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Then-A lick. Slow. Warm. Trailing right over my nipple. My breath catches.

Teeth graze me. A soft bite. Like he’s claiming what he already knows is his.

My back arches, traitorous. My legs spread, begging. A moan-broken and bitten down-escapes before | can lock

it behind my teeth.

And then it hits me.

This isn’t a dream.

Dreams don’t cwith breath this hot. With hands this big, this rough, this familiar. Dreams don’t make your

whole body throb with memory.

| freeze.

My eyes fly open, lashes clumped with sweat. Darkness. The scent of him-feral, earthy, unmistakable-floods me

before sight. does. That scént. That goddamn scent.

Grayson.

His nslams into my chest like a fucking curse. | suck in a breath, sharp enough to cut my lungs. My brain

screams at my limbs to move, to push, to scream-but I'm melting. Failing.

His mouth is still on me. Licking. Sucking. Drawing circles around my nipple like it’s his favorite thing he almost

forgot he owned.

| whimper again. Louder this time. He groans againstlike he heard it and liked it.

“Grayson,” | rasp. It comes out cracked. Weak. Like | don’t mean it.

He kisses up my chest, past my collarbone, tongue lazy, cruel. “Morning, baby.”

I grab his wrist, but it’s like trying to stop a flood with my fingers. His body is everywhere. On top of me. Inside

me. In my fucking

head.

“You're back,” | whisper, reaching for his face.

Grayson’s mouth drags up my throat. “Miss me?” he mutters against my jaw before he continues showering

kisses there. I'm not really dreaming am 1?

My nails bite into his shoulders-I don’t even know if I'm pushing him off or dragging him closer. Maybe both. “You

left me.” | gasp. “Like | was nothing.”

He pauses-just for a breath. His hand flexes against my thigh. Then his mouth is onagain, rougher this time.

Possessive. Like he’s answeringwith his teeth.

“I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry,” he growls, mouth dragging over my chest like a man starved. “I don’t know how

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can’t stay away from you.”

He kisses me-finally, fully-like he’s trying to erase every second we spent apart with his tongue. It's rough.

Desperate. Too much. His hands are under my thighs, gripping my ass, draggingcloser like he’s starving for

it. Like I'm his last f*cking meal.

| feel him-hard, hot, pulsing through his boxers-and it hitslike a slap.

“I missed you,” he breathes into my mouth, voice cracked and wrecked. “Goddess, | missed this. Missed you.”

That's when | snap.

| shove at his chest. Hard. My breath’s ragged, my lips swollen, thighs still shaking from the way he held me.

“You don’t get to say that,” I hiss, heart slamming like a fist in my ribs.

His eyes flash-hurt, hungry, desperate. He doesn’t back off.

“If*cked up.” His voice is low, strained. “But | still think this is stupid.”

“You think this is stupid?” | snap, pushing him again-hard, this time. “Then what the fuck are you doing here? To

rub it in?”

My voice breaks, but my hands won't stop shaking.

Grayson catches my wrists. “I'm having a hard tprocessing your not my mate Jess. What do you wantto

do?”

“Then what are you doing here? Huh? To remindI'm not yours? Rub it in?”

“I don’t know how to breathe without you, Jess,” he spits, forehead crashes against mine. “I hate that you're not

mine. | fucking hate it. So tell me-how the fuck am I supposed to stay away?”

I'm shaking-because his thigh’s between mine and | can feel everything. The heat. The pressure. My panties

sticking to me. | can’t breathe. Fuck. He's hard-pressed right against me. | feel the twitch of it through his jeans.

And I'm soaked. I'm so fucking soaked | could cry.

“Grayson,” | whisper, voice breaking. “Stop moving. We're talking!”

His mouth slams into rnine-wild, angry, too much tongue. | moan. Loud. Shameless. My thighs clamp around his.

| don’t care. | don’t care about anything. Grayson has me-he fucking has me-and | think | want him to break me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His hand drags up my thigh, knuckles rough. He palms between my legs, cupsthrough the soaked cotton,

and lets out this shuddering breath against my skin.

“You feel that?” he rasps. “That's mine, Jess. That's fucking mine.”

I'm choking. Panting. | can’t even push him away because my hips are rolling up to meet him, desperate and

pathetic.

“Grayson-please-"

He snarls-literally snarls-and yanks my shirt up like it pissed him off. The fabric bunches under my arms. I'm

half-naked, panting, and his mouth is everywhere-wet, open, devouring. My sternum. My ribs. The space right

beneath my breast.

His hips slam down and | feel it-him, thick and hard and grinding right against me..

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“Oh my-fuck-Grayson-"

I can’t.

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| can’t even think. My panties are soaked, sticking tolike they're part of my skin. And every the moves-

that pressure. Right on my clit. Over and over like he’s trying to ruin me.

My legs twitch.

My body jerks.

I'm not doing it. He's doing it. He's making me.

“You're gonna cjust like this?” he growls against my neck. “Huh? Just fromhumping you like a fucking

animal?”

I moan-loud. | can't lie.

Because yes.

Yes, | am. I'm gonna-

“Fuck-Grayson-"

My mouth falls open. My spine bows. My fingers curl into his shirt and | scream-choked, sharp, ruined-right

against his shoulder.

It hitslike a wave of fire.

| don’t even know what's happening anymore.

Just heat. Just slick. Just him.

I'm shaking.

Hard.

Like-fuck. | can’t feel my fingers.

My whole body’s twitching in these little aftershocks, like my nerves don’t know it’s over yet. My chest keeps

rising too fast, like! forgot how to breathe.

“Grayson,” | whisper, but it’s just air. | don’t even know why | said his name.

His weight is still over me. Still between my legs. His forehead drops to my shoulder. We're both drenched.

Sweat. Spit. Me.

God. | cfrom that. From grinding. From him barely touching me.

I blink hard, trying to cback to my body. My thighs are still trembling. My panties are stuck tolike glue.

My whole lower half’s pulsing with leftover heat.

And my brain-

My brain is static.

No thoughts. Just-fuck.

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Grayson doesn’t say anything. Just breathes heavy against my neck, chest still heaving like he’s barely holding

on.

| lift one arm, stupid and slow, and shove weakly at his shoulder. “Move,” | mutter. “You're crushing me.”

He doesn’t move.

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| let my head fall back against the mattress. My throat’s dry. My face is hot. | can feel the sweat cooling on my

skin. And the shame- fuck, it's creeping in. Crawling up my spine now that I'm not blinded by want.

| just-