There was so much restraint in those two words.
Grayson continued, his palm pressed flat against Neville's stomach. Then, it skirted the waistband of his sweatpants with maddening motion, never quite crossing the boundary yet leaving Neville achingly aware of every centimeter of skin that separated them.
A kiss landed on his shoulder, surprisingly gentle. Another was placed at the curve of his neck, lingering but never pressing deep enough to bruise.
Neville was completely lost when it reached somewhere around the time Grayson's mouth reached that spot just below his ear, the one that made his knees threaten to soften.
I want him.
I want him on me.
Inside me.
Neville's body screamed agreement. Every instinct screamed with that desire, demanding satisfaction. He could feel himself responding to Grayson, which bordered on overwhelming. The slick heat dripping from his behind was increasingly impossible to ignore.
Because Grayson had promised.
