Page 93 of Untamed
“I couldn’t stop.” My lashes sprinkle water on my cheeks when I blink, it feels like soft kisses. Grayer’s arms give way and he settles his weight on me, giving me every hard, defined line of his sculpted body. The cool metal of the bed gives me a jolt, adding to the spike in my adrenaline that he’s this close again, something I swear I’ll never get used to.
The rain picks up and I smile, closing my eyes and feeling Grayer’s heavy hot breath warming my skin immediately. Arching my back, he draws back to sit against his feet. After removing my shorts, his hands work my wet shirt over my head and then palm my breasts, rolling my wet nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I moan at his touch, consumed by him and wanting everything and anything he’s going to give.
Pulling against his shoulders, I have to have him now. His lips make a path up my body slower than I care for and I’m eagerly tugging at him, writhing against him. Anything I can do to get him inside me. He seems hell-bent on taking his time and it’s both frustrating and endearing that he wants this to last. It seems anytime we’re together, he’s trying to stop time, slow it down and worship me.
We’re soaking wet in minutes when the rain picks up and his body slides over mine. My head tips back, his hands cradling the back of my head, his mouth moving over my chest to my nipples and then back up again when he enters me with a low groan.
Pulling my hair to the side, he uses his teeth gently against my overheated skin, barely brushing but enough that it sends my nerves over the edge, making me moan in pleasure and shiver with desire.
My legs part, allowing him better access, my feet resting on his jeans that are wrapped around his calves. His muscles flex when he pushes forward, the movement of his hips causing me to shudder. The moment his thrusts come a little faster, my eyes fall shut and I hold him as tight as I can. My hands slip over his rain-soaked shoulder and then raise above my head where he holds them against the metal bed of the truck.
We break apart, gasping for breath in the intensity of the heat surrounding us. He’s eager for more, his mouth parting from mine and moving to my neck. My arms wrap tightly around him when his movements slow down, making this last. Drawing back, he gives me a look I’ll never understand. Starry eyes meet the bluest of days, raindrops from his hair landing on my skin. I close my eyes. He knows what’s happening.
In the back of the pick-up truck as the sun dips down and rain kisses my cheeks, Grayer’s body moves above mine and I slowly slip from like to love.
