Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Merry Christmas,” she said in shock. “I can’t believe I didn’t say it back.”
Grayson couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Reid insisted on returning sentiments each time he said one to her. It was one of the many things he loved about her. He moved on top of her and settled between her legs, keeping most of his weight on his elbows.
“This is the best Christmas of my life,” he told her as he pressed his lips to hers.
“We haven’t even had it yet. What if you hate my gifts?”
“You’re the best gift of my life,” he told her and then paused. “Minus my heart, but because of it I can love you freely and without reservation.” Grayson pressed his lips to hers again and then deepened the kiss.
Reid’s fingers trailed up and down Grayson’s back. His muscles flexed underneath her touch. They settled on the waistband of his boxers. She played with the elastic before pushing her hands beneath the fabric and digging her fingers into his flesh to bring him closer to her. Their tongues danced together wildly, exploring each other’s mouths with a fiery, intense passion that grew exponentially every day. Grayson’s hand slipped under the hem of the shirt she wore to bed. It was his but looked far better on Reid. He traced circles on her stomach before moving upward to cup her breast.
Reid moaned into his mouth, arching her back as she pressed herself into his hand. Grayson broke the kiss for a moment to admire her flushed face before leaning down to kiss along the curve of her neck. He nipped at her skin gently, making her gasp in pleasure.
He sat back on his knees and pulled her upright with him. In one quick motion he had her night shirt off, and he pushed his boxers off before hovering over her again. Her hand caressed his cheek and then her fingers curved around his jaw, trailing the length until she came to his lips, tracing them.
They never stopped looking into each other’s eyes.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she said to him.
Grayson pressed his forehead against hers for a moment, savoring the closeness before kissing her fiercely again. His hand slipped between them, finding the wetness between her legs. This had been the easy part of their relationship. They had a connection, one he’d denied for far too long. Once he let his guard down and opened himself up to loving her, all bets were off. He couldn’t get enough of her. He didn’t want to. Day and night, his desire for her was like something he’d never experienced before.
He captured her lips again. Reid whimpered softly as he rubbed circles around her clit. Each moan or quiver brought him gratification. Grayson wanted to make her happy, to please her, and he’d do anything he had to in order to make her smile.
When he slipped inside her, he paused and gave himself a moment. Each time for him was like the first time all over again. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, a sure sign it still worked, and as he began to slowly move within her, the moment confounded him. Here he was, making love to the woman he loved more than life itself, on Christmas Eve morning, while she wore nothing but the ring he’d given her as a promise leading up to their future. As far as he was concerned, he was the luckiest man in the world because Reid loved him beyond reason.
Sated and spent, they spent the rest of the morning in bed, dozing in and out of consciousness, making love, and planning for the future. Grayson wanted to look at homes, especially in up-and-coming neighborhoods, or find a condo near a park. A neighborhood to raise their family, but still be close to the things they liked to do. Before he’d asked her to marry him, they’d talked about children. He had always brushed the idea aside because of his health issues. Reid wanted kids, and a dog. She didn’t care about the white picket fence, but she definitely wanted a sexy mom car. Grayson would give her everything. He’d give her the moon if he could.
They finally got out of bed, showered, packed for the two days they’d be away, and almost forgot the gifts they’d purchased for their parents. By the time they left their apartment, they looked like two people leaving for a three-month European vacation and were very thankful their building had an elevator.
When they got outside, they were surprised to find Luther coming up the pathway.
“Your dad is here,” Grayson said so only Reid could hear him. She looked up, and Luther beamed.
“Hey,” she said when he came closer. “Merry Christmas. What’s going on? Everything okay?”
“No complaints,” he said as he wished them Merry Christmas in return. “I thought I’d give you kids a ride to the Haneys’.”