Free Sacking the Quarterback by Samantha Towle Page B

exuding pure sex. I feel it shiver through me.
    “I know how hot you make me,” I whisper.
    His eyes flare with need. Then, his hand goes down and wraps around his impossibly hard cock. “You make me crazy,” he says, sliding his hand up and then down slowly. My eyes are fixed on his hand, riveted. “I’m going to show you exactly how crazy you make me.”
    He reaches his other hand into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet while he keeps working his hand up and down his shaft. He flips his wallet open and pulls out a condom. After he rips open the packet with his teeth, he slowly rolls the condom on.
    When his cock is sheathed, his eyes lift back to mine.
    I tremble from the look in them.
    He moves in between my legs and takes my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. His tongue slides over mine in a mind-blowing, drugging kiss. He breaks away from my lips, his eyes burning into mine, and drops his hands from my face to grab my hips.
    He pulls me forward so my ass is perched on the edge of the table, and he slowly pushes himself inside me.
    The feel of him sliding inside me so deep is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And the look in his eyes…I feel like he’s staring right into the very heart of me. The parts of me that I keep hidden from everyone else.
    I feel exposed, vulnerable, but also…safe.
    While he’s inside me with his hips pressed against mine, his hands come back up to my face. Cupping it, he kisses me again. Gently this time.
    He starts to move, slowly at first. I moan into his mouth, and that’s when his control seems to snap. Our tempo instantly picks up. He’s driving into me and the feeling is beyond incredible.
    Grayson starts moving with an animalistic need. My hands are on his back, nails digging into his skin. The only sound is the rasp of our heavy breaths. No words are needed because our bodies are saying everything.
    And mine is saying a lot. The second orgasm hits me and I’m crying out Grayson’s name, my nails digging deeper into his back. My orgasm seems to set him off, because he yells out a string of expletives, my name mixed in among them, as he comes right after me.
    With his forehead pressed against mine, he closes his eyes and his breath comes out labored.
    “Jesus,” he says. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
    I slide my hands down his back. “I didn’t do a lot. It was all you.”
    “But you’re what I needed—all I need, Mel—it’s you.”
    Then he brushes his lips over mine, kissing me softly. He pulls out of me carefully and takes the condom off. I can’t keep the smile from my lips, because this gorgeous man…the hottest man I’ve ever met…he just told me that the only thing he needs is me.
    “You’re smiling,” he says as he reaches me, moving back between my legs. He slides his hands around my waist.
    “I am.”
    “I like when you smile.”
    Then he lifts me, and instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He starts walking through the kitchen.
    “Where are we going?” I ask.
    His smiling eyes meet mine. “To my bed, so I can make you smile some more.”

Chapter 22
    It’s dark out and Grayson has fallen asleep beside me. I take a moment to look at him. He looks relaxed and at peace. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before. Something pulls at my heart. I knew I had feelings for the man, but in this moment, I realize how strong those feelings are and have the potential to be.
    But I have a lot to do—a man’s life is on the line—so I quickly slip out of bed. After the week that Grayson’s had, I know that he needs his sleep, so I move carefully. I don’t want to wake him. More than anything, I want to stay here with him, but I need to go. I need to help him fix this mess that Tyler has gotten them into.
    I look down at Grayson, tempted to kiss him before I leave, but I resist. I tiptoe out his bedroom and downstairs to retrieve my clothes. After I grab my cell from my bag, I go into the