Tessa
“I’m going to need that in writing.” Gray pulled his shirt off over his head and searched around for a piece of paper. He picked up an envelope off a stack of mail and shoved it at me. “Just ‘you’re fired’ and your signature will do it. Your initials even. That’ll be faster.”
Dropping my purse and phone on the nearest surface, I grabbed the envelope and pen. I was still working on my “M” when Gray picked me up, his hands under my ass, my legs wrapped around his waist, and moved us toward the hall to the master. This felt surreal. Exciting and breathtaking. I’d never felt sexual heat like this before. Like a carbonated drink that someone shook up and was about to open. Like something that happened to a wild, free-spirited woman. Not me. This was probably nothing for Gray. I mean, he did this kind of thing all the time. All…the…time…
“Wait! Wait…God, I can’t think. I’m supposed to ask you questions. Birth control? I mean, I’m on the Pill but…”
“I have condoms.” He set me down, taking his hands off my body, which I hated. Why would he do that? He pulled his phone from his back pocket and pushed a few keys, before looking up at me, his blue eyes so crystal clear and blazing hot.
He was eating me up with his eyes, but I knew I still had to ask about the other thing. What was the other thing? Right. “Oh! Are you clean? Like…you know…STDs.”
“Check your phone. I just sent you my test results. Clean as a whistle.”
I grabbed my phone from the end table where I’d tossed it on and checked. Oh, I checked. I may be trying to take more risks in life, but not that kind.
“Awesome. Oh heck. I don’t have test results for you. I’m sorry, I should have planned this better. Well, that’s disappointing. Now we can’t have sex tonight.”
Gray huffed a breath from his nostrils, looking like he was trying to reel himself in.
“Well, that was really, really idiotic of me. Holy cow, I haven’t had sex in over three years, so believe me when I tell you, I’m more disappointed than you are.”
“Tessa…” He stepped toward me with the sexiest grin on his face and the heat turned back up to one thousand percent in his eyes. He took my phone from my hands, tossing both our phones onto the couch without taking his eyes from mine. “…if you haven’t had sex in three years, I’m pretty sure you’re so clean you’re almost a saint.”
Thank God, because I was pretty sure I needed to make love to Gray more than I needed my next breath. He wrapped his hands around my face, tilted it up to his, and brought his lips down onto mine. His firm lips crushed mine, wild and hungry. While our tongues met and tangled, while my hands grabbed on to his muscled shoulders, he walked me backward down the hall. Into his bedroom. I think. I was a bit distracted. With him. He was all hard muscles and warm skin. A light dusting of hair on his chest.
I felt his hands at the hem of my shirt, lifting, pushing me back enough to get it over my head and off. The cool air helped relieve my overheated skin. He toed off his shoes and sank to his knees, unzipping my jeans and tugging them off, a leg at a time, while I used his shoulders for balance. And then he looked at me. At my body. And that was the moment I realized I’d forgotten about my scars.
I watched Gray’s gaze move slowly, following one and then another. He raised his eyes up to mine and opened his mouth.
“Crap. I forgot about the scars.” How could I have forgotten about the scars? I was so caught up in the man and what he did to me, that’s how.
I placed two of my fingers gently against his lips. “Please, Gray. I don’t want you to see my scars. Can you just see me tonight? Please?”
“What scars?” he said, and leaned forward and kissed my belly, his hands firm and sexy on my hips as he pushed me gently until I was sitting on the bed. “It’s just you and me tonight. Now, I’m going to slip you out of your panties and eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
My skin looked pale compared to his tanned hands. His hands didn’t pause or avoid the scars on my legs and body. They also didn’t seek them out. He simply worshipped every inch of my skin with his hands and mouth.
“Oh, Gray,” I whispered because he’d taken my breath away. “Just when I think I know you, you surprise me and—”
“Tessa?” He ran his hands over my thighs, in a long, slow caress. He gave me a gentle push backward until I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. “I live by the motto it’s better to give than receive. But also, when it’s your turn to receive, lie down, shut up, and take it.”
“I can do that.” Only I popped back up onto my elbows to look at him. His wide shoulders between my knees, opening me to him. “Wait, you’re starting down there? My feet don’t do anything for—mmm, oh…my. Never mind.”
I could guess right away part of Gray’s reputation as an excellent lover was purely his attention to detail. His hands and fingers and tongue were everywhere. The man took his time. He found spots on my body that I had no idea were erogenous zones.
