Chapter 45 #2
A shaky laugh escapes me. “You bought me a bookstore.”
Grayson’s lips lift slightly. “If that’s what you want it to be.
I’ll build you anything, Emma.” His finger grazes my cheek.
“You said you wanted a love that consumes you, sex that fulfills all of your fantasies, and a man who would get on his knees to beg for your forgiveness if the time ever came.” He stares at me.
“I’ll get on my knees if that’s what you need, but I thought you’d like this better.
A fresh start and a vow. One that I’ll repeat every day if you want me to.
” A tear rolls down my face that he catches.
“I vow to fulfill every single one of your fantasies, to always beg for your forgiveness when needed, and to love you for the rest of my life, even if you decide you no longer want me. There’s no one else.
It’s you. It’s always been and will always be you, Emma. ”
I cover my mouth with a hand, trying to hold back the shaking in my body. If I open my mouth right now, I’ll produce a completely unnatural sound, and I don’t think I could match the meaningful words he just said to me.
“I’m supposed to be the writer and say shit like that, Grayson,” I blurt out, and he throws his head back, laughing as I’ve never heard him do before. “Your laugh,” I whisper. “I’ve never heard you laugh like that.”
His eyes twinkle. His blue-green eyes look even bluer today because of the all-black suit he’s wearing. “I never had a reason to.”
“I think I just had a mental orgasm.” Grayson chuckles again, making me smile. God, I’m saying utter nonsense that usually only makes sense to me, but he gets it.
He stands, the absence of his body leaving me feeling cold. Grayson grabs his phone, and after a few seconds, “Somewhere Only We Know” by Keane begins to play.
A smile forms on my face as he extends his hand, and says, “May I have this dance?” Even though this is our second dance of the night, I know it won’t compare to the waltz, as much fun as it was.
Giggling, I stand with his help. As we get into position, his palm lands on my lower back, and he leads with the other. I’m transported back to last July in a place he owns in a large city after a masquerade ball—full damn circle.
So many unspoken words fill the air, including the missing “I love you” I have yet to say, but I still have one more question.
I sniffle because I’ve been quietly crying for the past ten minutes. “Grayson?”
“Yes, Princess?”
Shivering at the pet name, I ask him, “Why did you buy a second restaurant?”
He gives me a half smile. “I needed somewhere to work in Driscoll.”
My mouth falls open. “And you don’t mind opening a place there after everything the local papers printed? And that most of the people on campus and locals know about us and how we met?”
Grayson shakes his head. “They don’t know how we really met, and honestly, I don’t care what they say. I only care what you think.”
He’s going to stay there. He’s going to open a place there to stay near me.
“What about after I graduate?”
“You really don’t seem to understand the concept of my vow.
” He spins me around and softly pulls me back in, making me grin.
“Wherever you go, I go. I’ll always be right behind you, no matter how far.
I’m not leaving—I never did. Not in the way you thought I might’ve.
” He twirls a finger around one of my small curls from the perm I got a few days ago.
It’s always been straight or wavy in layers, but never like this, and he seems to love it.
“You’re so effortlessly beautiful, my love. ”
My body shivers again at the new pet name I’ve earned, and I fist his shirt. “Call me that again.”
His eyes flash with heat as he slowly leans into my ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot on my jaw. “I missed you, my love.” I gasp when he kisses my neck. “I missed you so fucking much.”
“Grayson,” I sigh. “I need you.”
His lips crash against mine as soon as the words leave me. Our hands roam everywhere except where he’s hard and I’m wet. We moan as our tongues intertwine in a slow, passionate, and insanely sexy way.
Grayson picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he gently lowers us to the floor. He effortlessly takes off his tie and unbuckles his belt, clearly not patient enough to unbutton his shirt where his muscles hide.
Our lips remain close as he tucks the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts.
He exhales a shaky breath against my chin, and I gasp. “No bra?”
“The dress comes with one— Oh God,” I yelp at his fingers pinching my left nipple.
Grayson chuckles darkly against my lips. His brown hair tickles my forehead as he slips a hand through the slit of my dress to where I’m wet and waiting for him.
My back arches when a large finger slips in, preparing me for his length.
“And no underwear,” he hisses. “You’re so wet for me.
” I nod and moan when he pumps me with a second one.
“Did you touch yourself at night thinking about me?” My eyes meet those that are watching me with lust, adoration, and love.
It’s the first time anyone’s ever looked at me this way.
“Tell me, Emma. Please tell me that you did because I did that every day.” He curls his fingers, hitting the spot he’s gotten familiar with.
My hand wraps into his hair as I moan loudly.
“I made myself come to the thought of you in my bed, car, kitchen, bathroom, street, alley, hell, anywhere and everywhere we’ve ever fucked or made love.
” His thumb slowly strokes my clit, and I let out a helpless whimper.
“You’ve already fulfilled all of my fantasies, baby. ”
I almost cry when he stops stroking my clit, and I blurt out the truth. “You’re the only person I think of when I touch myself, Grayson.”
His body trembles with satisfaction as he takes his fingers out of me and grabs his cock, stroking it. The sight of the desperation on his face makes my nipples harden.
“And why’s that, Princess? Why am I the only person you think of when you touch yourself?”
My body shakes when he rubs the tip of his dick against my clit.
Looking him straight in the eye, I tell him the truth. “Because I love you.”
A small smile appears. “Finally.” His facial features quickly morph into one of unadulterated lust. He stops rubbing my clit and slowly raises my dress until most of the fabric is no longer in his way. “Say it again.”
This time, I cup his cheek and say through heavy breaths, “I love you, Grayson.”
He enters me in one slow thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
I let out a loud moan, my legs trembling, already close to coming.
Grayson’s eyes stay fixed on mine as he makes slow, passionate love to me.
“Emma, fuck,” he hisses, clearly close as my pussy clamps around him from how turned on I am. My hips buck off the floor, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Baby, I promise to take my time with you for the rest of my life, but right now, I need to come inside of you,” he says, jaw tight.
God, that mouth of his. My head falls back, and my body begins to shake when he touches my clit. “Do it, I’m close,” I moan.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Keep those eyes open as I fill you up, Emma.”
His words push me over the edge, and I scream his name, convulsing around him. Grayson’s eyes never leave me as he pumps into me and comes while I still am. His groans and whimpers fill the room, his gaze revealing the love he feels, and I can only hope I’m looking at him the same way.
Finally, he buries his face in the crook of my neck as we come down from the high.
I smile at the thought of us making love for the first time and look around the place he got for me.
“Dark blue,” I whisper, and he lifts his head, still buried in me, softening little by little.
He raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“For the walls. A dark blue with some white detailing and wood trim.” I picture it in my head. I’m going to have to do a rough sketch of it. “I like the idea of a bookstore and a restaurant, but we need a good wine list.”
Grayson stares at me in disbelief, then his body shakes as he presses his forehead to my shoulder.
“What?” I ask, confused about why he’s shaking.
A breathy laugh escapes his lips. “Only you would say something like that while I’m still inside of you.” I crinkle my nose at his comment. He pushes himself up and kisses me softly on the lips.
“You told me I could choose.”
Grayson nods and rubs his thumb against my cheek. “Anything for you.”