She looked unusually vulnerable. He didn’t think words would persuade her, so he kissed her. “I want you to stay, Avery. All night.” He held her until he felt her resistance ebb.
“Okay.” Her shy smile might have been one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen. Or maybe the wave of relief crashing over him simply heightened every little thing she did.
Grey pulled back the sheets and playfully pushed her back down onto the bed, crawling in beside her before snuggling his body up against hers. “Better?”
She nodded. His hands gently caressed her body as she relaxed against him and drifted off to sleep.
Avery woke up sweaty in the middle of the night, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. Lying on her side, she scanned the dark silhouettes of Grey’s room. His arm and leg were draped over her body, his chest glued to her back. The languid rhythm of his breathing told her he was soundly sleeping.
He slept so peacefully—the opposite of how she felt. Her heart had recovered from Matt, but was it really strong enough to handle someone as overwhelming as Grey?
The bracelet Grey never removed drew her attention. Juliette. Just the name sowed seeds of doubt. Would he ever love anyone that much again, or does the heart lose the ability to give everything after it’s been broken? And even if he could love so deeply again, could he love her, someone so different from Juliette? Insecurity acted like fertilizer, making those seeds grow like unruly ragweed.
She attempted to ease away from him in order to turn and look at him, but her movement roused him. A satisfied-sounding hum rattled in his chest as he nuzzled his nose into her hair and neck, sending little currents of anticipation zipping through her limbs. His hand slid up her waist and began to fondle her breast, immediately stirring her body.
At least I’m not the only one aroused, she thought as she felt him grow hard against her hip. His mouth—those beautiful lips—kissed her neck and shoulder as he deftly repositioned himself so he could minister to her breasts with one hand and all the other parts of her body with his other.
Grey knew how to handle a woman’s body and deliver maximum pleasure. She turned slightly so she could kiss him while his hands did delicious things to her body.
In the midst of the mounting sensual frenzy, the rightness of being held by Grey in the dark silence hit. Her swift attachment to him was unexpected. For the first time, she understood why they called it falling for someone. Falling—into an abyss from which one might not wish to recover—described the feeling precisely. And despite the danger, her heart tumbled for this man.
Her thoughts scattered the instant he entered her body from behind. A heady blend of confidence and devotion laced every one of his movements. Somehow he’d already learned how to read her cues. He knew when to push, pull, kiss, touch, speed up, slow down. Dizzying, in the very best way.
Their bodies rocked together as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Small tremors convulsed as she tipped over that edge, then he abruptly pulled out, all the while repeating her name until his own body stopped shaking.
She turned over to nestle against his chest. The first hint of daylight had begun to creep through the edges of the blinds, enabling her to see all the contours of his shoulders, hairless chest, and stomach. Given her profession, she’d seen her fair share of fit bodies, but Grey’s ranked up there at the top of her list.
He tucked one hand behind his head and watched her tracing the lines of his upper body. “Glad you stayed?”
She arched one brow at his rakish grin, but didn’t deny him the answer he needed to hear. “Very.”
“Me, too.” He pulled her closer and snaked one arm underneath her shoulders. “Me, too.”
She liked it there, in the crook of his arm, inhaling the smell of his skin and listening to the steady beat of his heart. Sated and tired, she allowed her mind to wander in and out of consciousness until the brightness of the room interfered with her ability to fall back asleep.
As much as she might like to stay longer, she was hungry, and she had to get home. Reluctantly, she pushed up onto one elbow, waking Grey.
“Mornin’.” His sleepy eyes crinkled as he reached up and brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Good morning.” She held the sheet up against her chest. “I know you’re going to try to change my mind again, but I’ve got to go home, Grey.”
He glanced at the clock. “It’s only seven on a Sunday morning. What’s the rush?”
“My parents are coming for another visit, and I’ve got a bunch of things to do to get ready.”
“How long will they be in town?” He avoided her gaze, choosing instead to watch his own fingers as they slid along her bicep.
“I’m not sure. Why?”
“I’m assuming I won’t see you while they’re here.” His voice dropped a few decibels.
Her stomach fell at the thought of her dad’s reaction to news of her dating Grey. “I think that would be best, at least until we see what happens with the lawsuits, and with us.”
“With us?” Grey’s expression grew concerned. “Are you already expecting something to go wrong? ’Cause I gotta say, I think things right here are damn near perfect, Bambi.”
She smiled at him and that ridiculous nickname she’d come to treasure. “Things are nice, but things always start off good, don’t they?”
Grey sat up, appearing to be battling some unpleasant emotions. “No, they don’t. And even when they do, that’s not the same as this. This, by the way, isn’t a normal start. You get that, don’t you? We already know each other well. We’ve even had our first few arguments. This”—he motioned between them—“is already past the beginning. For me, anyway.”
The vehemence of his tone surprised her. “You’re right. We are somewhere beyond a beginning.” She leaned over and kissed his shoulder to soothe his ruffled feathers. “Still, my family is under a lot of stress right now.”
She felt Grey tense even as he glanced away. “Grey, I’m not like you. I don’t rush into things, and even you must admit, now isn’t the best time to introduce you to my family. Not when so much is unresolved for all of us.”
Grey’s scowl loosened a bit. “I’m not an idiot.”
“Then stop pouting and let’s eat before I take off.” Avery saw her clothes in a pile on the floor. “Can you hand me my things so I can face Trip with some dignity?”
At least that remark caused Grey to grin. A welcome sight. He slid out of bed, giving her a great view of his very tight butt and broad shoulders.
He stood there completely comfortable in his nakedness, forcing her to concentrate on not dropping her jaw. If she looked that good naked, she’d probably be less modest, too, she thought. He dangled her bra from his finger.
“Sure you don’t have time for round three before you go?”
He dropped her bra and lunged at the bed, apparently taking her two-second hesitation as a yes. Who was she to resist?
An orgasm was a much better way to start the day than a cup of coffee, she decided while lying in Grey’s embrace.
“You still hungry?” He peered down at her and kissed her forehead.
“Very.” She propped up on one elbow. “Maybe a bowl of cereal or something before I go?”
Grey reluctantly got out of bed and put on athletic shorts and a T-shirt. “I think I can manage that for you.” He walked to the edge of the mattress and kissed her quickly. “I’ve got to let Shaman out real quick. Be back in a jiffy.”
After he left, she quickly dressed herself and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Before she left the safety of Grey’s room, she braced for an onslaught of teasing from Trip.