Page 27 of The Holiday Clause
“Grey,” she breathed his name like a plea, and his cock pulsed.
Her shirt drooped low. One little nudge and?—
“Fuck.” He paused and panted, his stare fixed on her breasts. The cotton sports bra was the only thing stopping him.
“Greyson?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry. I… I need a second to think.”
What were they doing? He was kissing Wren. They didn’t do this. This was dangerous. Too far, and there would be no undoing it. But she felt perfect in his arms, and he had a slab of granite in his pants. He could take her right here, and no one would ever need to know.
No.
He couldn’t.
Not with her.
Panicked, he tried to step back, but she caught him by the shirt.
“Greyson, you can’t leave me like this.”
His gaze snapped from her bra to her face, and his heart jolted. She appeared on the verge of an orgasm, but from what? They’d only kissed.
“Please. Don’t stop. Not yet.”
His cock twitched. He was so screwed. “Wren?—”
“Just…pretend it’s not me.”
He frowned. As if that could ever be possible.
Slowly, she reached behind her neck and loosened the clasp of her bra. “Oops.”
What was she doing to him? This was insane.
Her hand dragged slowly between her breasts, pulling the loose cotton lower until the pink crescent of her areola showed. “I want you to do it...”
“Fuck me.” Yanking down the front of her cotton bra, her breasts popped free—nipples tight and stiff. He closed his mouth over one tip and sucked hard.
She arched into him and gasped, scraping her nails over his shoulders. He ground his hips against her, pushing her into the wall.
“Take this off.” One quick move and her arms were free, breasts fully exposed.
Her breathing turned erratic when he cupped her possessively. “Is this what you wanted? To see me lose control?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know.”
“Yes. Maybe.” She gasped when his teeth scraped over the sensitive tip.
“I’m not someone you should taunt.” He sucked her nipples harder, darkening the tips. Part of him wanted to punish her for making him lose control.
His hand shoved into those ridiculous harem pants she wore to teach her yoga classes. Wet heat met his fingers as he parted her folds, sliding into her slit until she made a sound of distress, and he stilled.
