Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
GRAYSON
The elevator doors barely have time to slide shut before I’m moving Flic back against the wall.
I cup her face in my hands, catching the spark in her eyes, that challenge, like she’s daring me to talk myself out of this.
After the kiss we shared in the old community center, the heat, the want—the promise of just this once—restraint is no longer an option. I’m already lost.
A few wisps of hair have slipped loose from her braid, framing her face. I tuck one behind her ear, my touch lingering, and then our mouths collide. The kiss is hungry and reckless, carrying the heat and urgency of all the times I’ve held myself back around her.
Flic makes a soft sound against my mouth that goes straight through me. I groan, dick twitching against the seam of my jeans, swelling harder by the second. “Once those doors open, I’m never letting you out of my apartment again. This night is gonna be never-ending.”
Her laugh is low and wicked. She nips my lower lip hard enough to make me hiss. “You planning to lock me up, Ashborne?”
“No,” I murmur, hands sliding down her sides, memorizing every curve. “Just fuck you against every surface I own.”
She fists my collar and drags me closer, her mouth trailing along my jaw, down my neck, leaving heat in its wake. “That’s a lot of surfaces for one night.”
The elevator opens. I don’t hesitate. I scoop her up, her laugh breaking free as she wraps her legs around me, the friction sending shots of undiluted need through my body.
I carry her into the apartment, and straight to my bedroom, kicking the door open and setting her down on the bed just long enough to take her in.
I’ve always loved the light. The airiness and open space.
And right now, with the wintry sun still pushing through the windows, I’m absurdly grateful for every inch of that light so I can see the beautiful woman before me.
Every line. Every curve. The way she looks at me like I’m not the only one who’s been holding back too long.
My mouth presses back to hers, only breaking from the kiss to wrestle with our clothes, leaving them tangled and abandoned.
She shrugs off her sweater and bra to reveal the perfect curve of her breasts, nipples pebbled with cold and want.
Finally, I tug away the cute little strip of lace panty, already soaked for me.
I want to see all of her. Now. A low growl escapes the back of my throat.
I kick off the rest of my clothes and then we’re naked, my dick hard and springing forward.
Flic bites her bottom lip, eyes taking me in. “Wow, you’re… huge.”
She grins, and I chuckle.
“And you’re perfect,” I reply.
I lean in again, slow this time, letting the moment breathe, resting some of my weight on my forearms and letting the rest press her into the mattress.
When my mouth claims hers again, it’s in a soft, searing kiss.
I trail my lips down the line of her neck.
She tilts her head instinctively, giving me access.
I kiss along her collarbone, lingering there, breathing in her sweet and spicy perfume, loving the way her body responds to my touch as goosebumps break out across her chest.
I lower my mouth to her breast, my breath hot against her skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my lips brushing the curve of her breast before taking her nipple in my mouth.
She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as I tease her with my tongue, circling slowly, sucking gently until she’s arching into me.
“Grayson—” Her voice is breathless and full of a need that almost has me moving her legs apart and pushing into her, burying myself to the hilt. But no way am I rushing this moment. If all we get is this one night together, then I’m making every second of it count.
My lips move to her other nipple, worshipping her with my mouth, my hands sliding down to her hips. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her, to feel that tight heat wrapping around me. Another groan tears from my throat.
“Flic.” I draw back, grazing my lips against the tip of her nipple until she arches into me. “This might be one night, but it isn’t just fucking, OK? I just wanted you to know that. This is something else.”
“I know.” Her reply is breathless. “But Grayson?”
“Yeah?”
“You’d still better fuck me senseless and make me come.”
My laugh comes on an exhale as I kiss my way down her stomach, relishing the way her breath hitches as I reach the soft curve of her hips.
She’s trembling already, her thighs parting for me like an invitation I’d be a fool to ignore.
I settle between her legs, my hands spreading her open as I lean in, inhaling the scent of her arousal. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“You’re so hot,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over her slick center before I close my mouth over her clit. “And so fucking wet.” I breathe against her.
Her moan is immediate. I swirl my tongue in a slow circle that has Flic pressing harder against my mouth, crying out. I continue teasing her with my tongue until her hands are tugging at my hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Grayson—” Her voice trembles with the same desperation I feel coiled in my groin.
I slide a finger into her, slowly at first, feeling her tight heat clench around me. She’s so wet, so ready, I groan against her, losing my mind and not giving a damn.