I shrug.
‘He said the longer it takes for the CPS to make a decision, the better. We’re another day closer to putting that night behind us, Scarlett.’
I wish I could believe that, I really do.
Gregory spins the Range Rover into a supermarket car park and leaves, returning with a bag of shopping, which he drops into the back seat.
‘Are you cooking for me?’ I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
He casts his head over his shoulder and reverses out of the space, then knocks the car into first gear and shoots out of the car park at Gregory speed.
‘I’m feeding you,’ he says, watching the road ahead with the smallest upturn of his lips. ‘Well, I might be; that really depends on you.’
By the time we reach the Shard, I really am hungry but I can’t tell which is the bigger cause: my empty stomach or the man next to me. Gregory opens the door for me and as soon aswe’re in, he casts the weekend bag aside. My back is pressed against the wall of the lounge and he takes me by surprise, his tongue making a delicious sweep of mine. I’ll never be able to resist his touch, his taste. I accept his attack, groaning into him. He circles his already hard crotch against my skinny jeans and pulls my body into him with one arm at the small of my back, the other at the nape of my neck. I liquefy in his hold as he takes command of my body. I know who’s boss and I don’t care. I willingly relent control.
In one easy move, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his lean hips. He carries us to the walk-in shower and plants me on my feet whilst he turns it on.
‘I’m hot from the drive,’ he explains. Not that I need an explanation; I’ll take any opportunity to see his sublime naked body. He releases my hair from its messy knot and pulls it through his fingers. ‘I’ll never have my fill of you.’
‘Good,’ I whisper into his parted lips. ‘I think I’m going to like make-up sex,’ I tell him.
‘Baby, I like every kind of sex with you.’
Once we’re showered and sated, for now, he dries every inch of my skin and towel-dries my hair, letting me see tender Gregory, the Gregory that most people never get to meet. He takes my hand after a chaste kiss on my brow and leads me to the walk-in wardrobe in all our naked glory. He slips into a pair of dark denim jeans and fumbles around locating my underwear drawer. That heartbreaking half-smile is plastered on his perfectly angular face when he turns, dangling a black, lace thong in the air from one hand and a black, satin eye cover in the other.
‘Wait for me in the bedroom. Wearing these.Onlythese.’
I have no idea what he’s planning but something tells me I’lllike it. I do as he says, making quick working of hanging my head upside down and blasting my long locks with the hairdryer. I coat myself in shea butter then slip on the black thong and make my way to our bed, crawling backwards up the sheets, already turned on with anticipation. When his footsteps approach, I slip on the blindfold as he told me to do. Just the sound of him, knowing he’s in the room, has me wriggling and turning my fingers in the satin bed throw.
I quell my excitement, digging my teeth into my bottom lip, then the sound of him is drowned out by The Verve’s ‘She’s a Superstar.’ The guitar hits my ears first, followed by the beat of the bass drum and when the beat drops for the smooth voice, I can feel Gregory near me. My nerve endings are tingling like the strings of the electric guitar. His hands part my thighs, his touch and the soft kiss of air between my labia set off fireworks at my no-doubt drenched vulva. His mouth strokes my navel, sucking, nibbling, his bare body caressing mine as he works up to my neck.
‘Open your mouth.’ He words are low and drenched in sex. ‘We’re going to play a game.’
I’d ask him what the game is but my brain refuses to send a signal to my lips. I open my mouth, my heart rate already rising.
‘You’re going to guess what I put in your mouth.’ He’s hovering over me now, his breath close to me. ‘If you guess right, I’ll feed you.’
‘If not?’
‘You’ll go hungry.’
I know he doesn’t mean for food. He’ll refrain from the only thing that can sate the hunger I’m feeling right now in my spinning head, my fluttering chest, my knotted stomach and my throbbing entrance. The stakes are high.
‘We’ll start easy.’ He lowers himself so the weight of his hipsis pressing his erection onto my abdomen, his torso held on his arms. ‘Open.’
Cool, wet, smooth. He slowly sweeps something across my lips. The tip of my tongue slides forward to meet it. Mm, sweetness. I swirl my tongue around the tip of the fruit, lapping up the syrupy juice. Then the fruit is gone. I want more.
‘Strawberry.’
‘Good girl.’
The strawberry is back on my lips. I reach out my tongue again, this time finding Gregory’s mouth wrapped around the berry, lowering the fruit into my mouth. I bite into the strawberry when his mouth presses against mine. We chew and swallow, then he sucks the last drop of flavour from my bottom lip.
Jesus,that’s erotic.
He draws back, exposing my lips, my face, my chest, leaving me squirming, bereft beneath him, desperate for his touch. I go to move my hands to his hair but his hands clamp down on my wrists and place them back to my sides.
‘No touching.’
