say no. He could turn and walk away.
But that wasn’t what Grayson was going to do.
What he did was exactly as Eve had said. He didn’t think too much. He didn’t look beyond this moment and the bad mistake he was about to make.
Grayson cursed and pulled her to him.
Chapter Eight
Eve was too afraid to ask Grayson if he was sure about this. She was too afraid to delay even a second because she couldn’t risk that he would change his mind.
This had to happen, and it had to happen now.
Grayson was obviously with her on the now part. He slid down, his back against the tree, and he pulled her down with him.
Eve’s breath was racing already. Her heart pounded against her ribs so hard that it felt her bones would break. She was trembling, scared and cold, but she pushed all those uncomfortable things aside and pressed her mouth to his.
Big mistake.
She felt him stiffen, and the air between them changed. He’d agreed to the sex, to the making a baby part, but that stiff mouth told her that he wasn’t ready or willing to go back to where they’d been.
“All right,” she mumbled, hoping the sound of her own voice would steady her nerves.
It didn’t, but Eve didn’t let raw nerves or Grayson’s steely look get to her. She worked fast, sliding up her dress and moving onto his lap in the same motion. She didn’t meet his gaze. Didn’t want to. This was already difficult enough without seeing the proof of what he was thinking.
And he was no doubt thinking this was a big mistake.
Eve didn’t let him voice that. She knew what she had to do. She’d had years of experience making out with Grayson. After all, they’d had their first kiss when she was fifteen, and they had spent years driving each other crazy.
She knew how to make him crazy.
Eve didn’t kiss him again, but she put her mouth right next to his ear. He liked the breath and heat. He liked the pressure and the touch of her tongue there. Well, at least that’s what used to fire him up. She had another moment of panic when she realized that her mouth might not have the same effect on him as it had back then. He might push her—
Grayson made a slight, familiar sound.
If she’d been any other woman, she might not have even heard the catch in his chest, the small burst of breath that he tried to choke back. But Eve heard those things, and she knew exactly what they meant. This was still a fire spot for him. So were her hands on his chest. Since his shirt was already partially unbuttoned, she ran her fingers through his chest hair. And lower.
Grayson liked lower.
Still did, apparently.
Because by the time she trailed her fingers from his stomach and to the front of his jeans, she found him already huge and hard. She pressed her sex against his.
Eve suddenly didn’t feel so cold.
A thought flashed through her head—this was like riding a bicycle. Well, better actually. Her body knew exactly what Grayson could do to her, how he could make her soar. And fall. That wouldn’t happen now. It couldn’t. She had to keep this as clinical as possible. He was merely a sperm donor here and not her lover.
Eve fumbled with his zipper and finally managed to lower it. No thanks to her hands. She was trembling. So was her mouth, but that didn’t seem to affect the kisses she lowered to his neck.
She reached to take off her panties, but Grayson latched onto her hand. His grip was as hard as the part of him she was pressed against.
Her gaze snapped to his, and again Eve was terrified that he was stopping this. But Grayson didn’t look her in the eyes. He made another of those sounds, a growl from deep within his throat, and he grabbed her with his other hand. He turned her, shoving her back against the tree. The impact and her surprise nearly knocked the breath out of her.
Grayson seemed to have no trouble breathing. He yanked off her panties and pushed his hips between her legs. He was on his knees now, and the weight of him pinned her to
But that wasn’t what Grayson was going to do.
What he did was exactly as Eve had said. He didn’t think too much. He didn’t look beyond this moment and the bad mistake he was about to make.
Grayson cursed and pulled her to him.
Chapter Eight
Eve was too afraid to ask Grayson if he was sure about this. She was too afraid to delay even a second because she couldn’t risk that he would change his mind.
This had to happen, and it had to happen now.
Grayson was obviously with her on the now part. He slid down, his back against the tree, and he pulled her down with him.
Eve’s breath was racing already. Her heart pounded against her ribs so hard that it felt her bones would break. She was trembling, scared and cold, but she pushed all those uncomfortable things aside and pressed her mouth to his.
Big mistake.
She felt him stiffen, and the air between them changed. He’d agreed to the sex, to the making a baby part, but that stiff mouth told her that he wasn’t ready or willing to go back to where they’d been.
“All right,” she mumbled, hoping the sound of her own voice would steady her nerves.
It didn’t, but Eve didn’t let raw nerves or Grayson’s steely look get to her. She worked fast, sliding up her dress and moving onto his lap in the same motion. She didn’t meet his gaze. Didn’t want to. This was already difficult enough without seeing the proof of what he was thinking.
And he was no doubt thinking this was a big mistake.
Eve didn’t let him voice that. She knew what she had to do. She’d had years of experience making out with Grayson. After all, they’d had their first kiss when she was fifteen, and they had spent years driving each other crazy.
She knew how to make him crazy.
Eve didn’t kiss him again, but she put her mouth right next to his ear. He liked the breath and heat. He liked the pressure and the touch of her tongue there. Well, at least that’s what used to fire him up. She had another moment of panic when she realized that her mouth might not have the same effect on him as it had back then. He might push her—
Grayson made a slight, familiar sound.
If she’d been any other woman, she might not have even heard the catch in his chest, the small burst of breath that he tried to choke back. But Eve heard those things, and she knew exactly what they meant. This was still a fire spot for him. So were her hands on his chest. Since his shirt was already partially unbuttoned, she ran her fingers through his chest hair. And lower.
Grayson liked lower.
Still did, apparently.
Because by the time she trailed her fingers from his stomach and to the front of his jeans, she found him already huge and hard. She pressed her sex against his.
Eve suddenly didn’t feel so cold.
A thought flashed through her head—this was like riding a bicycle. Well, better actually. Her body knew exactly what Grayson could do to her, how he could make her soar. And fall. That wouldn’t happen now. It couldn’t. She had to keep this as clinical as possible. He was merely a sperm donor here and not her lover.
Eve fumbled with his zipper and finally managed to lower it. No thanks to her hands. She was trembling. So was her mouth, but that didn’t seem to affect the kisses she lowered to his neck.
She reached to take off her panties, but Grayson latched onto her hand. His grip was as hard as the part of him she was pressed against.
Her gaze snapped to his, and again Eve was terrified that he was stopping this. But Grayson didn’t look her in the eyes. He made another of those sounds, a growl from deep within his throat, and he grabbed her with his other hand. He turned her, shoving her back against the tree. The impact and her surprise nearly knocked the breath out of her.
Grayson seemed to have no trouble breathing. He yanked off her panties and pushed his hips between her legs. He was on his knees now, and the weight of him pinned her to
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