I was going to spend a significant amount of time worshipping that belly tonight, including her silvery stretchmarks that glowed in the light.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told her, running my fingers up and down her sides. She was still tense, and I wanted to make her feel good. I’d been ready to go full steam ahead, but that wasn’t Gray’s style. Time and care would get me what I wanted. This woman was well worth the effort.
“Come here,” I told her, nearly picking her up and pulling her onto the bed and setting her against the pillows. She let me.
“Mmmm, yes.”
She gazed up at me with all the trust in her eyes.
“Any time you want to stop or take a break, you tell me, okay? And I’ll tell you the same. Yes?”
I looked away from her gorgeous body to her stunning face.
“Yes,” she said, licking her lips. “Can you kiss me?”
“Yes, Gray. I can kiss you.”
The way she’d asked me was so sweet and so sexy I was ready to come and I was still fully clothed.
Chapter Five
Gray
I couldn’t helpbut be nervous. Being with someone I didn’t really know was scary, in a way. What if I took my clothes off and she decided she didn’t like what she saw? What if I made a weird noise or something? What if…
“Gray,” Mal said before she met her lips with mine. “Just be here with me. That’s all I ask.” She had told me a bunch of times tonight how much she wanted this. Wanted me. It was hard to believe, but the one thing I wasn’t going to do was let my own insecurities ruin this night.
Telling my brain to shut the fuck up and go on vacation for a little while, I reached up and slid my fingers through her hair, nearly moaning at the touch of it. Who knew hair could be so arousing?
Tendrils of it stroked my torso, as if they wanted to touch me too. The slide was almost ticklish, but it added to the way her fingers stroked me.
“Can you take your shirt off?” I asked in between deep and unhurried kisses. Mal kissed like she had all night just to savor my mouth. I loved it.
Earlier, I’d thought she be the kind of person who would want to rip my clothes off and immediately shove her fingers inside and pound away, but she wasn’t. At least not right now.
I didn’t think I wanted to be pounded by someone I’d just met.
Of course, I hadn’t had the courage to tell her that I wanted her to make me cry. To edge me so long and so torturously that the tears streamed down my face and only then was I allowed to come.
Mal smiled as she sat up and pulled off her shirt. Her bra was lacy and a dark wine color that made her hair glow like copper.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, reaching up to slip my fingers across her collarbone. She made a soft sound and closed her eyes before our mouths met again and she kissed me long and slow.
I lost track of time as Mal stole my breath with every kiss and stripped my clothing one piece at a time, content to unwrap me with slow intention.
Even though I fumbled unhooking her bra, she didn’t laugh at me. She simply smiled at me over her shoulder as she held her long hair out of the way.
“How long did it take you to grow your hair?” I asked her. It was a question I’d wondered all night, but maybe now wasn’t the best time to be asking about it.
See? This was why I didn’t try random hookups. I did silly things like asking about hair when there was a half-naked woman waiting to have sex with me.
“I’ve actually always had long hair. I just sort of trim it and keep it as long as I want. The shortest it’s ever been was when I was a baby. I’m just used to it.”
She let the hair drop and it fell like a curtain across her back. If I had any sort of artistic talent, I would want to draw her right now, like this.
I stroked her skin through her hair, and she bit her bottom lip, as if she liked it.
“It’s amazing. I’m going to be thinking about this hair for a long, long time.”
