Page 59 of Gravity

I smile, knowing full well what he’s found.

He comes back out, pushing my tank top up over my breasts and running his finger over my skin. “You got a tattoo?”

“I did.” The very first one I got. A simple, single line in the shape of a wave is inked along the top of my ribs at the side of my breast. It’s not the only one I have, but I’ll let him discover the other. “I got it not long after starting college. It’s to represent my love for the ocean.”

"I like it. I take it your brother doesn't know?"

"Why do you think it's in a place where he can't see it," I grin.

"It suits you. And it's sexy."

“Thank you. Now, please continue.”

He resumes his position on my breasts, this time holding up the fabric of my tank with his hand as his tongue trails and tastes my skin. My fingers lace in his hair and I tug, eliciting a groan from him.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Nora. But Jesus, I need to touch you,” he breathes.

“Then do it.”

“What shall I do with you?”

“Anything. Just do something because this is fucking torture.” I feel him laugh against my stomach. But the lower he goes, the harder my pulse beats and my breathing becomes scattered when his fingers brush over my shorts and introducing themselves to the place I need his touch the most.

With his eyes on mine, he teases me slowly, pressing his fingers against the damp fabric and circling my sensitive bud, causing me to whimper as heat races to every nerve ending in my body. I crave his touch more because the thin line of material between us is tortuous, yet the sensation has my body withering with each second he rotates.

“Grayson…”

“I want to make you feel like never before, Nora.”

“Then don’t stop,” I pant, now on the brink of desperation. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“I want to taste you, but I only want that if you’re ready. I don’t want to push you.”

A surge of electricity hits my stomach and the need for him heightens even greater. I want this. I need this.

“Please. I want this.”

He holds my heated gaze and slowly, yet tortuously, removes my bed shorts. Nervousness covers my body the moment I’m exposed to him, but the need for him takes over, outweighing everything else.

The muscles in his jaw flex and a low growl rumbles from the back of his throat indicating he’s finding it hard to remain in control. But when his eyes lower a little more, a grin slowly forms on his lips when he spots my other tattoo.

“Oh, my Shortcake is naughty.”

I laugh as he trails his fingers along the small rose that sits on my hip, just below my bikini line. “Secret tattoo number two.”

“Now, this is sexy,” he exhales. “Fuck you’re killing me already. You’re goddamn beautiful.”

“And he definitely doesn’t know about this one. I don’t think somehow he’ll—Oh, God.” My back arches as his mouth presses against my hip. He drags his lips across my lower stomach to the other before nudging my legs further apart. I’m wet, high, and so fucking hot for him right now.

“Grayson, please.”

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Nora. I’m going to rock your fucking world.”

When he sweeps his tongue over the bundle of nerves, my hips buck and hot tingles race up my spine. But he doesn’t stop. His magical tongue continues again and again in a figure eight, making me beg him for more with every breath.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans. Looking up at me, he holds my hooded gaze and slowly pushes a finger inside me to work the sensitive spot that has my toes curling.

“Oh, God...”