Elaine
I. was. going. to. die.
The cause of death? P.L.E.A.S.U.R.E!
No, scratch that. P.L.E.A.S.U.R.E by Grayson Adrian Frost!
God! My fingers dug deep into the bed, desperate for something to hold on to as Grayson's mouth—that damned mouth—did the most sinful things I never knew existed.
He wasn't even naked yet.
"Adrian!" I cried out. I never thought I was a crier, but I couldn't shut my mouth even if I wanted to. Not when he held me down like this, his tongue worshipping every inch of me.
"You are beautiful," he rasped. These?" He dug his fingers into my hips, branding me with fiery heat.
"Are absolutely beautiful."
That shut me up. When my eyes found his, my chest felt like it might shatter from the depth of what I was feeling, what he'd stirred with his words. I'd been
