Two hours wasn’t going to make or break a damned thing in this investigation, and her brother would sleep at least that long anyway.  Or Gray would let him sleep that long.  He wanted answers from the man, but he wanted Dante Girabaldi’s sister more, right at the moment.

Gray walked into the bedroom shucking his clothes as he went.  He threw back the covers on the bed, and plopped down to wait.  Ten minutes later when she hadn’t appeared, he sprang up to find his wallet in his pants, pulled out the condom that had been in there for a year, since his failed attempt at online dating, and sheathed himself. 

Anticipation buzzed through him as he laid back down, but after twenty minutes, he was ready to go find her and drag her to the bedroom if necessary.  He sat up, the bedroom door opened and she appeared.

“What in the hell took you so long?” he growled and she flushed as she closed the door behind her.

“Well…I left the cup of oil I mixed up earlier on the counter, and Levi used it to cook breakfast.” Her lips twitched and a giggle burst from her mouth. “I’ll bet those eggs are savory. Caleb came in and fixed himself a heaping plate of them, then said they tasted funny.”

Laughter gathered in Gray’s chest and his insides loosened as Mickie reached behind her to lock the door, then walked toward him.  She stopped at the side of the bed.

“Roll over,” she said, but Gray shook his head.  He sat up and took the oil from her to set it on the nightstand.

“Take your clothes off, Michaela. I want to see you.”  Every square inch of her beautiful body that he didn’t take time to see before. 

He got up, walked across the bedroom to the window and opened the curtains wide.  The room filled with sunshine and he turned and lost his breath as his eyes locked onto her beautiful breasts.  His thoughts at the coffee shop and his fantasies were confirmed—dusty pink areolas and dime-sized, slightly darker nipples.  Nipples that were rigid, areolas that were puckered, because she wanted him.

His tongue sizzled, and his mouth watered to taste her.  His palms itched to feel that perfection in his hands.  Memories of how tight she was, how her inner walls squeezed him made his cock swell and the condom feel like a tourniquet.

Slow down, Grayson. This one is for her.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked over to her.  His hand shook as he raised it and let it hover over her skin for a moment as the energy of her body melded with his to zip up his arm and raise every hair.  This perfect woman was his other half—a treasure to be loved, shown affection and appreciated, not fucked in anger.

He moved his eye to hers. “My father was an ambassador, now a Senator, so I’ve traveled a lot—been to almost every museum in the world and seen every work of art.  You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

A tremor rocked her and she whimpered.  Her hand closed over his to press it to her breast.  “I need you, Gray—please,” she whispered, moving sideways with him to the bed.  She sat on the edge, and his muscles contracted as her fingers trailed down his stomach, dragging fire down with them to his groin.  “But I need to know that you believe me. That you trust me, first.  Without trust, amore isn’t possible.”

Gray dropped to his knees, took her face in his hands and she met his eyes.  He built a wall in his mind to cordon off the insecurities that had plagued him since Mona.  He did have good instincts, and he should trust them, which would allow him to trust her.  That was the problem here, and why he kept waffling on her guilt or innocence.

“I do believe you, Michaela,” he said, swallowing hard as he fought to keep that tenuous wall in place.  The wall stood, but his demons were so powerful, one scaled it. But considering what I’ve found so far, what you’ve kept from me, how can I trust you?

Temptation incarnate, Michaela slid her arms around his neck and brought her beautiful smile up close and personal with his mouth.  She nipped his lower lip, then sucked it between her teeth.  As she pulled back, Gray moaned, feeling those teeth on his dick.

Her warm breath fanned his mouth.  “Love me, Gray,” she whispered, and a blinding surge of love and need roared through him. 

I do, his brain whispered back, as he kissed her deeply, pushed her back onto the bed and her body fit perfectly into every niche of his own.  But I still don’t trust you.

Sliding down her body, Gray nuzzled his face between her beautiful breasts and inhaled deeply. He cupped her breast, rubbed his right cheek against her silky skin and she whimpered. When he skimmed his mouth up to the top of the soft mound, her nipple slipped between his lips and a tremor rocked her. 

A warm tidal wave of pleasure washed through him as he rolled the bud between his lips, flicked it with his tongue.  Her back arched and her hands came up to frame his head.  He released the suction to lathe the rigid peak with his tongue.  Her salty, spicy taste excited his taste buds and the nails she dug into his scalp lifted every hair on his body.

“Oh, mmm—yes,” Mickie hissed, squirming under him when he sucked her into his mouth.

Gray took his time, flicking her nipple with the end of his tongue until she wailed in sensual agony.  He sucked her again, holding her to the roof of his mouth as he tugged and his other hand found her left breast.  He irritated her nipple with his thumb, pinched it, as he continued sucking and licking her right breast.  He could spend all afternoon just worshiping her breasts.

“Oh, Dio. Please, Gray,” she begged, a gurgling moan punctuating her plea. 

He had never been with a more responsive woman.  Her little mewls and moans let him know her body was on fire for him, and that was a huge turn-on.  There was something else different about this experience too, though.  Something deeper than a mission to pleasure her. 

