BELLE

Grayson’s lips moved against mine, soft like silk. A content grumble escaped his throat as he moved so that he was between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving intense sparks traveling throughout my body.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle into his hair. He reached his hands under my shirt and raised it up.

I instantly pulled away and grabbed his hands to make him stop. “I-I’m sorry,” I said. He moved back as well and looked at me. He smiled slightly and then rubbed his nose against mine. “It’s perfectly okay, beautiful. I’m in no rush.”

I...