Now or Never

fast.
    “Grayson. You called me, remember?”
    He was right. She knew exactly what they were going to do, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. But she still shivered as she gripped the hem of her shirt and peeled it off, Derrick watching her every move. She shimmied out of her jeans, kicking them to the side.
    Derrick’s lips quirked as his eyes shifted to her chest. “All of it.”
    Grayson fumbled with her bra, her hands trembling as she freed her breasts to the chill air of the hotel room. The feeling of his gaze on her naked torso sent heat straight to her core. She slid off her panties, trying to act like it was no big deal, but she had never felt so exposed in her life. She had to force her hands to stay at her sides instead of covering her breasts.
    The room was so quiet, too quiet. She wished there was music playing or something else to fill the silence. As if the room had heard her thoughts, the air conditioner kicked on. The soft hum relaxed her.
    Derrick was still fully clothed. She crossed the room slowly, feeling extremely vulnerable under his intense but approving gaze. He watched her as if she was a piece of art on display, and it made her nervous as hell.
    Every step took her closer to him, yet he didn’t move an inch. He stood with his hands at his sides, his body lazy and confident. Grayson suddenly had an overwhelming feeling she’d bit off more than she could chew with this man.
    With her heart nearly in her throat, Grayson pressed her body to his.
    He reacted immediately, one strong hand moving to cup her butt, jerking her against him possessively. His thumb glided across her bottom lip, the touch of his finger felt like fire. Too fleeting as his hands fell away.
    Derrick tugged off his shirt, exposing his broad, muscled chest. Grayson’s hands shook as she traced her palms over his rippled stomach, her back arching so that her breasts flattened against his hot skin.
    Her fingers fumbled over his pants. She was determined not to let him see how nervous she was, but it took her three tries to open his pants.
    Standing on her tippy toes, Grayson kissed him slowly at first, and he responded with urgency, his fingers tangling in her hair. He tasted like cinnamon, and smelled masculine and earthy. His body was warm and firm against hers.
    Breaking the kiss, Derrick turned her so she was facing the mirror, and then kicked off his pants. He drew close, his hard body a long line against her back. Slowly, he pulled her hair to the side. She closed her eyes and sighed as his warm lips brushed her shoulder. One of his legs nudged her foot, spreading her legs.
    A thrill shot through her as the weight of his body pressed her forward, bending her over the table. She grasped the edge of the wood, her breath uneven. His hand trailed down her neck, going lower until he reached her breast. Her chest heaved as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, causing her body to tingle.
    She was already wet before his other hand strayed and began to caress her. His fingers were gentle and expert. She heard herself making noises in her throat, completely at the will of his touch.
    Breath ragged, Grayson waited. She groaned as his fingers plunged inside of her. His teasing was driving her mad, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. She tried to turn around, but he pressed his body harder against hers. He was in complete control, and he knew it. Sex was the one area she always felt the need to have some control, so this was new to her.
    He lowered his head, his warm tongue on her neck, and then made his way to her ear. “What do you want?” he whispered.
    Their eyes met in the mirror, and what she saw in his green-eyed gaze made her stomach flutter. His lips softly touched the nape of her neck, causing her to lose what little self-control she had left. She watched through the mirror as his hands inched up her stomach to her breasts, moving slowly in circular caresses. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.
    “Grayson, I asked you a question,” he murmured into her ear.
    “You, Derrick,” Grayson whimpered, hating herself because she knew it was true. “I need you. Please.”
    He grabbed her hips with his warm calloused hands and slid inside her. Slowly. Inch by inch, he opened her and filled her. She closed her eyes, a moan in her throat.
    Derrick wrapped his hand around her long hair and pulled her head up. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch.”
    Her eyes snapped open. Her face was