“I’m not asking for anything.” I tap my chin playfully. “Well, except the obvious.”

The lopsided smile returns. “What would that be exactly?”

“You want me to say it?”

My face warms under his scrutiny. He’s toying with me, and it sparks heat through my body.

“I want you to tell me what you want. Spare no details.”

My pussy weeps at his demand.

“I want you to touch me. Everywhere. I want your mouth everywhere your fingers touch. I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

He shifts me beneath him onto the sofa and removes my shorts, tossing the garment away. He leans over me and spreads my thighs, hooking one knee over the back of the sofa.

His gaze skims my exposed pussy. “Beautiful.”

My fingers glide over my sex, parting the folds for his perusal. I’m wet, embarrassingly so, and Grant slides down and tastes me. His tongue drags over my swollen clit, and I thread my fingers in his hair.

No man has ever touched me like this. What little sex I’ve indulged in has never included foreplay. It’s always beenwham,bam, and I’m done.

But this...this is what I’ve been missing. This raw connection. This uninhibited need. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Grant. The thought terrifies me.

I want this.

A moan rips from my throat when he slides two fingers inside me. His mouth and tongue tease me as he slowly fucks me with his fingers. My grip in his hair tightens as unrelenting sounds pour from my throat.

He devours me like a man starved. I offer him everything, even though I know I could very well lose my heart in the process.

Grant quickens his pace, and I’m caught in the pleasure. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and curls his fingers, I’m catapulted to another plane of existence.

The orgasm hits with the force of a hurricane. I’m pulled out to sea, blissfully dissolving into nothingness. My eyes close, heavy and sated like my body.

Even through the pleasure, I choke back a sob when the reality of our situation creeps back into my mind.

This can’t last. Nothing this good ever does.