I don’t want to wait.

I want him to take me, remember that I’m here with him and that I’m his.

My fingers go to his waist, pushing his pants along with his boxers down. We’re barely undressed before he lifts me, and I sink down onto him. Grayson’s breathing is hard against my neck.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

I do, and he positions himself to go even deeper. I lift his face so that he’s looking in my eyes. “I’m yours, Grayson. I’m yours.”

I need him to know that, in this moment, no truer words can be spoken. I love him, and I will only ever be Grayson Parkerson’s.

He jerks up, using all his strength to fuck me. This might be primal, but it’s ours.

“Jessica. You. Are.” He pants hard as he pushes into me again. “So. Perfect.”

My head falls back as the picture falls from the wall. Neither of us care enough to look. If anything, the crash pushes him harder.

“I’m close,” he warns.

I am too. His fingers are digging into my ass as he lifts me higher. I kiss him hard, wishing I could crawl inside him and protect his heart from any more hurt. He healed me, and I wish I could give him the same. A deep rush of emotion comes over me as I think about all that’s happened between us. How lucky I am to have this once again. Grayson, my Grayson, has given me everything and more. He’s loved me so much even when I wasn’t at his side. I love this man so much it’s too much for my body to contain.

Our lips move together, and then I scream, my orgasm hitting me so hard that tears run down my cheeks. “I love you,” I say over and over as Grayson follows with his own release.

We sink to the floor, him still inside me as I cling to him.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but Grayson lifts his head first.

“Are you okay?”

My eyes lift to his. “I’m definitely okay.”

“That was . . . not my plan.”

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“No, well, I wasn’t, but now, I feel . . .”

“You feel what?”

He gives me a crooked grin, the one I love because it makes his dimple deepen. “I feel much better.”

I kiss his nose. “Good. Ironically, I do as well.”

Grayson lifts me in his arms, carrying me like we’re in a scene from a movie into the bedroom. He helps me remove the rest of my clothes, and then we climb into bed. Once settled, there’s an awkward silence around us.

“I’m sorry . . . about before.”

“You don’t owe me an apology.”

His arm is around me, fingers splayed against my back as we press closer. “I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”