Chapter 25 #2
He silently chuckled and sat back, a confident grin curving his lips. Promises hung between them amongst the anxious need to get back home.
Sweet, unbearable anticipation stretched and tightened inside of her the longer they drove. Agonizingly delicious, in ways she’d never imagined wanting could be, she closed her eyes and got off on the sensation.
“Tired?” he whispered.
“No.”
His knowing stare held hers. “I’m going to strip you naked as soon as you walk through the door.” His hand slid dangerously higher under the blanket that covered their laps. “And then I’m going to lick every sexy inch of you.”
She shivered as the cabin lights glowed through the trees in the distance. The closer they came to their final destination, the more Wren became fully aware of every pulsing part of her body.
“Do you think I have time for a quick shower? I can’t feel my toes.”
“You have until I get the fire going again.”
Smoke curled from the chimney into the night sky as Greyson’s home came into view. Of course, he stocked the woodstove with enough wood to keep it warm. That gave her less than two minutes. She’d be lucky to get out of her clothes.
Her heart thundered in her chest as the sleigh jostled to a stop.
“Here we are, kids.”
Greyson hopped onto the snow and reached for her, lifting her out of the carriage as if she weighed nothing at all and purposely sliding her body down his front. “I’ll meet you inside.”
Her heart pounded with anticipation. She barely had her boots off when the front door swung shut with a promising click, and the deadbolt latched. Pivoting, Wren froze as Greyson’s intense stare darkened on her.
He glanced down. “You have until I get these two logs in the fire.”
She playfully staggered backwards. “What about the one in your pants?”
“That one’s going inside you.”
She spun and darted into the bedroom, stripping clumsily out of her clothes. She was down to long johns and her bra when he loomed in the bedroom door. The promising look in his blue eyes told her time was up.
She ran for the bathroom and turned the water on high. But as her fingers hooked into her bottoms, he caught her arms and corralled her under the water.
“Greyson! Your clothes!”
His mouth crashed to hers in a clash of hunger and need. Fumbling with the buttons of his coat, laughing breathlessly, she pulled at his drenched layers. Greyson tried to shrug out of his jacket but the water made everything ten times heavier.
“Let me help.” Tugging hard, she hung from his arm and laughed.
“It’s like peeling a damn onion.” He finally got the coat off and tossed it onto the floor in a wet heap.
Wriggling out of her long johns and panties, she threw them on top of his sopping wet coat. Her hands went back to his shirt as water sprayed into her eyes. “You’re wearing half the North Pole.”
Greyson’s gravelly laugh curled into her. “Take this off.”
Her arms lifted as he peeled off her wet bra. It landed with a splat and everything stilled. The spray of water pouring over them as he smiled down at her, soaking wet and still in his jeans.
“Is this a dream?” He dragged his palms over her skin, lifting her arms above her head. He kissed her then dropped to his knees.
Heat carved into her the moment his mouth closed over her sex. Ripples of pleasure quickly transformed into waves, and before she knew it her cries were ricocheting off the tile walls as she came on his tongue.
Breathing hard, he stood to face her, anticipation mounting as heat crackled between them. One heartbeat. Two. Then, he crushed his mouth to hers in a hard, unstoppable kiss.
His heavy jeans hit the floor as he lifted her to his hips. “I want your tight pussy wrapped around my dick,” he rasped, voice rough as sandpaper, eyes burning with molten need.
Heart hammering, she reached between them and gripped his massive cock. She angled her body, leaning into the wall, and he thrust. They both sighed. Then his eyes opened with a flash of dark promise.
“Hold on tight.” He snapped his hips back and shoved forward, as she cried out.
The floor. The wall. The shower. The foyer. The location never mattered. He was a god. A master of pleasure. A king.
He pounded into her, greedy and hard, but no matter how close he came to consuming her whole, they both seemed to always want more.
“I want you from behind.” He set her down and spun her to face the wall, planting her hands on the wet tile. “Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance and the blunt head of his cock pushed between her slick folds, stretching her as his deft fingers worked her clit. Rising to her toes, she met his every stroke. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back, penetrating her fully.
Shocked by how deeply he filled her from this angle, she gasped. Banding his arm across her shoulders, he drew her back against his chest and dragged his mouth close to her ear.
“This is Home.”
She turned her mouth to meet his as he snapped his hips, fast and hard.
Tongues licking, teeth gnashing, they took whatever wildness the other allowed.
Greedy and ravenous, he closed his mouth over the bare skin of her shoulder and thrust into her.
All the patience he’d shown throughout the years scorched to ash.
Clutching his hair, pulling him closer with desperate, fumbling hands, Wren arched against him, drunk on his intensity. Growling and moaning against her flesh as he ground his hips into her, as his hands slid over her body with unmistakable, possessive claim, he drove into her.
“Grey!” she cried out as her body pulsed around his pistoning cock.
Nibbling kisses along her neck, he worshipped her flesh and bathed her in praise. “Give me everything you’ve got, baby. I want your come dripping off my dick.”
Ecstasy shattered over her like rain. Pulsing, throbbing, sizzling, buzzing, she became a living emotion, controlled by this man.
“Fuck me, Greyson! Harder!”
Burying himself inside of her, hard and deep, he gripped her body as if afraid to let go. Sounds came from him that she’d never heard a man make before, and then he was kissing her again.
He took her hard and unapologetically demanded she accept every filthy desire between them. There was no more hiding. Pandora’s Box was beyond opened. It was shattered.
By the time he finished, her legs were numb. He lifted her to his chest and carried her out of the shower. She wrapped her body around his and shivered as he draped her with a towel.
“I’m not through with you yet.”
With a needy whimper, she looked up at him as he gently placed her on the bed. He crawled over her, grinding his still swollen cock over her tender sex, kissing her slowly. She moaned against his mouth as he tweaked her nipples in that delicious way that brought her back to life.
“Don’t quit on me yet, Wren.”
She moaned, too tired to speak or open her eyes.
“I want back inside of you.” Carefully, he adjusted her legs and filled her once again.
She breathed with him, rocking into the soft covers as he thrust slowly. His mouth kissed down her throat to her chest, where he suckled her nipples.
He touched her with primal, predatory need. Pinning her arms in whatever position he wanted and driving his cock into her as if seeking her soul.
It was greedy and unapologetic, but she loved every second of it. When she looked into his blue eyes, she swore the devil stared back. He was made to sin, but never once stopped worshipping her.
The sound of slapping flesh became the only crescendo she knew.
He yanked her closer whenever she neared the end of the bed, and kissed her softly to balance out the times he got rough.
But he was never too aggressive. He was never more than she could handle.
He was Greyson. This was him. And she wanted all of him.
Tonight, she finally got her wish.
He warned her. He told her he’d mark every inch of her, and by the time he was through, not a single spot of her flesh was untouched.
“Look at you. I wish you could see what I see.” His fingers trailed down her sticky stomach, and her breath hitched when he grazed her swollen folds. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
A weak laugh muffled past her lips. “No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” He dropped to the mattress and pulled her against him. “Do you hate me for it?”
“No,” she murmured into his arm. “I love you for showing me this side of yourself. I love all of you, Greyson.”
He was silent for a long moment. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”