Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) by Marie Skye Page A

all spikey looking, like he ran his hands through it a million times. Did he still want me like I wanted him? He looked my way, and I swear it was like the very first time he looked at me. That raw spark was still there. He arched a brow. I dropped my bag and ran to him, clinging to him tightly. He lifted me up effortlessly. I didn't even need to ask him what he was doing here. I already knew.
    "I was coming home. I swear," I said between him kissing me.
    He pulled back slightly and gave me a sly grin. "I know. I was coming to get you.”
     
    We laid in bed, wrapped around each other tightly. Grayson stroked my hair softly. “You want to tell me what that was all about?” He spoke low, almost in a whisper.
    I cleared my throat. “I don’t need that apartment anymore.” I felt him nod above me.
    “Are you sure?”
    I let out a deep breath. “Yeah. My home is with you, Grayson. If you still want me.” The last part came out shakier than I thought.
    He pulled me tighter. “Why wouldn’t I? You and me, remember? We wouldn’t be normal if we didn’t fight, or get frustrated with each other. Of course, I prefer dealing with my frustration differently than most people.” He reached down and plucked my nipple.
    I groaned. My thoughts went back to the other night, how he primed me up several times, and no matter what, I still never got my release. My body was tense and on edge, and just him touching me set fire through my veins. Before I could squirm away, he kissed me hard, and nibbled my bottom lip before trailing down my body.
    My eyes started to tear up, and I jerked the moment his mouth found my clit. I wanted to come so bad, but if this was going to be like the other night, then I needed to stop. I couldn’t do that anymore. My tears were flowing faster. “Grayson.” It came out as a whisper, and I barely even heard myself. He inserted two fingers, and I moaned louder. “Grayson, stop,” I whispered louder.
    But he didn’t stop. He kept going, building my orgasm up. And I knew he would stop right before I fell over. I gripped the sheets so tightly, I was amazed they didn’t rip. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes. “Attic!” Grayson stilled and rolled up on his knees; he looked at me frantically as I lay there crying.
    “Emmalin, did I? Baby, what is it?” He scooped me up in his arms, and I just blubbered like a fool on his shoulder. He looked at me, wiping my tears away. “Hey. Talk to me. Did I hurt you?”
    I shook my head. “I don’t want to hold them back. I can’t. Don’t make me do it. Please.”
    He gripped me to him tightly, and sighed. “No, Emmalin. There won’t be any orgasm denial.” He kissed the top of my head.
    “I didn’t want to safeword you, but I couldn’t go through that again.”
    “Baby, I’m glad you did. Sometimes I push you too far, and I need to control that better.”
    We sat there, him holding me tightly, before he looked at me and smiled. “I still want to finish what I started, if you’ll let me?”
    “Just make love to me,” I whispered against his lips. I watched as his face softened, and he smiled before kissing me hard.
     
    I sat at the kitchen bar, stirring creamer into my second cup of coffee. Grayson hadn’t come down yet. I looked into my cup. This coffee wasn’t working to wake me up. I’ve been so tired lately, I seriously thought about adding a nap into my routine just to get through the day. To be a kid again. Then again, we know how my childhood turned out. My phone dinged, and I immediately tensed, hesitating before looking at it. I let out a breath, seeing it was just Isabella.
    Isabella: Girls’ night tonight? A group of us are heading out. I feel like dancing!
    I smiled. I didn’t get to see her much with our work schedules, and with her traveling all the time.
    Me: Put me as a maybe!
    Grayson finally walked into the kitchen. “What are you smiling at?”
    I looked up at him as I sat my phone down. “Isabella. She wants to go out