Grace - POV
When Grayson stirred awake, his lips found mine with an urgency that sent a shiver through me, his kiss rich with desire and a hunger that felt like it had been waiting forever. A soft moan escaped me, the heat of the moment enveloping us both. Our lips parted just enough to catch our breath, the air between us thick with anticipation.
“Grace,” he whispered against my ear, and my heart raced at the sound of my name on his lips.
“Hmmm...” I murmured, lost in the intensity of his gaze, unable to look away.
“I need you,” Grayson breathed, his voice low and full of want. I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant, because that same fire burned inside me, too. His lips curved into a mischievous grin as he pulled me closer, my body pressed tightly against the hard planes of hi
