“Grayson?” she demanded, and before he could stop her, she’d whipped off the blindfold and those dark brown eyes stared straight into his. And then she smiled, a smile so bright and beautiful it took his breath away, before she rose over him, her hands on his shoulders as she leaned down to kiss him. He thought he heard her say, “I knew it,” before she captured his mouth with hers. Her kiss was untried but eager, and her hands coursed over his body as her tongue stroked his lips and inside his mouth. He curved his hands around her back, intending to push her away, to deal with the ramifications of her discovery, but she coursed her palm down the front of his shirt to close over his cock through his trousers. “I thought about doing this all day yesterday,” she said, breaking the kiss to focus on unfastening his trousers, smoothing her palm over his erect sex before he could gather his thoughts to help her. “So different.” “From what?” he managed as she closed her fist around him, and he couldn’t resist pumping against her hand.
