Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy) (23 page)

HE EXPLAINS THAT he’s known Vanessa for fourteen years. He met her when he was thirteen and she was eleven. Her family was close to his and remains so today. Their fathers are currently partners in a few business ventures. Both families have encouraged them to be together, but it didn’t work out. They remain close friends and have had sex in between hook-ups, but that is the extent of their relationship.

“Vanessa is a good friend. That’s all. She’s worried that my arrangement with you will blow up in my face if we get caught. She’s just looking out for me.”

I don’t buy it. I know what jealousy looks like when I see it. “She’s in love with you, Grayson.”

“You’re mistaken. She knows better than anyone my stance on relationships. What you’re reading is mistrust. She thinks you have an agenda and wants me to stay away from you. I had to tell her about our arrangement to ease her concerns. She is my Jordan. I’m not having sex with her.”

I believe him. It does sting that she has a deeper connection with him, but I can’t be upset with their friendship – as long as he is not still sleeping with her. I sink down in my seat in frustration. Grayson reaches over and grabs my hand. “Siobhan. It’s you I want in my bed. Please let this go.”

“You mean my bed. Well, my dedicated hotel room,” I correct.

“No. I mean my bed,” he grins.

Holy shit. This is huge. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes.” He squeezes my hand.

“What about blurring the lines?” I ask nervously.

“The fact that I don’t want a relationship remains, but I’ve already slept in a bed with you. Just not my bed. I want to change that. I sleep well with you in my arms. And I can’t say I don’t like the easy access when I wake up in the morning.”

“Sex fiend,” I accuse.

“You love it.” He doesn’t know how right he is.

“Seriously, I want you next to me. We’re both adult enough to understand the terms of our arrangement.”

I understand the terms perfectly, but that doesn’t mean my heart does. It’s statements like this that let me know he isn’t ready to hear how I truly feel. He has to be in denial. There’s no way these intense feelings are one-sided. Every time he gives a piece of himself to me, I fall a little further. My heart is his to do with as he pleases and I’m scared shitless he’s ignorant to this fact. I only hope our continued progress leads to his realization of love blossoming between us. Until then, there’s no doubt I’m going back to the penthouse suite with this man.

“Okay, Grayson. Take me to your bed.”

“ARE YOU HUNGRY?” Grayson leads me to his bedroom and the last thing on my mind is food. After tonight’s events, I need to reconnect with him.

“Not for food.” I don’t wait for him to make the first move. As soon as we cross the threshold of his bedroom, I begin to strip down to my bra and panties. He eyes me with appreciation and his stare ignites a burning desire deep within.

“What are you hungry for then?” he growls.

This is definitely a show-rather-than-tell moment. I begin to unbutton his pants and a smile creeps upon his face. He concedes control to me and lets me undress him. When he’s completely naked and hard for me, I fall to my knees. My intention is clear. I take him in my hand and leisurely lick him from stem to tip. His hands grab my hair as a groan slips past his lips.

“Take me deep, baby.” I’m quick to oblige. I hollow my cheeks and suck him with fervor. His thrust quickens as he starts to come undone. I take as much as he gives until he finds his release. “Fuck,” he screams as he comes. The look in his eyes is purely animalistic. He rips my panties off with one snatch of the fabric. He throws me to the bed and wraps my legs around his head. I love that I’m able to make him lose control. His skilled tongue and fingers bring me three orgasms before he enters me. We spend the next couple of hours having wild, punishing sex before sleep overtakes us both.

I wake up to Grayson looking at me. I can’t read what he’s thinking, but I hope it’s not regret. Our legs are tangled under the cover and my arms are wrapped around his waist.

“Good morning, baby,” he says as he kisses the tip of my nose. “What do you feel like doing today?” Given that our choices are limited unless we leave the city, I just want to have a lazy day where I can have him all to myself.

“My vote is for sex and movies.” God, I’m becoming so wanton.

“I like the way you think. Let’s take a shower and have some breakfast first. Then we can have a movie slash fuck-a-thon,” he teases.

Needless to say, we kick off our fuck-a-thon in the shower. We share three orgasms before actually showering. We definitely work up an appetite. I didn’t bring any clothes because last night was an impromptu sleepover. He wasn’t supposed to be back until today.

“You don’t need clothes if we’re just staying in,” he offers.

“Just give me one of your T-shirts Grayson.” I’m not completely comfortable with nudity outside of sex.

“Okay, but no underwear. I want easy access to your cunt.”

My face flushes ten shades of red. “Jeez. You are so crass.”

“You should be used to it by now, baby. Don’t think I can’t tell what my dirty talk does to you. Remember, I can smell your desire.” He quirks an eyebrow at me, daring me to deny it.

We spend the day watching all the Mission Impossible movies, ordering room service, and having sex during intermission. We’re so comfortable with one another; it feels like we’re in a relationship. At one point I almost let those three detrimental words slip from my lips, but I rein them in. I will wait until I’m sure he feels the same way and can handle hearing that I love him.

I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, but I wake to a silent and dark living room. “Grayson?” I get up, rubbing the remaining sleep from my eyes. I look for him, and he appears in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Come, beautiful. I have a surprise for you.” As I enter his room, my jaw drops in awe. The whole room has been transformed into a romantic scene. Rose petals form a path leading to the bed before being dispersed into a heart on top of the luxurious down comforter. Candles are lit around the room and soft instrumental music sets the mood. The bedside table hosts my now favorite white wine from our last rendezvous, strawberries, and whipped cream.

