful.
I open my eyes. “Orgasms and how much I like them.”
“You mean orgasms with me.” He puts his arms around me and clasps his hands near my lower back. “Not all guys can deliver like that.”
“Or deliver at all.” I rest my hands on his shoulders and feel him growing hard between our bodies.
He flashes a sexy grin. “You’re under my spell now. Only I can please you. No one else can give you what I can.”
“You sound certain of this.”
“I am.” He bends and kisses my neck.
I sigh and relax in his arms. “What if I try giving one to myself?”
He snaps upright, his eyes wild with excitement. “I will be happy to assist in any way I can.”
I giggle. “Because you're my man-slave?”
“For as long as you'll have me.” He kisses one corner of my mouth and then the other. “And as long as you have me, you can’t have anyone else.”
“Neither can you.” I hold his gaze, searching for the truth. Is he serious?
“Why would I want to be with anyone else when I have you?” He touches my chin, tilts my face, and kisses my lips. “You are mine.”
“For now.” Is it a question? And who am I asking, him or me? If I agree, I could get some more orgasms from him. I just couldn't fall for him. We could have fun. We do have fun. No one makes me laugh like Grayson. But as soon as I feel myself slipping past the friends-with-benefits zone, I'll need to pull back and distance myself before getting too close. I can't risk the hurt.
“For a while.” He claims my lips with a possessive kiss. He releases me and grabs the shampoo. “Now turn around so I can wash your hair. I've never done it before, but I have a feeling I'll be awesome at it.”
“Like you are at everything?” I tease and give him my back.
“Not everything,” he says. “I wasn't good at resisting you.”
He resisted me? For how long?
His fingers lather shampoo onto my head, massaging my scalp. My muscles soften, and I moan.
He taps my shoulder. “What did I say about moaning? Unless you're ready to have sex right now, you can't make noises like we are. If you do, I'm going to have to make you come. You didn't say my name yet, so you still owe me.”
“Owe you?” I glance at him, confused and tingly all over.
“I promised you'd come, screaming my name. You screamed, but my name wasn't in it. I'm going to need a do-over.”
“I'm okay with a do-over.” I face him, desire blooming inside me like before. “Talking about sex is a turn-on.”
His mouth drops open. “Everything about you is a turn-on.”
