I love him now. My legs straddle him, feeling his erection hard between us. I’ve missed this, the way he touches me, bringing me to life in a way only he can.

My shirt lifts, his rough callouses touching the skin on my back as he pulls it up over my head. The fabric falls to the floor, and then he pulls my sports bra down, palming my breast. God, this feels too good. It’s so right, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me, filling me with everything I’ve been missing.

Him.

My head tips back when his tongue runs around my nipple before he takes it in his mouth. Grayson flicks it a few times, causing the moan coming from my throat to be low and husky.

“You feel so good,” I say quietly.

“You feel so right.”

I look down at him, his wording making my breath hitch. “Gray.”

“Don’t tell me to stop.”

I shake my head. “Not this time.”

If we were somewhere else, I might have the strength, but not here. His bed faces the windows looking out at the vista, and I wonder how he did it. It would’ve destroyed me to be here. Just two seconds was enough to have me crumbling inside. Instead of pretending we never were, Grayson lived in it, surrounding himself in our past.

He rolls us again, staring at me as he pulls his shirt over his head. “Do you know how many times I wished for this? How often I rolled over, wishing I’d find you next to me? Can you even fathom how looking out at that view every morning drove me crazy? And then you came back. You came here, and fuck, Jess, I can’t push you away again.”

The deep emotion in his voice breaks me. I want to speak, but I know I can’t because my head is spinning.

I reach up, pressing my palm to his chest. “Love. We. I. Sorry.”

What I want to say is: I love you. I’m sorry I left you. I need you, and this is what we always should’ve been—together.

He leans down. “Don’t say anything. I don’t need the words, love.”

A tear falls down my face as I nod. He kisses me tenderly, and I pray he can feel everything I wish I could express.

He pulls back, wiping it away. “Tell me we’re not dreaming.”

I smile up at him. “We’re not. I would know.”

The crinkle around his eyes softens as his lips turn up. “You would?”

I nod. “Kiss me.”

Right as his lips near mine, a soft sound causes us both to turn our heads. The door creaks open, and then a soft, sleepy voice calls out. “Daddy?”

Before I can do anything, Grayson turns to the side and I go tumbling to the floor.

Chapter 19

Grayson

Shit. Fuck. Shit.