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The first streaks of morning light seeped through the sheer curtains of my loft bedroom, casting a hazy glow over everything. I woke to the sensation of Stef’s warm body pressed against my back, her arm wrapped around me, her hand holding mine where it was curled against my chest.
The feel of her snuggled up with me was ridiculously good. It felt so right, which was insane, considering that we barely knew each other. Vivid memories of the night before came flooding in. The way our eyes had met over the heads of the crowd when she was on stage. How she’d approached me at the bar. The gleam in her eyes when she’d ordered the screaming orgasm. Then, of course, there was her offer of hot limo sex.
My attraction to her was instant and unquestionable. It seemed she felt the same. Odd, really. I wasn’t the most charming guy going around. That title went to my brother Rhett. I also wasn’t the most easygoing. No, my younger brother Wolfe had that title. I was the brooding, quiet, focused…boring one. The responsible one. Certainly not the type to attract a hotter than sin, much younger than me, punk rock chick.
Yet here she was, curled up against me just like she belonged there.
Stef stirred behind me. “Mmm, morning.”
Her voice was husky with sleep, and I felt myself harden as she wriggled closer. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, a touch so light it threatened to undo me. “Morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. You?”
“Great.”
I rolled over to face her. She was so relaxed, so casual, that it almost seemed like I’d imagined the intensity of last night. It was all very confusing.
“Whatever’s going on in your head right now,” she leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against my skin, “Let’s not overthink it.” Her lips met mine in a kiss that drove all rational thought from my mind. For the moment, at least.
God, she was amazing, and I forgot about overthinking as my hands ran over her soft curves. Her lips were lush and sweet, and she was so responsive, her breathing deepening as I cupped and rubbed her breast. “God, that feels so good,” she whispered.
Her whimper had me rolling her onto her back, my body covering hers. She hooked her leg over my hip, grinding, her lips parting. I couldn’t resist, my tongue delving into her mouth, a moan rumbling in my throat.
I eased back, kissing her neck, shoulder, teasing her nipple. She squirmed, hands tugging, and I smiled, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. ‘Grayson,’ she whispered.
I grinned, my hands smoothing over her hips, pushing her legs apart. She was so fucking gorgeous, her pussy glistening. I couldn’t resist running my tongue over her clit, making her hips buck.
“Jesus.”
She tasted so sweet, and I flicked my tongue over her before sucking her clit, my fingers easing inside her. The moan she let out skittered across my skin, settling in my balls. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
With her hands fisting in the sheets, her hips bucked and I loved how lost she was in the sensation, her breathing ragged, her body trembling.
She moaned again when I swirled my tongue over her clit, pumping my fingers faster, and it sent a pulse of pleasure through me, my cock throbbing. God, I wanted to be inside her, but couldn’t tear myself away from her pussy. The way she tasted, the way she felt, the way she sounded.
Stroking the tip of my finger lightly up and down her clit, I raised my head to look at her. Her head was thrown back and her chest was heaving. “Do something for me?”
Her eyes were glittering with need when she forced them open to look at me. “What?” She gasped as I increased the pressure on her clit.
“Scream.” I dropped my mouth back to her body and pushed two fingers inside her, sucking her and swirling my tongue over her clit.
She did, her body shuddering under me as the orgasm crashed through her. Finally, her body went limp, and I eased my fingers out, raising my head to look at her.
She was utterly boneless, her eyes closed, a soft smile playing around her lips. I kissed my way back up her body and with her eyes still closed, she pushed her fingers into my hair, pulling me close so she could kiss me.
Her tongue swirled against mine, and she wrapped her legs around me, pushing her hips up to me. I leaned away, reaching for a condom from the nightstand, but she stopped me.
“Wait.”
I froze, confused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just...”
“Just?”
“I want to feel you... without the condom, I mean. I’m clean. And I have an IUD.” Her eyes were locked on mine, her voice low and intense.