Page 33 of Scoring Zone
Grayson grabs my ass and pulls me closer.
“Okay.” I lean in to kiss him again, but he tips his head back.
“I’m serious. We can’t do this if you don’t promise to let me support you.”
It’s the easiest promise to make. “I will. I do,” I say, chuckling because I sound silly, almost like I’m making a wedding vow. “For you, I mean it. It’s so exhausting, pretending I don’t want you naked and with me every second of the day.”
“You want me every second or want me naked every second?” He deepens our kiss, and my heart stops, then gallops to catch up.
“Same difference. When Bex was teasing us, I wanted to tell her to shut her mouth because you’re notjustmy roommate,” I say in between kisses.
“Then you’ll be accused of copying Drake and Lucky’s coming out,” Gray says. Drake and Lucky did an interview at Q Solutions, and their kiss at the end was their coming out. His hand presses my back so we’re chest to chest. “Meanwhile, my depraved mind went to choking on your dick with Benz’s comment about choking on your stew.”
“My dick will not complain.” I reposition us into a reclining position so our cocks rub together.
An inhuman groan rips from my throat. Grayson reacts by flipping us so he’s on top. It’s as if he can read my mind and knows I need him in control. I wrap my legs around him and force his full weight onto me. My body sings in response.
“If we do this, you can’t run from me. You can’t act like this didn’t happen.” Gray runs his tongue along my jaw, and I tip my head back so he has better access to my throat.
“What’s going to happen?” I ask as I buck my hips into his.
“As much as you want.” He sucks my Adam’s apple and I mew.
“Everything,” I gush.
Gray chuckles and removes his shirt, so I reach behind me to tear mine off.
“Fuck, that was sexy.” Gray stares down at me. “That was a movie-worthy moment I’d love to watch in slo-mo over and over.”
“Taking my shirt off?” He’s seen me do it thousands of times.
“You severely underestimate the one-handed, behind-the-back grab to reveal these abs.” His fingertips dip into my grooves, and they dance in response for him.
Plenty of people have admired and commented on my body, but Gray’s words lift my soul so high I’m flying.
His hand moves away, but I trap it under mine. “Please keep touching me.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own.
Gray massages my pecks and crashes our mouths together. He tastes like spearmint gum and home, and I can’t get enough. I undo and drag his zipper down. To get his pants off, I’d need to stop kissing him, so instead, I shove my hands down his back to grip his bare ass.
“Tinny…” He moans my name like an ache, a forbidden promise, and a plea for more. Two syllables convey so much emotion that stars burst behind my eyelids.
“We need to get naked.” He leaps up, shedding his pants, then yanks my joggers and boxer briefs down in one motion.
Every part of my body yearns for him. I didn’t know it was possible to crave someone on a cellular level. I’m jealous of the air surrounding him because it’s not me.
“Someone’s happy to see me.” His fist closes around my cock, which points at him. It usually doesn’t lean left, but it knows where he is, and Gray is all my dick wants.
“So happy,” I murmur, and pull him back down, sighing into his mouth. Our naked skin presses together as if we can meld into one.
My dick lurches as he opens his hand to take us both.
“I won’t last. Give me more,” I plead, my orgasm building in my balls. Right before I get swept away, a dark explosion happens in my mind and threatens to take me over.
“Gray, help,” I breathe out, screwing my eyes shut and tensing all my muscles to keep the threat from spreading.
“Shhh. I’m here.” He maneuvers me into a sitting position. “Open your eyes, Tinny. Show me your baby blues.”
Fear acts like a swift poison, freezing me in place.
