Page 98 of On the Breakaway

When his mouth finds mine again, the kiss is slower but no less brutal. Somewhere along the way, the room disappears entirely, and only when my back hits the bed do I realize he’s carried me across it.

Hovering over me, Grayson breaks the kiss and trails his mouth down my shoulder. Fabric slips lower with every touch. He tugs off one sleeve, following it with wet kisses before repeating the process on the other side. Goosebumps rise everywhere his fingers touch.

Moving down my body, his breath is hot against my nipple before sucking it into his mouth, teasing the bud into a point.

“Did you give me your only bra and panties?” He asks, moving to the other breast and repeating the same torturous motions. “Or did you just want to be bare for me under that dress?”

The blanket twists beneath my fingers, my back arching when he trails lower. “Oh my God.”

“Did you show up bare under that dress for me?”

His words barely register. All my attention is trapped on sensation, heat, and the desperate need for more.

“You wish,” I lie.

“I do wish,” He admits, kissing the inside of my thigh. “Thinking you were hoping that you might end up just like this, spread out for me to taste.” Another kiss lands on my other thigh. “Showing up at the club, your pretty pussy already drenched with anticipation. Yeah, I really fucking wish.”

The answer sits right there. All I’d have to do is admit it. Admit that I wanted him. Admit that I’d wanted him since the last time I had him. But he already made me beg last time, and this time, I can’t stop my defiance from winning out.

“I didn’t want the lines to show in my dress. That’s all.”

The teasing look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t buy it, probably because my voice is still shaky.

Get it together, Avery.

“What a shame. I guess we should stop.” His lips tilt up as he stands, clearly expecting me to crack first.

“Or,” I start, following him up and stepping toward him. “You could stop asking me to stroke your ego, and start asking me to stroke something else.”

My fingers trail over the lines of his tattoo, his skin tightening against my touch as I trail my way down to his belt. A shallow breath leaves him when I slide to my knees. Heat crawls over my skin under the weight of his gaze while I tug his jeans and boxers down. Only inches from my face, his cock springs free, and my breath hitches.

Holy fuck.

A quiet chuckle slips from him, drawing my eyes upward to find amusement glinting in his.

Of course, he’d have a stupid perfect dick to go with his stupid perfect everything else.

“Well?” he asks, his hand moving through my hair with a gentleness I don’t expect.

Remembering exactly how he made me beg last time, I let my annoyance fuel me. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him once.

“You want me to beg for you?” he asks, voice low.

I stroke him again, and he actually whimpers, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Yes.”

Last time we were together, getting off was all I cared about. Getting over my inability to be with a guy that way had been the goal. Now, though, the thought of having him desperate for me is far too tempting to ignore.

“You need to hear that I want you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you, baby. I’ve been dreaming of that sassy mouth wrapped around my cock all month.”

Precum beads at his tip, and I use it to stroke him again, reveling in the way his body goes taut with anticipation.

“Oh, is that what you want?”