Page 27 of Broken Strings

"Lose the skirt, Mina. Let me see. Let me worship."

I exhale a shaking breath and tug my skirt and panties down, letting them pool at my feet.

He keeps his eyes locked with mine for a heartbeat before slowly dragging his gaze down my body. I fight the urge to fidget beneath his careful attention, letting him have this moment like he let me have mine. He sucks in a sharp breath when his eyes land on my breasts, his pupil flaring.

"Fuck," he groans. "They're bigger."

"Blame your daughter."

"You mean thank her every day for the rest of my life? Noted," he says, making me smile.

His gaze drifts down again, over my stomach. I fight the urge to cover the stretch marks that are now a permanent part ofme. I'm not ashamed of them, not exactly. I just…I feel raw and exposed. Jittery. No one has ever looked at me and saw me the way he does. No one has ever wanted to see me the way he does.

"I can't wait to kiss every one of those," he whispers. "It's as close as I'll ever get to worshipping your pregnant body, baby."

I cover my mouth, choking on a sob.

His gaze slides down over my mound, a groan rumbling from his lips. "Still so fucking perfect," he rasps. "You've always had the prettiest little pussy, Mina. I can still remember exactly how it tastes. How fucking tight it grips my cock. How wet it gets when I'm fucking you with my tongue." His eyes flash to mine, stormy gray. "Tell me I can have it again."

"Y-yes," I whisper. "Please, Grayson."

He's on me before the words even leave my lips, dragging me into his arms. I cry out, practically sobbing as he hauls me up against his chest, his hands burning like fire against my bare skin. His lips come down on mine as he storms toward the bed, his tongue already wreaking havoc on my senses.

I sink onto the bed beneath him, his weight bearing me down as he crawls over me. His bare chest against mine is the most exquisite sensation. It's been so long. So damn long.

I sob against his lips, clinging to his shoulders. I don't want to let him go. I want to stay right here like this, with his weight pinning me to the bed and his scent surrounding me. This is where I'm supposed to be. This is my happy place.

Except, he isn't satisfied yet. He breaks from my lips, kissing a trail down my throat. He nips and bites, refreshing the mark he left there yesterday.

I dig my nails into his upper arms, my back bowing from the bed when I feel what he's doing. I want it. Need it. God, I hope it never fades.

He sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, biting down gently. Sparks of intense pleasure shoot through my body as he swirlshis tongue around the sensitive bud before releasing it with a wet pop.

He lavishes the other breast with the same intense devotion until I'm writhing beneath him, my hands fisting in his long hair.

"Grayson," I gasp, tossing my head restlessly against the pillow. "Please, I need…"

"I know what you need, baby," he rumbles against my skin. "I'm going to give it to you."

I whimper in response to his promise…and again when he kisses a fiery trail down my body, his lips dragging over my quivering flesh.

When he reaches my stomach, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin. His eyes lock with mine. My breath stalls in my chest at the expression on his face. It's so damn fierce, so damn devoted.

Slowly, reverently, he dips his head, placing a tender kiss against the deepest stretchmark on my stomach. I bite my lip, fighting a sob.

He wrecks me as he seeks out and kisses every single mark, his devotion and gratitude spilling across my skin as hot tears leak from his eyes. Tears prick my eyes, too, the raw emotion of what he's doing, the pure love and gratitude pouring from him, stealing my breath.

His hand slips between my thighs as he continues his sensual pilgrimage, familiarizing himself with every change pregnancy wrought on my body. His talented fingers find my wet, aching sex. I moan brokenly, arching into his touch when he circles my clit, sending pleasure coiling through me.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he groans appreciatively, teasing my entrance with two fingers. "I can feel how much you want this, Mina. How desperate you are for me."

"Yes," I whimper, lifting my hips into his touch. "I've missed you so much. Missed this. Please, Grayson…"

This isn't like it was yesterday. This isn't desperation and pain. This is healing. This is us…how we used to be. Back when he'd torment me with pleasure for hours, just because he could. Just because I was his and he was mine and we could do whatever the hell we wanted. I missedthis.

He shoulders my legs further apart, making room for himself between them. I feel the scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs as he places worshipful kisses there, too. It's like he can't stop himself. Now that I'm right here in front of him again, he has to touch me everywhere, taste me everywhere.

The first swipe of his tongue through my folds is too much bliss for one woman to contain. I'm not supposed to feel like this. It's not supposed to be this damn good. And yet…it is.