“Oh. My. God. What is all of this?” I look around the room once again, unable to believe he’s done all of this.

“You like it?” His eyes are questioning. “I don’t do romance, but I felt compelled to give you another first—romantic foreplay. I like seeing you smile and I wanted to give you a piece of the fairy tale even if I can’t give you the entire happily ever after,” he smiles.

“I love it, Grayson. This is so sweet.” My heart slams against my chest. He doesn’t understand he’s making me fall deeper in love with him. How can he not realize this should be forbidden if he expects to the lines of “more” to remain unblurred. I appreciate the gesture and his attempt to do something special for me. I’m going to indulge in his offering of romance, or romantic foreplay as he calls it, and not worry about anything else.

“Come here, baby.” He lifts the T-shirt from my body and peruses my nakedness. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

He rids himself of his own pajama bottoms before laying me on the bed of roses. As he climbs on top of me, he grabs an ice cube from the bucket of wine. He circles my nipples with the ice and my back arches off the bed. The coldness stings slightly, but when his tongue replace the ice my body heats up. He alternates his cold and warm ministrations down my body until he reaches the apex of my thighs. My legs begin to quiver; I need him now. He grabs another ice cube and inserts in his mouth. His torture continues when he begins sucking on my nub. I thrash on the bed as my release gets close. Grayson stills my hips and I grab his hair.

“Grayson, please.” I need him to enter me now.

“Please what, baby?” His wicked smile taunts me. He knows he has me on edge.

“I need ... ” I’m breathless as he continues to lick me.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me?” He winks at me and I nearly come undone. His winks make me so hot.

“I need you to fuck me!” I shout.

“That’s it, baby. That’s how I want you. Desperate and needy for my cock. I told you I was going to enjoy breaking down your barriers.” His smile widens. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done playing.” He flips the cap off the whip cream and dollops some on my breast, down my stomach, and down there.

He takes his time licking every inch until he’s removed it all. I’m about to explode. I grab for his dick in an attempt to speed up this foreplay, but he pins my hands over my head.

“Be patient, baby.” He sucks on my neck and my heads falls back in ecstasy. He finally enters me and I scream out his name upon insertion. I come so hard. He growls as he slams into me. “Damn, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so hard.”

He lifts my leg and begins playing with the rosette between my cheeks. I stiffen at the contact. “Relax baby. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I know where this heading and I’m nervous. I’m going to give him another one of my firsts. I want him to have this piece of me.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees.” I don’t hesitate to do as he instructed. He grabs some lube from the nightstand and rubs some on my anus. “As I insert my finger, I want you to push out.” He inserts one finger and it burns like crazy. He uses his other hand to massage my clit and I’m slowly losing focus as he insert a second finger back there. He stretches me, but the burning is not as intense as it was at first. My release is right there. I can feel it. Grayson uses this time to align his cock to my back entrance. As I fall over the edge, he pushes in with one smooth stroke. Shit that burns. He stills to allow me to acclimate to the intrusion. “Are you okay?” His voice is shaky and his legs are trembling with want. He’s hanging on to his control by a thread. I nod in the affirmative and that’s the only invitation he needs. His control snaps as his hips move like a piston. He slams into me as I push my ass back for him. He can’t seem to get deep enough. He growls out his pleasure and it’s music to my ears. “Fuck. Baby, your ass feels so good. This is mine,” he says as he slaps my ass. The pain has lessened and in its place is pure unequivocal pleasure. He inserts two fingers inside me, and pumps in time with his thrusts until we both reach our destined pinnacle.

He pulls me into his arms and reaches for the strawberries. He feeds me several before having any himself. He pours a glass of wine and I’m in a postcoital haze. No words are needed. I turn slightly to face him and his lips capture mine in a slow sensuous kiss. I straddle his thighs so I can deepen our tongue dance. I release his lips and suck on his neck. His natural smell is so addicting, so virile. He moans my name and I know he’s just as lost as I am. He lifts my hips so he can enter me. I begin a slow ride as I let myself slide up and down his shaft. Another first. I’ve never ridden Liam. Grayson meets my hips with thrusts of his own. He uses his hands to set our pace.

“Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

I smile at his confession. I pick up the pace until we both fall over the edge. Grayson isn’t done with me though. He flips me on my back and enters me once again. He is a stallion in the sack. He brings us three more orgasms before he lets me rest. I don’t think I could move if I tried. He has fucked me into exhaustion. I’ll probably wake up with rose petals stuck to my ass, but it is so worth it. I will never forget this night. We both drift off into oblivion.

“RISE AND SHINE beautiful.” Grayson is already dressed in designer jeans and T-shirt. His hair is still damp so he’s just gotten out of the shower.

“What time is it?” Why didn’t he wake me?

“Just after ten. I thought you could use the extra sleep after the night we had,” he teases.

“Umm,” I say and think back to the fun we had.

“Are you sore?”

“If you’re speaking of everything below the waist, then yes. It’s a good sore though.” He was a sexual beast last night. I knew he had been holding back. “Why do I get the feeling I still haven’t seen your full bag of tricks?”