14. Grayson

14

GRAYSON

S he lifts her gaze to meet my own, but she doesn’t speak. Not with words. Her eyes, though, say something all right. Inside of those warm drops of chocolate I see a desire that mirrors my own.

I move my face a little closer. Her hot breath spreads across my skin. Charlotte lifts her chin, lips parted, eyes expectant.

I take the plunge, pressing my lips against her own. Her mouth is incredibly soft, and so warm. I draw back a bit after the initial contact, and our eyes meet.

We kiss again, this time with a sense of urgency. Her lips taste sublime. I kiss her hard. Deep, grasping her lithe form against me with a sudden desperation.

My hand slides down to the small of her back. Charlotte kisses me back just as hard, fingers weaving into the locks of my hair. Our gasps and soft cries grow louder, more frequent. I move my hand down to her sweetly rounded bottom and grab tight.

Charlotte moans into my mouth, grinding herself against me. I spin her around and push her against the wall, my lips dropping to her neck. I taste her skin, fire coursing through my veins. I want her so bad I can’t stand it.

Charlotte lets out a guttural groan as I lick and kiss her neck and shoulder. She sweeps her dark hair out of my path, baring more of her flesh for me. My fingers fly to her dress, lifting up the hem.

She puts her arms over her head, allowing me to slip the garment off. Her sexy strapless bra barely contains the wonder of her breasts. I clutch her softness with one hand as I crush her lips with another kiss more passionate than any before.

Charlotte cries out as I tease her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. I feel her skin harden, rising as if seeking out my attention. I slip my fingers up under the bottom hem and touch her nipple, skin to skin.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she cries as I leave a trail of kisses on her neck and shoulder. Her hands pry at my shirt. I shrug out of it so fast a couple of stitches pop. With careful urgency, I reach around and unhook her bra.

My eyes widen as I stare at the natural wonder of her beauty. Charlotte gasps sharply as I bury my face between her soft breasts. My hand slides down, feeling the warmth beneath the thin layer of her panties.

Crouching down slowly, I kiss her breasts and belly as I sink further and further below. My teeth snag onto the waistband of her undergarment. A low growl escapes my throat as I tug them down, revealing her warm, wet center.

I fully remove her panties, Charlotte stepping out of them. Then I grab her leg and throw her thigh over my shoulder.

Charlotte moans as I bury my face between her thighs. My kisses land soft on the sensitive skin along her legs. Charlotte grabs my head and clings on as if for dear life.

“Oh Gray,” she whispers in a husky voice. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like this so bad.”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted it,” I say, before returning to my worship of her body. Charlotte groans, her hands trying to force my mouth upward.

All in due time, my sweet Charlotte.

I kiss and lick my way up until my face hovers over her swollen lips, inviting me in.

I gently, carefully kiss her quivering clitoral mound. Charlotte gasps, her fingers digging into my hair even tighter. My tongue slowly slides through the groove of her pussy.

“You taste so good, Charlotte.”

She shrieks, body trembling as she clutches me ever tighter. My hands slide around to her back and knead her buttocks, squeezing them to my whims.

Charlotte is a quivering mess. She would likely topple over if she weren’t leaning halfway across me. Her weight feels like nothing. I could do this all day and all night.

Her need is evident in every soft cry, every primal moan. I thrust the tip of my tongue against her swollen clit. Charlotte sucks in air through her teeth and then lets out a long, undulating cry. I repeat the gesture, aware of the fact my pants have grown much, much tighter. My cock throbs with need, the need to be inside of her.

Not yet, though. This is about making Charlotte feel good. I don’t know why the Order would ever target a person as sweet and good as Charlotte. If they even think about hurting her, I’ll make them pay.

Any thoughts of duty or protection fade as I fully rapture myself with her body. I’ve never seen anything so wonderful in all my life, and the sounds she makes are just beautiful.

“Oh Gray,” she cries, letting go of my hair with one hand to pound her fist against the wall. “Oh god, I can’t take it…”

Charlotte lets out a passionate cry that stings my ears. Her grip on my hair grows so tight I think she’s going to make me bald. I keep up the effort until Charlotte half-collapses over me. I lift her onto my shoulder and carry her the short distance to the sofa. She gasps as I throw her down onto its cushioned surface.

“Gray,” she gasps, again and again. “Gray. Gray…”

“Charlotte, I want you. I want to be inside of you.”

Her glazed eyes open halfway, and she bites her lower lip in a sly smile.

“I want that, too.”

I stand up and fumble with my belt. I can’t get these pants off fast enough.