Chapter 52
SELENA
Waking up with Grayson Rhodes in my bed is nothing like I could’ve imagined or would’ve expected. For one thing, I am way too comfortable. For another, my body is already reacting to his.
Even though we’re both naked under the covers, I’m not feeling shy or self-conscious. It could have something to do with the fact that he’s kissed every inch of my body and seemed more than happy to do it.
It might also be him. He’s so big and warm and cuddly—the cuddly part is a surprise given that he has miles and miles of hard muscle—but he’s lulled me into a sleepy, dreamy, euphoric haze. Currently, he’s lying behind me, his body wrapped around mine like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.
“Grayson.”
He hums into the back of my neck.
“That’s your alarm,” I whisper, trying to turn around so I can see him. Unfortunately for me, I’ve grown resigned to the fact that I like looking at him. Who would’ve thought?
He grumbles against my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body and I quickly realize one part of him is already up. “You’re going to be late for class.”
“Not leaving this bed until graduation,” he mumbles, his voice groggy and sexy, stoking the butterflies in my stomach.
“As nice as that sounds, you have a practice to lead today and a Game 3 to win tomorrow. Not to mention classes and our upcoming finals.”
“Nice?” he mutters, easing his hold. Not wasting any time, I spin to face him. I catch him opening one eye and then the other. “You think last night was nice?”
Of course he would focus on that. Admiring the sharp angles of his ridiculously handsome face, I have two options: I can be honest or I can mess with him. Whatever I choose, the five orgasms the first time and four the second would easily prove my point or refute it.
“It was nice,” I tell him anyway, smirking at him because we both know it was so much more. It was incredible and intense, hot and soul shattering, I saw stars and vast worlds and I’m pretty sure the planets aligned. “There’s nothing wrong with nice,” I smile sweetly.
Grayson narrows his eyes. Okay, so he’s not buying.
“You woke up and chose violence, princess,” he growls, climbing on top of me. I’m giggling as he kisses my cheeks, my neck and shoulders, but my laughter soon fades away while he works his way down, licking and sucking and biting.
I gasp his name. He moans mine.
My body’s response to him, I’m not used to it. Breaths coming fast, nipples hard, clit pulsing. Everything shifts when he’s so close. I’m feeling so many things at once. I’m relaxed, aroused, leaning, arching, all at the same time. His every touch is exactly what I need. I’m in so much trouble.
“Grayson…”
He’s trailing kisses down my stomach until his face is between my thighs. When I look down, his blue eyes are bright and clear, like a lake in the summertime.
His smile is a warning. And the way his black hair is tousled is deadly. He doesn’t scare me anymore though. I love being here with him. The thought has me smiling and I run a hand through the messy strands.
“Not a bad view,” I say, grinning at him. He chuckles and the sound makes my cheeks grow warm.
“Mine’s better,” he replies, his gaze traveling from my eyes to the spot aching for him. “So fucking pretty…wet and glistening just for me,” he smirks, licking his lips.
That’s when his alarm goes off again. Groaning, he places a kiss on my thigh, then gets up to silence his phone. I take the opportunity to climb out of bed, but don’t get far.
“We’re not done here, princess,” he says playfully, grabbing my waist with one arm and pulling me back to the center of my bed.
“I have class in two hours. So do you.”
“We’ll make it on time,” he smirks, sounding completely unbothered, yet his gaze is anything but, looking at me with an intensity that’s hungry and possessive. “First, I need to taste you again.”
With his tone, his words, his actions, he sets my insides on fire. I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
Positioning himself between my legs, he kisses the inside of my thighs. I’m already panting.
“Maybe we should meet up later,” I try to argue, but his tongue runs up my slit. The words that tumble out of my mouth are a jumbled mess, my limbs turn to jelly, and my brain turns to mush.
“Trust me, we will,” he winks at me. “I’m having this pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
An intense warmth runs through me. My skin is flushed. The ache between my legs can only he can satisfied with his mouth. Or his talented hands. Or his huge—my alarm goes off.
He’s gone for a split second, turning off the alarm, and then he’s back, sucking my clit between his lips. My back arches off the bed.
“Grayson, please...”
“Always so polite,” he smiles, flashing his dimples before he buries his face between my thighs.
Grayson was right. After a pair of mind-melting orgasms, we made it to class on time.
All it took was a 5-minute shower where we kissed under the warm water the whole time, a minute to dress in a hurry (where I stole his hoodie and sweatpants), and another to step out of my room to find Jess in the kitchen with a plate of Pop Tarts for us.
Months ago, I said if I ever brought a guy over, she could make him breakfast, like I always do for her guests. When I said it, I didn’t think it would ever happen—it’s why I said it in the first place. Yet, here we are.
“Breakfast is served!” Jess laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I thanked her and blushed all the way to Grayson’s car.