He lightly bit my instep while his hot blue eyes burned up at me. Surprisingly, the exact moment Gray sucked my toes into his hot mouth, an electrical connection formed from my toes all the way to between my legs and I throbbed. I went hot and damp, and he hadn’t even made it to my ankles yet.
Watching his lips kiss and nibble their way up my calf and knee and thigh had me panting in anticipation. And while he used his lips and tongue and teeth on his way up one leg, his fingers stroked my inner thigh, working higher and higher with each stroke.
Just when he almost made it to my heat, he took a detour, meandering his lips and hands up to discover the angles of my hipbones.
“Gray,” I said, my voice oozing desperation and neediness. “I think you took a wrong turn.”
“You know we men don’t like to stop and ask for directions.” I felt his lips curve against my belly, before he scraped his teeth across my skin. “It’s okay. I like the scenic route.”
I did too. While his mouth was busy kissing his way across and down my belly, his hands gripped my hips while his thumbs stroked circles on my skin.
Then…finally…he was there.
Warm breath, smooth licks of his tongue, circling around my clit, over and over, as my hips began moving to their own rhythm. His tongue flicked my clit, fast and rhythmic until my whole insides were wound up in a tight, tight coil.
His hands stroked their way up my ribcage, to the underside of my breasts. My breasts are on the small side but are incredibly sensitive. Between his tongue on my clit and his hand on my breasts, my nerve endings were overwhelmed. Drowning in pleasure.
My hands reached for him, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging my fingers into his muscles while my lungs labored, all of me vibrating on a very fine edge. I was balanced on a quivering tuning fork and about to be whipped up into a tornado. And then Gray sucked my clit into his mouth as he pinched my nipple and I was tossed into the vortex of a powerful orgasm.
“Oh, God. Gray!” My body shuddered, my teeth chattered, and goosebumps ran across my flesh. It felt so damn good. Beautiful. Earth shattering. Heart stopping. It had been a long time, too long, since I’d had something similar to that. And by similar I meant what I’d had before paled in comparison. “Nice” didn’t come anywhere close to the sensations Gray had given me. When I could breathe again, I looked down.
Gray’s eyes were on me, watching me. “Christ, I liked that. The taste of you, and watching you come apart.”
He stood, sank a knee onto the bed, and covered me with his body. I loved the weight of him.
I ran my hands along his biceps, over his shoulders and his back. I used my fingertips, running along muscles and dipping into sinews, exploring, cataloging, and memorizing the feel of him. His hard muscles and smooth skin.
“Gray, you still have your jeans on.” My hand slid around to his fly, looking to fix that situation. But his hand covered mine, stilling its movement.
“Change of plans, baby. Anyone who’s gone three years without and wears battle scars like you, coming out on the other side still beautiful and strong—deserves my undivided attention.”
“But—”
He leaned down until his lips were a breath away from mine. “Trust me, we’ll get to me next time. We’ll fuck twice as long, if that makes you feel any better.”
“I trust you,” I whispered as his lips hit mine. “But I’m not sure I can feel any better than I do right now.”
He kissed me for a long time. And he was an excellent multi-tasker because his fingers stroked my breast while he thumbed my nipple. My nipples went tight, and he added a finger to roll them slow, and it was more than I thought I could handle. His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing it firmly, and it felt incredible.
“Gray,” I breathed against his lips. I slid my fingers in his hair, keeping his mouth on mine. The man knew how to kiss. He hypnotized with his kiss. It was addicting. I could spend the night in his kiss.
I pressed my hands against his back, needing him closer, into me. On me. Surrounding me. Rocking my hips into his, loving the weight of him. He kissed me deeper, touching his tongue to my lips like he was tasting me, and he whispered against my lips, “So sweet.”
He slid his tongue up my neck and gave extra attention to the soft, sensitive spot below my ear. I felt his hand slide up my side, over my ribs, to curl around my breast as his whiskey dark voice rumbled against my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Tessa.”
Then he lifted his head, his eyes held mine, his beautiful blue eyes, now dark with desire, held me in a timeless moment. Our breaths caught as he slid a finger into my damp heat. He took his time, sliding his finger in and out of my slick folds while he brushed my clit with the pad of his thumb.
He found the sweet spot again, sending waves of sensation crashing through me. My eyes fluttered closed as I let go and rode the waves of pleasure all the way to the last ripples.