Gray wanted to put his brand on her, stamp her as his, make her crave only him.  And he would, before he gave them both the ultimate satisfaction.  She pulled her leg up to rub her calf against his hip, before locking it over his back to grind herself against him. 

It was time to move further south, he thought, smiling against her skin as he released her with a pop and kissed his way down her midsection.  When he slid his arm under her thigh, she gasped, tensed then sat up on her elbows.

“No—you can’t! I, ah, didn’t, um, shave,” she squeaked, her eyes frantic.

Women, he thought, grinning up at her.  They just didn’t understand that most men didn’t want to fuck a pre-pubescent.  Gray was one of those men—and he would make sure she never shaved again.  He loved the soft fuzz that tickled his face when he kissed a woman there.

“Watch me,” he said, lifting her calf over his shoulder, then adding its mate to the other shoulder. 

The thought of her watching him do this to her was tinder to his own desire. He lifted her hips higher, put his hands under her bottom to prop her up and buried his face in heaven.  Sweet, spicy and definitely turned on, he thought, as his nostrils flared and he inhaled her rich scent. 

He studied her dusky pink folds which matched her areolas, and his mouth watered as his head dipped lower and his tongue came out to lick her hot flesh.  She screamed, her back slammed to the mattress and she fisted the sheet.  And closed her eyes—that wasn’t going to work, he thought, lifting his head.

“Look at me, Jersey. Tell me you like what I’m doing to you.”

“Too much,” she croaked, her voice raw.  But her eyes popped open and she looked drugged as she lifted on her elbows.

Gray smiled, lowered his head but didn’t bury his face.  He extended his tongue so she could see it, and her throaty moan was the soundtrack of his slow journey to her clit.  Her juices tantalized his tongue as he curled it around the swollen bud and another tremor rocked her.  A glance told him she was still watching him, but her curled fists said it was a battle.

“You’re torturing me,” she hissed, mewling when he flicked the bud repeatedly like he had her nipple. She squirmed, but he continued his barrage.  Her body shook, her moans became louder until she screamed, “I can’t watch.  I have to come now.”

“Not yet,” Gray mumbled against her skin, his breath heating her scent, her hood trapping it there to intoxicate him.  He moved one hand closer to her ass, brushed her anus with his thumb and she whimpered.  He sucked the bud into his mouth, closed his teeth around the plump cherry, dipped his thumb into the tight ring then sucked her hard.  Michaela’s body went rigid, she wailed and he had to hold her tighter to keep the pressure because she was shaking so violently.

“That’s how you come, baby,” he mumbled, as he held her between his teeth before releasing her.  Her body was limp when he eased her back to the mattress, took one final pass through her wetness, then pushed up to his knees with a satisfied sigh.

“Dio, I have no bones,” she said, as he moved to lay by her side on the bed. She turned her face and her glassy eyes met his. “You are the devil, and you’ve stolen my bones, perno.”

“Perno, huh? What does that mean?” Gray asked.

She smiled as she raised her hand to his face.  “It means stud, but don’t get a big head.”

“If I ever did, I’m sure you’d split it in half with your purse,” Gray said, with a laugh.

This woman made him laugh—a lot—something he hadn’t done in a very long time.  She was cute, smart, and sassy. Not to mention hotter than hell. 

Please don’t let her be lying to me.  Gray growled and she frowned.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, moving her hand to his shoulder.

“Nothing,” he snarled, as he shoved his hand into her hair and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her fiercely, she opened her mouth and he buried his tongue inside so she could taste herself on his tongue. 

She moaned, whined, and drank deeply as she wrapped her arm around his neck to pull him closer.  Nothing had ever been sexier. He rolled her onto her back to kiss her deeper, swallowing her moans as he spread her thighs and moved between them. 

His dick throbbed and swelled as the head of his cock slipped into her heat.  Gray sucked in a sharp breath as blood rushed to his head, his balls tightened, and an imminent orgasm bore down on him.  This wasn’t going to be a two-hour thing after all, he’d be lucky to last two more minutes, he thought, sliding his mouth from hers to kneel above her.  She sat up and shook her head, then crawled to her knees and pushed his chest.

“My turn to torture you,” she said, and her mouth curled into a cat-like smile.

“Next time, baby,” he said, pulling her onto his lap. “My breakfast was a little too rich, and I need to finish this.”

“That could be because Levi used my oil to cook it,” she said, and he laughed.

“No, it’s because you watched me cook it,” he replied, lifting her to lay her back on the mattress.  “We’ll have to do that often.”

Gray lifted her hips and found her opening.  She braced her hands on his forearms and hissed as he pushed his head inside her body.  Wet heat surrounded him and burned through the condom, her body pulsed around him urging him deeper.  She clenched her inner walls tighter, his balls drew up again.  He was scared to pull out, tried to just hold there and get control, but Michaela had other ideas.  With a whimper, she planted her heels on the mattress, pulled and pushed in two quick strokes of her luscious hips and Gray’s body rocked with his release.

Dante might be right about his stamina. Especially with this woman.  He’d have to work on that, he thought, gritting his teeth as he rode out the ferocious waves of heat that poured from his body into hers.