Raelynn
For a moment, Gray just stares at me, his eyes locked on mine, his chest rising and falling like he's barely holding himself together. Our breaths mingle in the thick silence, and just when I think he's going to kiss me... His head dips, and instead of my lips, his mouth finds my neck.
The contact is sudden, warm, wet. I gasp as his lips graze the column of my throat, his tongue trailing up before his teeth sink in, sharp enough to make me gasp. His hands grip the counter's edge so hard his knuckles go white, veins bulging from the strain. He's holding himself back. Barely.
I tilt my head instinctively, giving him access, and my fingers bury themselves in his hair. The room spins, and I think I might actually lose my mind from wanting him.
The dampness between my thighs is emba
