My legs twisted restlessly. When he blew across my needy flesh, causing my breath to catch in my chest as I shuddered, I watched as his own back trembled with barely restrainedneed.
“Grayson!” I snapped, unable to wait anylonger.
His mouth descended, and I cried out as my mind flew into a million different directions. His lips. His tongue. His breath. All of it against me was a weapon of mass destruction. It was hot—more than hot, it was explosive. He was the fuel to light my fire as he burned through me. I gasped and panted and moaned as my senses dulled, but my pleasureskyrocketed.
Grayson wreaked havoc on my senses, turning my legs to jelly and finally, I crested the edge. He shoved me up and over that cliff and then I was free falling, letting the sensations wash over me not even concerned about where I would land or even if I ever would. When I finally floated down from the mountain of bliss he had sent me hurtling over, Grayson got to his feet quickly lifting me up into his arms. My legs twined around his hips, and he carried me across the unfinished living room area of the pool house, down the hallway and to hisbedroom.
I trembled in his arms as he slowly lowered me to his bed and then reached up to help me remove my dress completely. He let the fabric drop to the side as my hands attacked his shirt. I wanted to feel him over me, in me. I closed my eyes, just imagining how beautiful it would be. When I reopened them, I attacked Grayson’s clothes with more fervor. Divesting him of his shirt and pants and tossing them to places unknown, I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra. I held the cups to my chest as the strands on either of my arms slowly sliddown.
Grayson’s eyes widened and fixated on them as he reached forward. His fingers gently found them and drew them down and away as he finally got me completely naked. Uncomfortable, but not willing to stop at this point, I crossed my arms across my breasts. But Grayson was having none of it. His fingers clasped around one wrist, pulling my arm away as he gazed down atme.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Harlow,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he came down over me, moving up the bed. "Don't coveryourself."
My eyes clashed with his as his head dipped and he captured my lips once more. Fire raced through my body and I rose up to meet him. Grayson's mouth devoured mine as his hands skimmed down my sides. He lifted me so that my breasts brushed against his chest, eliciting a moan from mythroat.
I gasped, my head jerking back as his lips descended on my neck once more. Masculine fingers moved over the skin of my stomach, down further until I blinked against the sharp rise of need. Want. Desire. It consumed me, took me over until I was nothing withoutit.
I whispered his name into the darkened room and Grayson responded by spreading my legs and settling between them. My back arched even as he leaned over me to the nightstand, ruffling around in the top drawer. He didn't even bother to shut it when he came back, holding a condom in his hand. I stared at it, my heartbeat slowing to realize what we weredoing.
Panting, flushed, I watched as Grayson slowly moved back and tore open the package with his teeth, sliding it down and then pushing me back against the bed. "Are you okay with this?" he asked, his whole body tense. He held himself above me, waiting for my response. I knew if I decided against this, he would respect my wishes. He'd move back and give me space. He might not like doing it, but Grayson had changed since I first met him. He was no longer the overconfident cocky asshole. Though he still could be an asshole on occasion, he had opened himself up to not only me but to the guys as well. He was more vulnerable than he had oncebeen.
I nodded, answering his question and he released a breath of relief before pushing forward. I shifted my hips and gasped when he slid all the way to the hilt without much resistance. Grayson's head dropped against my chest and he turned his face, nuzzling against my flesh until his mouth closed over the tip of my breast. My arms wrapped around his head as I held him close. His hips pulled back and pushed in again, making my whole body jerk. Goosebumps rose along the skin of my arm as pleasure arched inside my chest. I gasped and panted as Grayson moved up, releasing my breast. His dark gaze met mine and held as he thrust into me. My eyes slid closed as I sank under the weight of so much pleasure dancing across my skin, under it, digging deep—further—until it made its way to myheart.
"No." Grayson's fingers brushed across my jaw, startling me. My eyes shot open. He stared down at me. "Don't close youreyes."
I didn't know why he wanted me to keep my eyes open, but I nodded my assent, letting him fill me as much as he wanted, clutching onto him when it became too much. My nails sank into him, but he held my gaze the entire time. I shuddered and gasped underneath him, twisting and turning as the pressure inside me crested. I struggled to keep my eyes open because he’d asked. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze and letting him see me, fill me, loveme.
"Harlow," Grayson said my name just before he dove down and attacked my mouth. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. My nails sank into his shoulders as I kissed him back with everything I had. His hands held my hips as he moved back and forth, the friction between us rising higher andhigher.
All too soon—though, I didn’t know how it was possible—the friction became too much. My muscles tensed and so did his. Grayson held himself over me, thrusting in and out, shaking my world as the bed rocked back and forth. My heart thudded against my ribcage and for a split moment, I was worried the thing might burst out of my chest. Several months ago if anyone had asked me if I would be doing this, I would have laughed in their face and walked away. But now...as I felt myself reaching for that sparkling peak once more and Grayson lifted up, his eyes meeting my gaze as he did the same and his mouth came down on mine—now I knew I wouldn’t want to be anywhereelse.
A blinding sensation took over and I gasped, my mouth opening wide as I pulled away from the destructive kiss, crying out as Grayson groaned low. He collapsed down on top of me, our chests mashed together, both of us breathing heavily. My throat worked as I tried to draw in a breath andswallow.
"That was..." I trailed off, unsure what tosay.
Grayson sat up and grinned down at me. "Amazing, yeah, I know." He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine once, twice, a third time before he rolled away and off the side of the bed. I watched him as he ambled into the bathroom across from the bed and then came back a moment later, cleaned, and holding a slightly damp washcloth. I moved up, reaching out to take it from him, but he shook his head and bentdown.
Heat rose to my cheeks as Grayson moved the cloth between my legs before tossing it away and then falling into bed next to me. He pulled me close, tucking his arms around my naked abdomen, an animalistic rumble of satisfaction in his chest. I chuckled and turned over so that I could watch him. His face was relaxed, cleared of the stress that had come to be his normalexpression.
Moving a fingertip over the top of one of his eyebrows, I spoke in a low, quiet whisper. "So this is what a normal relationship islike."
He snorted without opening his eyes. "I think our relationship can be defined as anythingbutnormal," hesaid.
"What do you mean?" Iasked.
His eyelids cracked open. "You're dating multiple men," he repliedplainly.
"Yeah?" I said. "And?"
His eyes opened all the way. "That's not exactlytraditional."
I shook my head, tracing my finger down the side of his face before I moved it over to his nose, cresting the top of the feature and slowly trailing down to the tip and over. I finally spoke quietly when I came to his lips. "My mom knows and she doesn't seem put off byit.”
"Your mom knows that you're dating more than one man? She knows you're sleeping with more than one man?" He sounded shocked. I wasn’tsurprised.
I shrugged. "Technically we're not sleeping," Isaid.
He rolled his eyes, squeezing me closer. "Whatever we have, Harlow," he said, "I'm glad I have it withyou."