Page 56 of Fake It Till We Fall
The rest of our clothes fell away, careless and fast, until there was nothing left between us but need.
“I should take you to bed,” he murmured as he lay me down on the rug in front of the fire, making no attempt to move to the other room. “But the way you look in the firelight…” He groaned and kissed a path down my neck to my chest. “Delicious,” he whispered against my skin before pulling one aching peak between his lips.
His tongue swirled and teased until I cried out, my back arching up off the floor.
He moved to the other nipple while his hand slid lower, over the curve of my stomach, between my thighs.
“Grayson,” I whispered, already trembling.
“Let me,” he murmured, and then his fingers were on me, stroking and circling my hard bud until I came apart under his touch.
“So, fucking, beautiful.”
His lips were on mine again, kissing me through the climax, his fingers unrelenting.
I barely had a moment to recover before he shifted, his mouth replacing his fingers on my clit. I gasped, oversensitive, but Grayson’s hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me firmly in place as the flat of his tongue lapped against my core.
My head tipped back, a moan of pleasure slipping from my throat as I arched up into his mouth.
He was relentless. Licking and tasting every inch of me until, once more, I began to unravel under his touch.
I cried out, my hands clutching at his shoulders while the sensation crashed over me. The fire roared, but it was nothing compared to the heat flooding my body. My release hit hard and fast, my body arching as the pleasure rushed through me. I called out his name, clinging to him as the waves took me under.
By the time I came back to myself, Grayson was watching me, his face raw with hunger and something deeper.
“Harper, you?—”
I pulled him to me, desperate for more and unwilling to wait long enough for him to say whatever he needed to say.
I kissed him slow and deep, traces of wine and myself on his tongue. His hands gripped my hips, rolling me over until I was astride him, his thick, hard cock throbbing against me.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me down against the thick length of him, gasping at the fullness, the rightness of the moment.
I rocked against him, bracing myself against his chest as the pressure built, delicious and unbearable at the same time.
My head fell back, a moan tearing from my throat. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “I forgot how?—”
“Don’t say that.” He cupped my face, pulling me down for a kiss that silenced me. “I never forgot.”
We moved together, slowly at first, learning each other again, learning each other for the first time as adults. His hands steadied me, worshipping me and coaxing me higher.
I clung to him, chasing the rhythm until the ache built inside me. I pressed back, my hands flat on Grayson’s chest as yet another orgasm flooded me.
There was no holding back my release. I cried out his name as I shattered. Beneath me, Grayson gripped me tight and pulled me down to him, kissing me through it, his body shaking as he followed me over the edge, burying his face in my neck as he came undone, his own climax consuming him.
Completely wrung out, I collapsed into his arms. Skin damp, pulse racing, Grayson wrapped his arms around me, our breathing ragged as we lay on the rug, firelight dancing over us.
Grayson
Harper lay curled against me,her cheek resting on my chest, her body a perfect fit in my arms. Her breath was still uneven as the firelight flickered over her skin. I tightened my arms around her, not ready to let her go.
I was in trouble.
It didn’t take a genius to see that.
All of this was supposed to be for show. For Willa. A Christmas gift of sorts, seeing her granddaughter happy and in love.
But there was nothing pretend about this.
