Maybe I’ll regret it in the morning, but I can’t stop myself from nodding. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than to feel his lips at this moment.
His mouth crashes down on mine. I gasp and his tongue immediately seeks entrance. I grab hold of his shoulders to stop myself from melting in a puddle of goo on the ground. He tastes like the coffee he drank for breakfast and something else. Something unique. Something all Grayson.
Grayson shoves a hand into my hair and angles my head until he can dive deep into my mouth. I moan as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth. I can feel myself growing wet and he hasn’t touched me yet.
My hands start exploring. If this is to be our only time together, I want to taste and touch every inch of skin and muscle I can. He’s wearing a skintight long-sleeve thermal allowing me to feel his muscles beneath my fingers as I run my hands over his shoulders and arms, but I want to feel his skin.
I tug on his shirt until Grayson ends our kiss and leans back. He reaches behind himself and grabs a fistful of shirt, which he whips off. My mouth drops open at the sight in front of me. His skin is brown and smooth with ripples of muscle. I flatten my hands on his chest, but he circles my wrists and removes my hands. I mewl in protest.
“I want to feel your skin, too.”
Oh, goodie! I raise my arms to allow him to remove my sweatshirt and t-shirt leaving me in my off-white utility bra. Damn. Had I known this was going to happen today, I would have worn a sexy bra.
Grayson’s eyes zero in on my chest. “Even better than I expected.”
I reach around to unhook my bra, but he stops me. “Allow me.”
My bra falls to the ground on top of my sweatshirt and Grayson’s hands immediately cup my breasts. “I need to taste.” I squeal when he picks me up and places me on the table. I forget all about the cold table and why I shouldn’t be sitting on the sanitized surface when his mouth finds my breast.
His tongue swirls around one nipple while his hand kneads my other breast. My back arches and my head falls back on a moan. I place my elbows on the table to support me before I collapse.
Grayson lifts his head and looks me in the eye. “These are fantastic and wonderfully sensitive.”
Words desert me. I couldn’t talk if I wanted to. His mouth returns to my breast while his hand sneaks down my chest past my stomach. He snaps open my jeans before shoving his hand down my pants. He doesn’t mess around and immediately zeroes in on my pulsing clit.
He moans. “You’re already wet for me.”
Of course, I am. He’s touching me in all the right places. All the places I’ve dreamed of him touching me since the first time I looked into his whiskey-colored eyes.
“I want to taste you.” I am down with this plan. “But I’m too impatient. I can’t wait to be inside you.” An even better plan.
He removes his hand from my pants, and I whimper. He smirks. “I need to get you naked before I can get inside you.”
Good idea. I use my feet to push my slippers off my feet while he yanks my jeans down my legs. The table is cold when my naked ass hits it, but I could care less about a little discomfort right now. I unsnap Grayson’s jeans and lower his zipper.
“Careful,” he cautions.
I release his cock and wrap my hand around it. I need two hands to fist him. Shit. He’s more than big. He’s huge. Lucky me.
He kisses my shoulder and trails his tongue to my ear where he bites the lobe. I shiver.
I pump his length a few times before he moans and grasps my wrist to stop me. I lean back on my elbows and watch as he lines himself up.
“Condom.” I remember right before he enters me.
“Shit. I nearly forgot.” He places his forehead against mine. “Need a second before I explode the moment I enter you.”
I do a full body shiver at his words. No one has ever said anything as sexy as his words to me. He takes a deep breath before reaching down to remove his wallet from his jeans, which are now sagging around his knees. He finds a condom and sheathes himself.
“You ready?” he asks as he lines his cock up with my opening.
I bite my lip and bob my head. I am more than ready. He enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. “You’re so tight. I’m not going to last long.”
I run my nails down his back and squeeze his ass in an effort to get him to move faster. “Me either,” I whisper.
He finally bottoms out and pauses. I grunt. “Move. I need you to move.”
“If you want this to last more than five pumps, you’ll wait.”