Page 203 of Lilah

But he doesn't give me much time, replacing his mouth with his hand and pushing me back down.

I cover my mouth keeping my noises to a minimum as he talks on the motherfreakingphone.

I take a small part of the comforter and cover my face when I feel the release coming soon. Grey's quick to move it away and in only a second or two, I'm coming undone right on his hand.

He ends his call and throws his phone back onto the bed. He moves his hand under the small of my back and he pulls me to my feet.

I nearly fall over, my legs are so freaking wobbly.

My shirt falls all the way down to above my knees, and his hand takes place at the top of my throat, tilting my head up to him.

My cheeks stay a light pink and my heart pounds.

I love you.

He connects our lips softly.

"You taste good," he mumbles against my lips and I feel my blush deepen. I bury my face in his chest to conceal my face. He kisses the top of my head.

He places his hand on my back and gently slides his hand up and down.

"That feels good," I mumble against him.

"Just like it felt good when I slid my tongue between your-"

I shoot away from him, gasping loudly, and holding my heart.

"That's inappropriate!" I squeal.

"You didn't think it was inappropriate then. Especially when you were moaning and telling me that it felt so good-"

"Grey!" I poke his stomach.

"Yeah, that's the name you moaned," he nods and my eyes widen. He's wild today.

"I don't have pants on Grey, get away from me," I chuckle, pushing away from him.

"I know. 'Cause I'm the one who took those pants off."

"Good Lord," I shake my head at him.

"I gotta go," he mumbles, his mood back to normal.

"Yougotta goread the Bible," I advise him.

"You're the one who let me go down on you," he kisses under my ear.

"You're the one whokeeps bringing it up," I tell him.

"'Cause I can't get over how perfect you are," he kisses me. He pulls back slightly and kisses my forehead.

"I love the way you lie," isn't that a song?

"I want to fuck you," he mumbles, looking straight at me as I go off on my jokes.

"Good heavens," I clench my legs together. Why did I do that with my legs?

"I want to," he nods seriously. He grips onto my thigh.