Page 80 of Gravity

“Perfect.”

He pecks me on the nose and leaves the space between us, continuing to make breakfast as I watch him.

“What time do you finish work tonight?”

“Early. I asked Ryan to cover me so I could spend some time with you.”

“Do you mind sharing me?”

He shifts himself from the stove to prepare and bring me a mug of coffee, placing it at the side of me before he resumes his position between my legs. This time his hands snake up my back. “That depends on who I’m sharing you with.”

“I kinda told Mom I’d be there for dinner. You could come.”

“Sounds good. But I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.”

I grin, linking my arms around his neck. “You’ll just have to try and resist me for a few hours.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You’re intoxicating.”

“Try harder. It’ll be just as challenging for me, too.”

He shifts me closer toward him, our mouths once again a breath apart. “Well, in that case, I could skip work and be inside you all day instead. Make you come. Make you scream over and over to make up for not being able to touch you tonight.”

His words cause heat to flood my panties and my desire for him has my body on high alert, but I burst his bubble when I pull back and scrunch my nose up. “I’m meeting Makenna for lunch. I’m sorry.”

His shoulders drop. “Ugh. What’s a man to do with himself now?”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Is this payback for keeping you sexually frustrated yesterday.”

I laugh. “No. But when you put it like that, maybe I should make you wait.”

“We’ll see.”

I whimper into his kiss as he presses his lips to mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me in that slow sensual way that has butterflies swirling in my stomach. We’ve kissed hard. We’ve kissed fast. We’ve kissed in a way that has left us stripped bare and exposed, but when Grayson kisses me slow, it somehow makes everything fall into place, and I crave him more each time.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers against my skin. “Are you sore?”

“Only in the best way.” Which is no lie. The aches are like a symbol of everything that happened last night, reminding me that Grayson was the one who took my innocence in a way that made me feel wanted, special—just like I’d always hoped.

Pulling back, his eyes latch on mine as his arm stretches out and fumbles around with the stove. Once he’s turned everything off, I’m wrapped around his waist and he turns us to head out of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I breathe. “What about breakfast?”

“We’re about to have it. In bed. Naked.”

* * *

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that again for me, but this time in slow motion,” Makenna questions in a high-pitched whisper.

I’m surprised people around us haven’t heard her already. We are sitting in Chick’s Oyster bar—the best spot for seafood and the best view as it overlooks the water, only the view I’m getting now over our crab cake sandwiches and sweet potato fries, is of her eyes that are bulging out of her head from my announcement.

“I slept with Grayson,” I say quietly, a little grin tugging at my lips.

“If this is some twisted way of saying you literally lay beside him all night and did nothing else then it’s not funny. My lady bits are getting excited for you here, and I don’t wish for you to crush them.”

I laugh. Sitting forward, I compose myself and look at her dead in the eye. “I, Nora Nelson, had the best night of my life with Grayson Bennett not only lying beside me but moving inside me, too.”