Grayson's Vow (62)

Kira’s fingers threaded into my hair as I kissed down her stomach. I stood to remove her jeans and our gazes tangled, hers bright and luminescent with passion, her eyes fluttering closed after a moment. “Beautiful,” I murmured. “So beautiful.” My fiery little witch was squirming and moaning and so beautifully vibrant with passion. How would any man alive not find this stunningly erotic? How would any man alive not want to experience this response from the woman he was making love to? From the woman who belonged to him? Looking at her this way felt like inhaling a bright ray of sunlight.

I tossed her jeans and underwear aside and went down on my knees on the floor in front of her and gently dragged her closer to me so my face was directly between her legs. She was bare and so shiny and slick with arousal. I almost growled at the scent of her, pure need roaring through my veins. I was practically shaking with desire for this woman. “Gray.” Her voice broke on my name.

She turned her head to the side, muffling a moan into the thick pillow next to her head.

“No, Kira, let me hear you,” I begged.

She looked at me, hazy confusion in her eyes, but she pushed the pillow away.

I leaned in and licked her, swirling my tongue around her swollen tissue, the taste of her bursting across my tongue and, impossibly, making me even harder. I was going to orgasm just from pleasuring her. I had never felt this desperate. She keened softly, pressing herself into my face. I sucked and licked and tasted her slick flesh for long moments as she moaned and panted, her sounds of pleasure making me feel wild. Finally I pressed two fingers into her wet entrance and she let out a small scream, her thighs quivering, as her body shook and contracted around my fingers. After she’d stilled, I raised my face and kissed back up her stomach.

Kira let out a contented sigh, taking my face in her hands as I pressed my lips to hers so she could taste her own passion on my mouth and tongue. We kissed slowly for long moments, my erection still throbbing painfully with unspent lust for the beautiful woman in my arms. I gave her one final kiss and then I rolled to the side and pulled her with me before bringing the blankets up over her. “You are beautiful,” I repeated, feeling something in my chest that felt startlingly like fear. Why do my feelings for her scare me so damn much?

She sighed contentedly again and snuggled into my chest. As I drew lazy circles on her hip, trying to tamp down my still raging arousal and the confusion of my emotions, I recalled how I’d told her she wasn’t my type. I almost laughed. Not only was she my type…it was as if she were made for me. I pushed that disturbing thought aside. I couldn’t let myself think things like that. It must have hurt her though, hearing those words from a man’s mouth—even one she disliked at the time—after her fiancé had made her feel so inadequate. Thoughts of Cooper Stratton, and my own regret, worked to cool the blood in my veins, but only moderately.

Kira’s breathing evened and she let out a small, delicate snore. She was asleep. God, if I’d realized being married would be so sexually frustrating, I might have asked for more compensation. She drove me crazy, riled me more than anyone else I knew. Yet she made me laugh, made me smile, impressed the hell out of me. She’d even bought me a damn dog. And now she’d given me even more. She’d given me her trust with her delectable body. Horny? Fuck yes. Satisfied? Absolutely.

I smiled to myself, kissing the top of Kira’s sweet-smelling head.





CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Kira



Nerves fluttered in my belly as I knocked softly on Grayson’s bedroom door. I’d woken alone in my bed this morning, still nude and wrapped in the hotel sheets. The memory of Grayson’s mouth on me had me simultaneously stretching in pleasure like a cat and wanting to duck back under the covers. I felt happy and shy and slightly uncertain. But mostly? Tenderness warmed my heart. He had obviously understood the pain and humiliation Cooper had caused and had sought to remedy some of it. And surprisingly, it had worked. He had made me feel beautiful and desirable. And at a cost to himself. In fact, I was pretty sure he had been left severely frustrated. I felt sort of bad about that, but when he finally answered his door with a smile, I let out a relieved breath, setting my suitcase on the floor and smiling back. He had obviously survived. But he’d left my room. I wondered why he hadn’t stayed, why he hadn’t tried to satisfy his own arousal. I would have let him. I might have begged him if I hadn’t fallen asleep directly afterward, half-drunk with pleasure and the exhaustion of a long, emotional day.

“Morning,” he said.

“I expected you to be there this morning,” I blurted. Subtle, Kira. I relaxed my stance. “I mean, good morning. You…um, left after I fell asleep.”

He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes moving over my face for a moment as if trying to read my thoughts. I lowered my lashes to conceal my eyes. “I thought you needed a good night’s sleep, and I didn’t know if you’d be okay if I stayed. I didn’t want to wake you to ask. You’d had a hard day.”

“Oh.” Well, that was nice. Thoughtful. “Thank you,” I said. “For…everything.”

A satisfied smile tilted his lips. “You’re very welcome,” he said. “Ready to get going?”

I nodded, still staring at his mouth—that beautiful, sensual mouth I now knew could bring so much pleasure. When I realized those lips were curving into an even bigger, knowing smile, I ripped my eyes away and looked at the floor. Grayson chuckled softly as he grabbed his bag and my suitcase and we both walked out to the hall.