Holy God.

I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping him.

“Shit,” he hisses. His hand comes down so he can shove his jeans down to the floor. He wraps his big hand around mine and moves my hand up and down, so we’re both driving him wild. And, damn, it’s hot.

“That’s it, harder—grip me harder.”

I tighten my grip, giving him what he needs. His hand leaves mine, and I keep working him up and down. He wraps my hair around his hand, and then takes my mouth in a hot kiss.

The hottest, wettest, dirtiest kiss I have ever experienced in my life. The kind of kiss that could make a girl come. And honestly, with his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hand, I feel like I could at any second.

His hand drops from my hair and pulls my silk shirt out from the confines of my skirt, kissing me all the while. He unfastens a couple of the buttons, and after he breaks away from my mouth, he pulls the shirt over my head.

His eyes drop to my breasts, which are still covered by my white, lacy La Perla bra.

Moving back from him, I take my hand out of his pants. I reach back and unfasten the clasp on my bra. Sliding the straps down my arms, I drop it on the table.

When I look back to Grayson, his eyes are on fire.

His large hands come up and cup my breasts, and he brushes his thumbs over my nipples, making me shiver. His lips lift at the corner and he bites down on that smile. Then he lowers his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around and in less than a moment, I’m squirming. His mouth feels exquisite.

“God, Grayson,” I pant. I’m burning up, desperate for his touch. I push my hips forward, needing contact…needing him.

He must have read my body language, because he drops to his knees before me. With his hands curling into my skirt, he tugs it off me. I lift my hips. Skirt gone, he yanks my panties down, tosses them over his shoulder, pushes my thighs apart, and puts his mouth on me.

“Oh, my God!” My head drops and my hands press to the table as they try to grip the flat surface. “Grayson!” I cry.

There, on Grayson’s kitchen table, I have my first orgasm from him. God, don’t let it be the last. It explodes out of me in a toe-curling, mind-blowing release. I’m still trembling when he gets to his feet.

“Do you know how hot you are?” His voice is a rasp, exuding pure sex. I feel it shiver through me.

“I know how hot you make me,” I whisper.

His eyes flare with need. Then, his hand goes down and wraps around his impossibly hard cock. “You make me crazy,” he says, sliding his hand up and then down slowly. My eyes are fixed on his hand, riveted. “I’m going to show you exactly how crazy you make me.”