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My head tilts back and my hand slams down on his truck as I come undone, my orgasm crashing so hard I have to cover my mouth to hide my cry.

Jesus, this man.

This. Man.

“Fuck, Nora. You are so fucking sexy like this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

I crash my mouth to his and lose myself in him. Only it’s not enough. I’m overwhelmed by the deep desire and pure pleasure, and I’m yearning for more.

“Take me to bed, Grayson. I want you to fuck me.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Grayson

“I want you to fuck me.”

Never have those words sounded so fucking sexy on a woman’s lips. Her lips. I hadn’t been wrong when I’d said I’d been thinking about her all day and having to work late had been even harder because the only place I’d wanted to be was with her.

But Jesus.

Seeing her on the verge of desperation, her lips part as she pants my name into the cool night air, is something else. Those sweet words leave her tiny frame and hit me right in the chest.

I’ve wanted her. I’ve taken her, but the hardest part of all has been not being able to make her mine—not in the way I’ve been imagining.

Placing her feet on the floor of my bedroom, I waste no time to remove her dress, lifting it up over her body before dropping it to the floor. My breath gets caught in the back of my throat at the sight of her.

I’ve seen Nora naked many times over the past few weeks.

I’ve seen her parading around in her underwear right before I’ve torn it from her body and buried my head between her thighs, but I’ve never seen her look so sexy as she does right now.

She stands in only her black lace bra, post orgasm, looking up at me with rose-colored cheeks and eyes so crystal. She’s fucking mesmerizing. She’s the flame to light up the bleak world I’ve been so lost in.

“So beautiful.” I caress my thumb over her cheekbone and just stare into her eyes as her fingers dance over my bare chest. “You drive me crazy, Nora Nelson. Do you realize that?”

She nods, and the fire behind her eyes indicates I’m not the only one who feels this way.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, needing to be sure. I may take the lead in what happens next, but I need her to give me the directions.

“Kiss me, please,” she whispers.

I obey, pressing my lips into her hair and inhaling her strawberry shampoo before I trail my nose down her temple. As she lifts up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth to mine, I slip my tongue between her lips. I kiss her with passion, I kiss her with a promise I’ll never break, and I kiss her with a silent thank you because she has no idea what she is doing to my heart and soul. Every new day with her is like living in paradise, and I’ll happily walk this road with her for as long as she’ll let me.

When her fingers begin to unbutton my jeans, I’m in two minds to stop her. This is not about me tonight—not anymore—but also, the ache I have to be inside her is excruciating. But when my jeans drop and her hand wraps around my cock, the deep yearning that leaves the pit of my stomach comes out in a low, husky growl against her mouth, and any thoughts I may have just had are suddenly lost.

“Fuck.”

“You like this?”

My eyes slam shut, and I thrust my hips when her nails graze up my shaft, the pad of her thumb slicking over the pre-cum.

“You want me to take you in my mouth and swallow every last drop of you?”

Each dirty word she speaks has my blood racing through my body and my hips responding. Wet kisses make pattens over me as she drops to her knees. My hands are in her hair and I look down at her, trying like fuck not to cave as electricity ripples through my body from her touch.

I want her, but not like this. Not tonight.

“Nora, baby. I don’t want you on your knees. It’s not about me now.”