Grayson’s arms tightened around my body, and he lifted me onto the kitchen island. My legs slid to the side, and he fitted himself between them.
The move brought us almost eye level, and I took full advantage, my hands wandering over his chest, to his shoulders, and under his suit jacket, pushing it off.
He let it slide to the floor, not caring where it landed. Our mouths stayed fused together, the need to be connected to him taking over my thoughts and actions.
Moments like these erased all doubt from my mind. There was nobody else but us. Nothing else mattered.
I unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers, my need overtaking my body, turning it into a wanton mess.
He pulled my top off, breaking our kiss. His shirt followed the same fate as his jacket, and I didn’t waste time, working on his pants next.
How did I go so long without him?
My bra disappeared seconds later, and his hot mouth landed on my nipple, licking, sucking, biting. My movements froze, the sensations overtaking my body too great to do anything but feel.
His hands scorched a trail down my skin, leaving tingles in their wake. He unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down, taking my underwear with them.
The feeling of the cold marble against my ass-cheeks barely registered. My thoughts focused on one thing and one thing only: getting rid of his pants, the last barrier between us. His button popped thanks to my erratic movements, but the zipper came down easily, and I pushed his pants to the floor with my feet.
His boxers followed seconds later, leaving us skin to skin. Everything seemed louder, every touch more poignant.
The crinkle of foil.
His tongue on my nipple.
The feel of his skin on mine.
His hands on my body.
The delicious burn of his stubble along my jaw and mouth.
And when he entered me, everything else ceased to exist. At that moment, I was whole. The missing piece I’d been searching for—the piece I’d been missing all my life—had finally been found.
And I never wanted the feeling to pass. Grayson wasn’t just under my skin anymore. He had become a part of me.
And when we came together, my body shuddering against his, I couldn’t stop the lonely tear from escaping and making its way down my cheek. Because this moment was fleeting, and I’d have to say good-bye in a few days.
Forever perceptive, Grayson noticed and wiped the tear away, scorching a path of tiny kisses along its trail. “Why the tears? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head, putting my hands on his cheeks. “Never. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, let alone end up like this.”
He engulfed me in his warm embrace, and I rested my forehead against his. And right then we just existed, enjoying being together.
The timer on the oven made me growl, and Grayson chuckled. He placed a kiss on my nose and released me. I jumped off the bench and bent down to retrieve my clothes.
“Nope. You’re not allowed to get dressed.”
My eyes snapped to his. “There’s no way we’ll eat anything if we’re not covered.”
He handed me his shirt. “Only this.”
I grinned, not minding at all. Because his shirt smelled like him, and I loved that he wanted me to wear it.
He pulled on his pants, only zipping them up since his button was lying somewhere in the room.
I pulled the scalloped potatoes out of the oven, my mouth watering at the cheesy smell. “Do you want to set the table while I fry up the steaks?”
He snaked his arm around my waist, squeezing me to him. He kissed my temple before releasing me again. “Sounds good.”
