He leaned close, whispering into my face, “Ha, you’re all talk, princess.”
“Screw. You.”
He inched away from my face, studying it closely, like he was memorizing everything about it. “Oh, I’ve wanted to.” His eyes dropped to the edge of the towel where my breasts sat confined. “For a long time,” he finished in a raspy tone before meeting my gaze, heating my body in flames. “Say it—and I’ll have you screaming my name in less than a minute.”
Say something, I quietly urged my will, but I was left without any smart comeback. Grey’s spell had been cast. The powerful pull of his lava-like gaze melted me inside out. This curling need that had been simmering in my core could only be unleashed by him—his touch.
“You know it’ll be good…” The back of his fingers grazed my cheeks, sliding down to my neck. “Let’s get it out of our system… Just this once…”
Once. Could we keep this to ourselves? Was he right? Would this deep pang of yearning ebb away?Once…Maybe I could go through this. For one night, I could actually have him.
“You hate me.”
He softly grabbed my hand and guided it towards his hardened state. “Does it feel like I hate you?” He pressed harder against my shaky hand. “Does it?”
I shook my head, speechless; I had been mesmerized by his impressive size. Although normally, I would be appalled by his more than blatant intentions, right now, my hand was glued against him. There wasn’t one piece of me that was protesting his manhandling.
Standing in the middle of the room with only the fireplace to light the area, Grey kissed me, and this time it was different.
It wasn’t his usual, hungered, slow torture kisses, no. This time, his kiss felt like finality; a welcome and a goodbye. It was fire and ice. I could feel his hate and his passion.
I felt him…I felt it all.
It barely registered that my towel had already been peeled off my body. He had moved in a rapid, energetic pace. All the while he was gently grinding against my hand at the same time that his hands were busy touching, squeezing as he expertly took off my bikini top.
He was kissing me thoroughly, not giving me time to process anything at all.
“I need you so bad,” he murmured against my lips, one hand cupping behind my head, unwilling to let my lips go anytime soon.
I responded in the same feverish manner. I had become desperate. Intense. Ravenous.
A sharp yelp crossed my lips when I felt him playfully tug at my nipple. “Fuck, Grey…”
He groaned while both hands were now playing with my breasts. “Very soon… you’ll know how I fuck—and I fuck really well.”
Gently, he lowered me onto the dark, sheepskin rug. His eyes connected with mine, making sure I was with him all the way, and I was.
The cool softness of the rug cushioned my back as my half-lidded gaze watched the man before me, eyes glued to me, looking at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. His fiery gaze made me feel everything.
Reaching out to touch his face, our eyes spoke silently, basking in each other’s faces, consuming every detail as we exposed our bodies.
When he lowered his head and his lips captured a nipple, I lifted my chest towards him, seeking more of his touch. One by one, he pulled at the strings of my bikini bottoms.
The moment I realized what he was aiming to do, my hands reached out to his face, pulling it towards me, pleading.
“Kiss me,” I begged. “Please.”
“Olivia,” he moaned my name as he situated himself in-between my heated thighs, feeling my passion as our kiss deepened once more.
Pressing forward, he let the tip of his shaft graze the lower lips, teasing it slowly as he made love to my lips. My body felt like it was going through wave after wave of sensory quakes. Each touch rippled through me.
I knew what was coming soon, but I had to ask him anyway. “Condom?”
He broke our kiss, though he kept his face so close to mine. “Upstairs,” he breathed out, panting. “Give me a minute.”
Shit. I didn’t have a minute to spare. “Are you safe?” I knew how his lifestyle went and I needed to make sure he was being responsible when it came to his body.
He nodded. “Positive. I get myself checked every six months. Everything’s good.”