Fucking beautiful.
You’re so goddamn perfect when you come.
Because even as I tumbled into oblivion, he wouldn’t let me go alone. My thorny, cruel boy was too sweet.
When it was over, when I came back down, he was already watching me. A softness tinged the serious look in his eyes, like a foggy night. I’d wondered before what it would be like to sleep with Grayson Crowne, and now I had my answer.
Untamed, yes, but not how I’d imagined. Not destructive. He was a forest untouched by man, so beautifully raw.
A smile curved his lips. “Goddamn, Snitch. I’m never letting you go now.”
Forty-Two
GRAY
* * *
I’d dragged Snitch’s thigh across my lower abs, stroking her from hip to knee, knee to hip. I couldn’t take my hands off her—something about her flesh eased a tension in my chest. I never wanted to let her go. The floor was hard as fuck, though. Some imported Italian marble my mother had to have, so I pulled her across my body, ignoring the twinge in my shoulder blades. Her breasts pressed against my pecs, and her thighs spread across mine. Fuck. I was already getting hard again.
She blinked at me. “Am I too heavy?”
I laughed at that and pulled her closer, gripping her ass. Goose bumps dotted her flesh, so I asked, “You cold?”
“A little,” she admitted.
I reached for my discarded bomber jacket, draping it over her back.
“Grayson Crowne is very kind,” she mused, playing with the golden strands of hair covering my eyes. “And attentive. And most certainly not a playboy.”
“Good thing no one will believe you.”
She giggled, pressing her lips between my pecs, trying to hide it. I swallowed a groan—fuck, that noise was almost as addicting as her moans.
“Are you upset I joked about your virginity?” she asked quietly after a moment. “I didn’t mean to make you feel…”
“Like some pussy?”
She coughed. “I wouldn’t ever say that.”
“I fucking love it, Snitch. Never stop joking with me. The world puts so much weight on the thing. It’s so serious for whatever stupid fucking reason. You were the only one to laugh with me.”
After a moment, she settled her hands on my chest, her chin on them, watching me with those big soul-searing mossy eyes. I think they’re my favorite part of her, because like her, they betrayed so much. Strength. Vulnerability. Fear. Courage. Right now, they’re slightly pinched, like she wanted to say something.
“Speak, Snitch.”
“The sun is coming up,” she said quietly.
I glanced out the window, where the day smudged the night a blue gray.
“And?”
She looked down, tracing circles on my bare skin. I gripped her chin, lifting her gaze back to mine. I’d gotten so fucking addicted to her stare. Big as walnuts, deeper than the ocean.
“I can’t be forgotten,” she said. “I can’t be left behind again.”
I swiped my thumb back and forth across her softly pointed chin. “Not gonna happen, little nun. That would be like forgetting the moon.”
She furrowed her brow, like what I’d said bothered her, but she didn’t say anything.