Chapter Ten
Grayson
Her fingers brush mine and I feel it like a fuse under my skin.
I sit still, jaw tight, muscles locked, afraid to make a move that scares her away. I know the walls she’s built, and though I want to pull her onto my lap, I know we have to move at her pace.
Her scent’s in my lungs, warm and floral, feminine and sweet.
I try to stay composed, trying not to imagine all the filthy things I would do to her. Trying not to think about the way she tastes or the way she’d feel soft and warm as I slid inside of her. Those thoughts don’t matter right now. What matters is trust.
I have to go slow.
She needs steady.
She needs composed, even if my body’s screaming for more.
I let my thumb graze the top of her hand, just enough to let her know I’m here. She shifts beside me like she’s still trying to talk herself out of whatever she’s feeling, but I hear the way her breath changes and feel the way her fingers curl around mine.
A second later, her knee slides over my thigh, then the other until she’s straddling me.
Her eyes are wild and hungry. Her hands are on my shoulders, her face inches from mine.
I still don’t move. I don’t even speak.
“I know I said slow,” she whispers, voice shaking, “but I liked being your little plum.”
I nod once, every muscle in my body straining to stay still. “You want me to take care of you, little plum?”
She nods, just barely, her lips parted, her firm breasts scrubbing against my shirt as she pants for relief. “I want you to take control.”
Fuck.
I grip her hips with firm pressure and pull her against me as the sound of need echoes from her lips. It’s raw and aching, reiterated by the way her fingers clutch my shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” I growl. “You don’t have to think tonight.”
Her forehead drops and her lips brush mine as her thighs tighten around me.
I’m not going to make it.
She lifts her T-shirt off and moves toward my jeans, unzipping and yanking at every bit of fabric between us until there’s nothing left and we’re both naked and exposed on the couch.
The plan is to lift her and carry her to the bedroom, but before I can, she’s lowering her soft little pussy down onto my desperate cock.
“Oh God,” she moans, bouncing on my lap, her hair falling back, her breasts swaying with the tilt of her hips. “You’re huge.”
“And you’re so fucking tight.” I groan out as I lean into her neck and scrape my teeth against her hot flesh. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”
She moans softly, grinding her little pussy back and forth in the glow of the tree and the television.
I don’t know what the hell we’re doing. Maybe I should’ve stopped her. Maybe I should’ve made her wait. Maybe she’ll hate me the second this is over.
“Plum, look at me,” I say, my thumb beneath her chin, redirecting her gaze toward mine. It’s difficult to focus, but she needs to know the truth.
Her gaze meets mine, soft and dreamy, her hips still pressing up and down, back and forth, the sway of her tits still hypnotizing me. I’m not going to make it long.
“What?” she pants.
I grip her hips and hold her steady, trying to slow her movements so I don’t explode inside of her. She seems to like this game and grins, which only drives me closer to the edge.
“You’re messing with me,” I growl, holding her tighter.
Her grin widens as she tries to wiggle faster against me. “I need to come. You’re so thick.”
“Not yet. Look at me.”
She does as I’ve asked and holds her gaze with mine, though I don’t know how long it’ll last.
I lean in, my forehead to hers. “Look what you do to me.”
“Look what you do to me,” she repeats, voice ragged. “I know you’re so much older, and I know this probably shouldn’t work, but… I feel safe with you, Grayson.” She tries rocking again. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m not stopping until you forget everyone but me.” I thrust upward, my hands sunk into her thick hips, her mouth hanging open, quietly moaning for relief. I keep her there on the edge, watching her unravel. “Say it again. Tell me you feel safe. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she says, her voice breaking as she bounces and digs into my shoulders. “Fill me up. I want to feel you.”
Fucking hell.
I thrust in harder. “Let go, plum. Soak my cock and I’ll give you everything I’ve got.”
Her moan shatters against my mouth, and a moment later, her pussy tightens even more, her head hangs back, her hair dusts my fingertips, and her entire body spasms in soft, sweet relief.
The sight is like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s angelic and perfect. Hell, it’s not even over yet and I already want more.
“You’re shaking, plum. I like that.” I scrape my teeth against her shoulder and growl as I thrust upward into her one final time.
“Fuck!” I growl, chasing the edge she’s already fallen over.
Soon, we’re both limp in each other’s arms, soft sighs in the air, our bodies sticking together as though we aren’t meant to move.
I grab a blanket that’s within reach and toss it over us, trying to hold on to the moment. “Does this mean you want to go ahead with that bread truck? Maybe start a little dream of your own?”
She stays still for a moment before humming against my chest. “It doesn’t solve the bookstore problem, but it gives Kade and I a future I didn’t think would happen.” She smiles and kisses my shoulder. “Plus, it keeps you around longer.”
I run my hand down over her spine. “We’ll figure everything out. I promise. I’m here as long as you’ll have me. Plus, I saw in the Gazette that Evie is doing a Santa auction for the bookstore?”
She leans against my chest again, her soft cheek pressing in with a relaxed moan. “She is. I think it might actually work. People love a good bachelor auction. It’ll put lots of eyes on the bookstore.”
“It’ll all work out. You’ll see.”
She sighs again, the tip of her finger rolling circles through the hair on my chest. “I think maybe you’re too good to be true.”
“You’re the first to ever say that,” I grin and kiss the top of her head, “and I’m positive you’ll be the last.” The words come out as a whisper, and I hold her closer than I’ve ever held anyone.
Holly is the real deal, my ghost of Christmas future, the love I didn’t think I’d find, and I’m never letting her go.