Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
We lose eye contact momentarily as he lifts it over my head. It slithers to the floor at my feet as his eyes come back to mine. The heat banked in them steals my breath.
I reach behind me, unhooking my bra.
Like my shirt, it lands at our feet.
Still, he keeps his eyes on my face, his gaze not deviating.
"Look at me, Grayson. Touch me."
"Not yet. Not until you're naked, baby." He swallows. "I'm greedy like that, you know. I want every inch of you at once."
I smile, my heart fluttering. He's always been greedy like that. Even when we were trying to hide from my dad, he'd strip me bare before he fucked me. He needed to see every inch of me, needed to worship every part of me. He didn't want anything standing between the two of us. He just wanted me.
I kick my heels off, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my skirt. And then I pause, cocking my head to the side. "Do I get to see all of you too?"
"Eventually." His eyes practically glow. "But if I take these jeans off right now, I'll be coming all over those pretty little tits as soon as I see them, Mina. You know I will because you'll have my cock in your hand as soon as you can make it happen."
My lips tip up at the corners. "Remember that, do you?"
"Oh, I've remembered a helluva lot since I saw you standing in the front row," he practically purrs. "Now, why don't you slip that little skirt off and let me see how well I remembered it, baby?"
"Okay, just…Grayson?" I swallow nervously. "My body isn't what you remember. It changed after…well…after everything." I shrug helplessly. "Pregnancy does that, I guess."
"You're even more beautiful now than you were back then, Mina. You carried our daughter. You nourished her. You kept her alive and safe, even when your world was falling apart." His expression is soft, full of awe as he holds my gaze. "You think I'll ever be able to look at you and not want to worship at your feet for what you did for our little girl? Hell no, sweetheart. Every goddamn spot you view as an imperfection is one more spot I'm going to cherish."
"Grayson," I whisper, my eyes watery again.
"Lose the skirt, Mina. Let me see. Let me worship."
I exhale a shaking breath and tug my skirt and panties down, letting them pool at my feet.
He keeps his eyes locked with mine for a heartbeat before slowly dragging his gaze down my body. I fight the urge to fidget beneath his careful attention, letting him have this moment like he let me have mine. He sucks in a sharp breath when his eyes land on my breasts, his pupil flaring.
"Fuck," he groans. "They're bigger."
"Blame your daughter."
"You mean thank her every day for the rest of my life? Noted," he says, making me smile.
His gaze drifts down again, over my stomach. I fight the urge to cover the stretch marks that are now a permanent part of me. I'm not ashamed of them, not exactly. I just…I feel raw and exposed. Jittery. No one has ever looked at me and saw me the way he does. No one has ever wanted to see me the way he does.
"I can't wait to kiss every one of those," he whispers. "It's as close as I'll ever get to worshipping your pregnant body, baby."
I cover my mouth, choking on a sob.
His gaze slides down over my mound, a groan rumbling from his lips. "Still so fucking perfect," he rasps. "You've always had the prettiest little pussy, Mina. I can still remember exactly how it tastes. How fucking tight it grips my cock. How wet it gets when I'm fucking you with my tongue." His eyes flash to mine, stormy gray. "Tell me I can have it again."
"Y-yes," I whisper. "Please, Grayson."
He's on me before the words even leave my lips, dragging me into his arms. I cry out, practically sobbing as he hauls me up against his chest, his hands burning like fire against my bare skin. His lips come down on mine as he storms toward the bed, his tongue already wreaking havoc on my senses.
I sink onto the bed beneath him, his weight bearing me down as he crawls over me. His bare chest against mine is the most exquisite sensation. It's been so long. So damn long.
I sob against his lips, clinging to his shoulders. I don't want to let him go. I want to stay right here like this, with his weight pinning me to the bed and his scent surrounding me. This is where I'm supposed to be. This is my happy place.
Except, he isn't satisfied yet. He breaks from my lips, kissing a trail down my throat. He nips and bites, refreshing the mark he left there yesterday.