Page 169 of On the Breakaway

My body heats as I drink her in. “When did you take them?”

“Last week, when you were making me breakfast.” She twirls a piece of her hair around her finger.

“So I made you breakfast while you robbed me blind.”

“C’mon, Grayson,” she says slowly, crawling forward on the bed. “Don’t you think they look much better on me, anyway?”

My cock stiffens in my pants, and I just nod, words having left my brain completely at the sight of Avery in lacy lingerie crawling toward me.

I can’t believe I ever considered going anywhere other than right here tonight. It’s surreal, being able to come home to her.

She was waiting for me.

I’m out of my clothes in seconds. She laughs at my eagerness while I rush toward her.

My mouth lands on hers, and she opens for me the way I’ve become desperate for. Our tongues tangle, while she wraps her legs around my waist. I can’t stop myself from grinding against her, and just the feel of her panties against my cock is enough to almost make me lose it.

Her mouth trails down my neck, and I whimper. My hand works on her bra, unhooking it and tossing it across the room carelessly.

“Baby, I need to be inside you. Right now.” My mouth dips to her breast, teasing her nipple with my tongue.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Please. Right now.”

I reach for the nightstand, but her hand lands on my arm when I’m halfway there.

“Um, I have an IUD, and I’m clean,” She stutters. “I thought maybe we could…”

I blow out a harsh breath. “You want me bare, Chaos?”

My heart races, my entire body responding to the idea of having her with nothing between us.

“We don’t have to,” she starts.

“Yes.” I press against her. “Fuck yes.”

She grins, the shyness dissolving into heat as I slide her panties down her legs.

I slide one finger against her, finding her pussy already drenched. There’s no need to get her ready for me; she already is.

Lining myself up, I watch as I disappear inside her, pushing into her until we’re flush against each other. I stop moving, willing my body to relax before I come just from being inside her.

Then I pull out and thrust back into her. I see fucking stars. She’s warm and wet, and way too fucking tight.

“Shit, Avery.” I groan as I thrust into her again. “I’m not going to last long.”

Her mouth finds mine in a messy kiss. “Good. I like when you’re feral for me.”

I’m more than just feral for her. I am hers. Every single part of me is hers.

But I don’t say that, even if the three most important words I’ve ever known are dangerously close to spilling out of me.

My body moves as if it has a mind of its own, her legs wrapping around me and pulling me tighter against her. Her fingernails dig into my back, the bite of pain pushing me even closer to the edge. And when she starts whispering obscenities in my ear, I’m fucking done for.

She kisses me hard. “I’ve thought about you coming inside me all night.”

I thrust into her hard as the orgasm wrecks me, my cock twitching as I spill into her.

Embarrassment courses through me as I pull out of her. I’ve never in my life gotten off before the girl I was with, let alone someone I’m this serious about. But then, I glance up to find her eyes glinting with amusement.