Page 60 of Grim’s Angel

“I am still here.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The words strip the control from his face.

He steps toward me, then stops.

I close the remaining distance and place my hand against his chest.

“Your father bought a contract. He did not buy what happened between us.”

“Angel.”

“I love you, Grim. You may accept that or spend the rest of your life losing arguments to me.”

His hand closes around my wrist.

“You plan to argue with me for the rest of my life?”

“Frequently.”

The corner of his mouth lifts.

“I love you too.”

My heart stumbles.

I grip his shirt and pull his mouth down to mine.

The kiss begins with restraint.

It lasts less than a second.

Grim catches the back of my neck and presses me against the brick wall beside the door. His body covers mine, hard and hot, while his mouth takes every answer I came here to give him.

His cock presses against my stomach through the fabric of our clothes.

Heat gathers between my thighs.

I break the kiss. “You once promised me this wall.”

His eyes darken.

“I remember.”

“I have been waiting.”

He pushes my sweater over my head and releases the clasp of my bra. Cool brick meets my bare back as the fabric falls.

Grim fills his hands with my breasts.

His thumbs drag over my nipples, tightening them before he bends and takes one into his mouth.

Pleasure pulls a moan from me.

His tongue circles the sensitive peak. His teeth close around it, firm enough to send heat straight to my pussy.