Page 56 of Gravity

I kiss her once, twice, before I tease the tip of her tongue with mine.

When a moan escapes her, I pull back, lifting her onto the kitchen island before I’m right back, kissing her with deep, slow passion, savoring every moment as her legs wrap around me and her fingers entwine in my hair, my own dancing over her skin. She tastes like whiskey and freshwater, she smells of strawberries and vanilla, and she feels so fucking good against me. I’m yet to be inside her and I can already tell she is going to ruin me when I am. This is better than my dreams.

Her taste.

Her touch.

Her.

How she has the ability to make me come alive with just a kiss.

“You kiss like a goddess,” I breathe, dragging my lips along her jaw before moving to her neck.

“And you kiss like a king.”

I smile against her skin, covering every inch of her neck in wet kisses as her back arches under my hold. I continue my way down the center of her throat and the whimpers that leave her are fucking divine. The pleas, the desire, my name on her lips. Each one turns me on more and more.

“Oh, God, Gray…”

“Talk to me.”

“I’ve never felt so high,” she breathes, trailing her fingers down my back.

This woman could quite possibly tip me over the edge, and the fact I’m making her this way is everything and more.

“Never?” I trail my tongue along her collarbone and cup her breast, causing her body to shudder the second I rotate my thumb over her nipple.

“Never,” she pants.

“Then you haven’t been touched by a man correctly.”

“Because I haven’t been touched at all.”

I halt, as does she, and I instantly feel the change in her breathing that’s now beating against my skin.

Because I haven’t been touched at all.

Shit.

When I pull back, she grabs my face in her hands, keeping me close. Her eyes are closed and the whisper that leaves her sounds as if she’s ashamed.

“Please don’t pull away.”

“Shortcake, open your eyes.” When she does, I study her for a second, wondering why and how this woman has never been caressed. “There’s been no one?”

“No one wants to stay when you have an overprotective brother around.”

I pull back slightly and look over her shoulder, frustration building slowly at the thought of her not being able to live this part of her life the way she wants.

“Grayson, this doesn’t have to change anything.”

She has no fucking idea, of course, this changes things.

“Nora, I could have easily fucked you in your kitchen. It changes everything.”

“You still can.”

I shake my head, trying to ignore the ache from my erection. “I cannot. I will not.”