Then we were both in luck—
All I wanted was him.
I sucked in a deep breath and asked the question I thought I already knew the answer to. Maybe I didn’t even ask it for me. Maybe I asked it for him, so he would understand that I was sucking him in deep and I wasn’t letting him go.
“So we’re doing this?”
He set his fork down, leaning across the table, and cupped my cheek in his hand, holding my gaze. The force of his stare flooded me with warmth, his voice low and gravelly.
“We’re doing this.”
Thank god.
We finished eating in silence, Gray giving me smiles that did more to wake me up than the coffee. Definitely ready for round four.
When we’d finished, I stood up and grabbed the plates to clear the table.
“I’ve got this,” he interjected.
I shook my head. “I can do it. Why don’t you sit and relax? I cooked breakfast, I don’t mind cleaning up.”
He grinned. “I mind. You cooked. I’ll clear. It’s only fair.”
I opened my mouth to protest, enjoying the experience of fussing over him.
A gleam entered his eyes. “Besides. You promised me dessert.”
I so did.
“Go upstairs and get naked. I’ll be there in a sec.”
Maybe he was right, and I had many instances of getting my way in my future. But for now, I was more than happy to let him have his.
I went upstairs and got naked.
Gray
Just the idea of Blair naked, waiting for me in bed, had me hard. Especially now that I knew what to expect after last night.
But then I walked into the bedroom and I about had a heart attack.
However she carried herself in public, the Blair I got in the bedroom was something else entirely.
She laid spread out on my bed, her knees up, legs crossed at the ankle, hair fanned out over my pillow, completely naked.
My lungs dragged in air, my heart hammering as I struggled to breathe. There was no one like her. No one had ever come close.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t get my shit together enough to even form words, so instead I let my body take over. I knelt down on the bed, moving forward until I hovered over her. I stared down into her beautiful eyes, and lowered my lips to kiss away the smile on hers.
And then my hips settled against her, and her legs wrapped around my waist, and she decided I was wearing too many clothes.
I’d intended to take my time, to explore the parts of her body that I’d rushed over last night, to tease her until we were both craving release. Blair took my plans and threw them out the window.
Her mouth devoured mine, her hands gripping the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my skin until she couldn’t go any farther, and I reared back, yanking it over my head. And then her hands were everywhere, and her mouth left mine, kissing her way down my neck, my chest. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair, the sensation of her lips on me so fucking good.
Her fingers found the waistband of my boxers, and she slid them down my hips, her hand growing bolder until she held my cock in her palm. Our gazes locked as she stroked me, her lips parted in an invitation I couldn’t resist. I kissed her while my hands caressed her breasts, while my fingers played with her nipples.
I released her mouth, and then I was kissing my way down, my tongue flickering over each nipple before I drew the bud deeper inside, while my hand went between her legs, my fingers grazing her clit, her body coating my fingers in her wetness.
My teeth grazed her nipple and her back arched as I drove my fingers inside, her pussy tight around me. I slid in and out, her hips arching against my hand, my middle finger curling, seeking, finding. Blair moaned when I hit the right spot, and then my thumb began stroking her clit, rubbing back and forth until her hips began thrashing, her back bowing over the bed. I brought her to the edge of orgasm, so close I could feel the tremor building inside her, desperate for release.
Blair’s eyes slammed open. “Why’d you stop?”
I grinned. “You promised dessert.”
I slid down her body, spreading her legs wider, enjoying the show, pretty and pink, and so fucking wet. I wanted to taste her, wanted to make her shatter against my mouth.
She began to say something, and then I licked her clit as I lifted her legs up over my shoulders, spreading her even wider before me, and I finished the job my fingers had started, as I fucked her with my mouth, and she came.
Twice.
Chapter Twenty-one
With the holidays quickly approaching, D.C. has become far too quiet. Is everyone trying to stay off of Santa’s naughty list?
—Capital Confessions blog
Blair
I knocked on Gray’s front door, a shiver sliding down my spine as the cold wind whipped around me. It was chilly for December, just two days shy of Christmas. I bundled further into my coat, the bags in my hands shaking.
The door swung open to reveal Gray’s smiling face. “Hey.”
Gah. His voice would never get old.
I lifted the bags in my hands. “I brought Christmas.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I brought Christmas,” I repeated, unable to keep the silly grin off of my face. It had only been two weeks since we’d started . . . whatever it was that we were doing that involved lots of sex and holing up in his apartment, ignoring the rest of the world. I couldn’t call it dating since we hadn’t actually gone out on a date yet, but since I was in love with him, it also felt like a lot more than just sex.
He stepped back and I crossed over the threshold, the heat hitting me full blast. He took the bags out of my hands, leading me toward the kitchen.
He set the bags on the countertop, and his arm hooked around my waist, pulling me into the curve of his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifting my lips to meet his, leaving a kiss there. He kissed me back, his mouth waging a soft war upon mine. Our legs brushed against each other, my palms stroking the muscles beneath his T-shirt.
He pulled back. “I missed you.”
Gah.
I’d spent last night having a girls’ night with Jackie and Kate, and it had been the first night since we’d slept together that we’d been apart. It probably wasn’t a good sign that I’d missed him, but I totally had.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I whispered.
He kissed the top of my nose. “So what does ‘bringing Christmas’ entail, exactly?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.
I grinned. “First off, cookies. And then Christmas movies. And, if you’re really lucky, I might have also purchased some hot cocoa complete with mini-marshmallows.”
He laughed. “Sounds perfect.”
I began pulling groceries out of the bags.
“So does this mean you’re baking cookies from scratch?”
I nodded.
“What kinds are you making?”
“Snickerdoodles. Press butter cookies. Maybe gingerbread cookies.”
He leaned over and kissed my neck, pulling me into his arms again. I didn’t know what I’d expected from him, but his affectionate side was seriously surprising. He was sweet. And even though we hadn’t talked about it—and I wasn’t sure I was ready to talk about it—I knew this was more than sex for him. Judging by the way he looked at me, it was a lot more than sex.
And considering I’d realized I was in love with him a while ago, it was a pretty good thing. A really good thing.
“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice thick.
My heart tumbled over in my chest. Twice.
“Save it until after you’ve eaten my cookies,” I teased.
He flashed me a devilish smile. “Oh, I know all about your cookies.”
I laughed. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”