One Enchanted Summer

Chapter 14

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

Quinn

The second our lips touch, the soft and gentleness goes away. Grayson’s hand grips the back of my neck tighter as his lips open and explore mine. This kiss is different from any other before. He knows it. I know it. Our bodies know it. His smell is intoxicating, pulling me even more into every part of his body. His shorts leave nothing to the imagination, and when I feel him, I can’t stop the pleasure that courses through me, knowing that I’m the one who did that to him. I groan as he pushes against me and guides me against the wall. He pulls away and starts kissing down my neck. I can’t stop the little squeak that comes out of my mouth when he does.

“You smell amazing,” I whisper breathlessly.

He chuckles, “Thanks Q.”

“I like that you call me that,” I say. “Is that weird?”

He chuckles again into my shoulder as he slides my strap off my shoulder and follows it with kisses. “It’s not weird.”

My hands wrap around his back and trace his muscles. His hand slowly trails up my leg and my body arches into him. His fingers reach under the hem of my shorts, desperate to get higher. My breathing accelerates as I mimic him and slide my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. He groans and bites gently down on my shoulder.

“You’re killing me, Q,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

He smashes his lips back against mine with a new vigor. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he guides me to his room. He lays me down so gently on the bed as if he’s scared he’ll break me. I sit up and pull off my tank top, watching his eyes glaze as they look over my body.

“My god, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers. The sincerity in his voice makes my heart skip a beat. I’ve never had someone look at me like this before. I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel good naked again. But here with Grayson, I’ve never felt more beautiful and it overwhelms me with emotion.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask.

I have to stop the laugh from bursting out at how quickly he jumps out of bed and grabs one from the nightstand.

He slowly lowers himself back over me, and we fit together so perfectly. He’s slow and deliberate with each movement. He’s thinking about me in each and every methodical thing he does. A breathy gasp escapes my mouth as he kisses a line down my chest and grips my hips tighter. The pressure builds in me until I can’t take any more. My vision blurs as he finally pushes me over the edge and follows right after me.