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I giggle and slowly raise myself out of the bathtub, pulling the plug as I stand. Grayson watches me with interest. I step out and glancing at him over my shoulder, I catch him admiring my curves. Taking the towel from the sink, I stand in front of him and dry off, lingering at my breasts. Dropping the towel to my feet, I curl my finger for him to get out.
As he stands, his erection stretches. My tongue runs along my bottom lip. The sight of him renews the heat between my legs. I want him, and I want him bad. He steps out and I lower to my knees, resting on the towel.
Realizing my plan brings a wicked smile to Grayson’s face and that smile encourages me further. As he steps closer, he affectionately caresses my cheek. Taking the length of him in my hand surprises me. His girth is wider than it looks. I raise my other hand, massaging him below as I take him into my mouth. Tipping his head back, he groans as I push him to the back of my throat. His fist tightens on my hair and his hips thrust in rhythm with my sucking.
My pace is steady, but my mouth is already sore from the size of him. Any longer and I feel like I’ll have lock-jaw. Sucking Grayson off is like running a freaking marathon. I’m exhausted. Relief fills me when he winds my hair around his hand and firms his grip. I feel him expand in my mouth then an explosion of hot cum shoots down my throat.
Grayson looks down at me with heavy lids. Beneath them, his eyes are glossed over and his expression is a mixture of satisfaction and affection.
The touch of his hand caresses along my jaw. With two fingers beneath my chin, he applies gentle pressure and I raise to my feet.
His gaze is steady on mine. There’s emotion in his eyes, but he doesn’t share it. Instead, he expresses it in his kiss. The passion he releases leaves my head spinning.
“Stay with me tonight?”
My mouth quirks. “I thought I was.”
Grayson grins, then turns me and smacks my ass. “Get in my bed, Emma. The night is still young.”
Chapter Nine
Grayson
The erotic book in my hand is barely distracting me from the stunning woman lying in my bed. Her dark, wavy hair is cascading over the pillow and the sheet barely covers her. From my chair, I have a perfect view of the curve of her back, narrow waist, and luscious ass. She groans as she moves and my cock hardens from the sound. She’s learned I have certain tastes in the bedroom. I’d never belittle or hurt a woman, but I do like some kink. No doubt she’s a little sore from the vibrator I used. If the sounds of her moans and the two orgasms meant anything, I’d say she liked it very much. My lips curve from the memory of her face when I brought it out and then again when she reached her first climax.
Reaching down, I adjust my semi into a more comfortable position. Little does Emma know how often she gives me a hard on. It’s like I’m a fucking teenager again with an uncontrollable snake in my pants that becomes alert and ready anytime it gets a whiff of her pussy.
What’s even more confusing is what I’m feeling for her. I’ve never been patient with sex. I’ve seduced, got what I wanted, and moved on. It’s been this way for years. No woman has ever mattered enough that I wanted to be patient, careful, and even considerate of her emotions. But Emma’s inside my head, an itch I can’t satisfy until I have her, all of her. With her, I want to take the seduction slowly. I’m enjoying it. She appreciates everything I do, and I find myself upping the ante just to win her affections.
Fear isn’t something a man likes to admit to others, let alone to himself, but I feel it. It’s there. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. I want her to trust me because if she gives me her trust, I’ll have her. But, then what? She’ll be another conquest and I’ll what, get bored like I always do, lose interest? Or will it be me that burns? If I let her in, I’ll have to change. I’ll have to give her the trust I know she’ll want from me. Am I even capable of giving it, of loving someone?
She stirs in her sleep and I watch her. Emma has no idea she’s the first woman to have stayed the night with me. It’s probably why I’m up at two a.m. reading because I can’t sleep. Not with her lying next to me, smelling like sex and jasmine, and breathing so peacefully it pains me to look at her.
“Grayson,” her voice is a sleepy whisper.
I continue watching her move. The sheet falls from her breasts as she sits up and turns to face me. The question in her eyes kills me. She’s concerned why I’m not in bed with her. Stepping from the bed, she approaches. Her dark, little patch above her pink lips annihilates my remaining control over my cock.
“Can’t sleep?” she asks, her voice so sweet it breaks me.
I extend my arm and she slides onto my lap and lies against my chest, like we’ve been doing this for years. The scent of jasmine fills my nostrils and I lean against her hair, breathing her in. The touch of my hand caressing her back releases a pleasured moan from her lips. Lips that can easily bring me to my knees, if I’m not careful.
“Sorry to wake you. I read when I can’t sleep.”
Laying her head on my shoulder, she looks at my book. “What are you reading?”
“Undo This Night.”
“Will you read it to me?”
The corner of my mouth raises. “You want me to read it out loud to you?”
She giggles and the sound widens my smile.
“Yes.”
This is unexpected, but I like it. She continues to surprise me. I can never predict what Emma will do, and it’s something I adore about her. She keeps me on top of my game.
“From the beginning or where I’m at?”
