Shotgun Wedding: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Natasha Tanner, Ali Piedmont Page B

with his tongue and his fingers.
    "Gray, I can't—I can't stand anymore," I cry out. I can feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm on the horizon but still elusive.
    Gray stands suddenly, grabbing my waist and pulling me to him. His kiss is rough, brutal, and I love it. I grab his hair, pulling him closer to me. Closer still. His tongue is inside me, all over me. I can taste myself on his kiss.
    "Fall," Gray order. "I've got you."
    He whirls me around, so my back is pressed to his front. One of his arms locks around my middle, not hurting me, just holding me up. His other hand goes to work between my legs, expertly finding my center and rubbing, faster and faster. He bends down and whispers in my ear, his short beard rubbing against my cheek.
    Everything burns so beautifully.
    "I missed you, Kat, I missed you so goddamn much."
    I whimper and reach an arm up, blindly, to grab his neck. I'm beyond shame now, thrusting and trying to find my release.
    "That's it, sweetheart, ride my hand. Ride my fucking hand."
    At his dirty words, I can't help it—I do. With a cry I work my hips faster, his fingers slipping around and then, suddenly, inside of me.
    I yelp and freeze. Can he tell I'm a virgin?
    "Shhh," Gray whispers. And suddenly he's thrusting with one long, strong finger, slowly filling me. "Shit, sweetheart, you're so hot and so tight." He moves his hips behind me, and I can feel his cock pressed so hard against me I bet it'll leave an impression.
    I love that idea.
    "Oh Gray, oh don’t stop," I say.
    And then he…does?
    "What?" I gasp. That's when he grabs me, lifts me up in his arms, and carries me out of the bathroom. "What are you doing!"
    "The first time my girl comes, I want to see her face," is all he says by way of explanation.
    Gray carries me effortlessly into the bedroom, both of us dripping wet. He throws me onto his bed and then crawls over me, wet and naked and gorgeous, so that he's right on top of me.
    "Spread your legs," he growls.
    "I'm not—I don't want to—"
    "I'm not fucking you, Kat. But I want those legs locked around my waist for one minute, so I can imagine what it will feel like when I wake up one day, with you naked next to me, and I roll over on top of you before I slide inside your tight, wet, hot pussy."
    "Oh." That didn't sound so bad.
    And then he's on me, and I wrap my legs around him. His cock nestles onto my stomach, and Gray somehow holds most of his weight off of me, while at the same time leaning down, cocooning me with his beautiful beast of a body, and kissing me senseless.
    I'm just about to say, screw it—no, screw me —when he rolls to the side, slides an arm under my neck, and looks at me. He's here, so close to me. I reach up and trace his jawline, the thick stubble grabbing at my fingertips. At my touch, he closes his eyes. For just a moment.
    He looks like he's in pain.
    Or maybe it's pleasure.
    Everything's running together.
    Gray opens his eyes and kisses me while his free hand traces my nipples, moving from my left breast to my right, and back again. I'm shivering, and it's not because I'm cold.
    He leaves a trail of goosebumps as he moves his hand lower, lower, lower. He finds my clit like it's a beacon, a magnet. He works it perfectly, slowly, until I'm writhing in his arms, breathing heavily, our mouths open, our lips touching. We're not quite kissing; we're just breathing each other in, teasing each other with our hands and our lips and our tongues and our very breath.
    I don't know what to do with my hands, or my heart. Thankfully Gray takes the lead. His fingers keep spinning, spinning, keeping me on edge, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, but just as I'm almost there , he draws back. He laughs as I growl, frustrated, then begins slowing pumping one finger in and out of me.
    Oh God. I hadn't ever really done much to discover my g-spot. But, but, I think Gray has done some research on the subject.
    "Gray," I moan. "Gray, I want—I need—"
    "Tell me