"Holy shit," I eventually gasp.
He laughs softly, the sound rumbling through his chest and into me. He presses a kiss to my hair. "Yeah. Holy shit."
The world comes back to me slowly. The kitchen. The table beneath me, hard and unforgiving beneath my palm. Grey's arm around me, his hand still in my shorts.
He eases his hand out slowly, carefully. Then he's pulling me upright, gathering me into his chest, and I cling to him, boneless.He's kissing me loud and noisy and heavy and lovely, and I'm struck dumb by the weight of it all.
That just happened. I've never had an orgasm like that on my own.
Grey made me comelike thaton my kitchen table.
I have no idea how I'm supposed to ever eat a meal again here without bursting into flames.
The kiss ends, and he clutches me to his chest, one hand stroking my back, the other tangled in my hair.
"You okay?" he asks.
I nod against his shoulder. Words don't exist yet.
"Need some water?"
Another nod. But when he starts to pull away, I tighten my grip, fisting my hands in his shirt.
"In a minute," I mumble into his chest.
"Okay, peaches. In a minute."
We stay like that, just breathing. My heart is still racing, thundering against my ribs. I can feel his too. That was the most intense thing that's ever happened to me. Is it always like that? Or is it just because it's Grey? The way he touched me, talked to me, held me. He made me feel safe enough to let go.
I pull back enough to look at him. His hair is mussed. Did I do that? I must have. His hands haven't left my body. His pupils are still blown, lips parted, and I realize he looks wrecked.
My cheeks flush, and I smile. "Hi."
He huffs a laugh. "Hi."
"That was…" I shake my head. "My brain can't word."
"You were perfect," he says, thumbing my cheek.
"I didn't do anything."
"You trusted me." His eyes are serious. Intense. "That's everything."
Oh.
Oh no.
My heart.
I have to break the moment before I give myself away. Before I say something stupid likeCan I keep youorPlease don't ever stop touching me.
"So," I start, aiming for casual, "Did I pass the lesson?"
He smiles, and it's the biggest, brightest thing I've ever seen in my life. "With flying colors."
"What's my grade?"
"A-plus-plus."
