Which was dangerous, andstupid, but not something I could help. I knew I was falling for him and itfucking terrified me.
We couldn’t have thisforever. That was obvious. He cared about his career, he didn’t want to settledown, he…
“Gray,” I hissed, train ofthought forgotten as he curled his fingers around both of our cocks, drawingthem together and rocking his hips against mine. He was so big and so hot thatI could barely remember to breathe, let alone keep track of why I was worriedabout this.
“I got you,” Gray promised,leaning his forehead against mine. No one had ever done that with me before,and I couldn’t believe how intimate it felt every time he did.
I needed the contact badlyenough that I knew I wouldn’t last long with the heat of Gray’s cock againstmine, strong fingers working both of us slow and steady.
“I got you,” he repeated,soft and soothing, easing his hold on me and slowing down. My eyes fell closedas we kissed, lips barely brushing against each other at first, then light,hungry little touches, as though we couldn’t bear anymore contact, or anyless.
I wasn’t sure Icouldbear it. Givenhalf a chance, I could have drowned in Gray, and I knew how stupid that was.Our worlds were too different.
He was never going to wantsomeone like me. Not while he lived his exciting life and built his excitingcareer and I sat around in a fifth-floor office on my ass every day. Maybedragged him to a party or a dinner I didn’t really want to be atevery now and again.
There was no way I got tohave this, and knowing that only made my stupid heart want it more.
A ripple of pleasure ran downmy spine as Gray changed his grip, the hot slide of his thick, gorgeous cockcatching a sensitive spot. His hand felt incredible around me, not just big andwarm butsafe. Like it was okay for me to do this, because he wouldn’t hurt me.Because somehow, for some reason, Graycaredabout me.
Even if I didn’t deserve it.Even if all I’d been was difficult, and now I was being needy.
“Gray,” I gasped, rocking myhips into his touch, warmth flooding my belly at how taken care of I felt inthis moment. Howloved.
And that was too much to askfor and I wasn’teven sure I was ready to handle it, but Ifeltit. Gray lookedafter me like no one else ever had, shared his confidence, made me feel safeand secure and even kind of sexy.
I reached out to touch himin return, running my fingers down his arm at first, tracing the lines of hismuscles, thumb catching on an old, white scar there. He was beautiful, andkind, and warm.
Sparks of pleasure skitteredover my skin as he nuzzled my neck, pressing soft little kisses against it nowand then, every one of them going straight to my cock. Sex with Gray was sodifferent than it had been with anyone else, even like this. Even with just hishand on my cock, our bodies moving together lazily in the small hours of the morning,I was starting to think I understood now whatmaking lovemeant.
It meant feeling wanted, andfulfilled, and like the sex was so good because of who it was with, not how itwas done. It’dnever occurred to me that it could be like this.
“You feel so good,” Imurmured, gasping as his free hand tickled just under my ribs, a desperate,needy sound escaping me. After a moment’s hesitation, I slid my hand back,ghosting it over Gray’s side and down to his lower back, just barely brushingover the top of his ass. I wondered if he liked that as much as I did, ifsliding my fingers between his cheeks would make him gasp and moan like I wouldhave.
The hitched breath I got inresponse to the first, tentative touch encouraged me. Letting my eyes fallclosed again, I did exactly what I’d just been imagining, sliding a fingertipalong Gray’s skin until I came to what I was looking for.
Hegrowled, but itwasn’ta warning sound. It was ado more of thatsound, guttural and needy,a hint that I was doing exactly what he wanted. Who knew brushing my fingertipsover his hole would be enough to make Gray melt against me, desperate gaspsbrushing over the skin of my neck as I grinned against his shoulder?
I gasped as Gray’s hips buckedwhile I explored, the tight knot of my approaching orgasm threatening tounravel any moment. Judging by the way he was rutting against me, hard, quickjerks of his hips, he was just as close. Satisfied that I’d gotten a hint aboutwhat Gray might like for later, I slipped my fingers lower, pressing hard as Icould against the spot behind his balls that I knew always mademecome seeingstars.
The needy, broken sound hemade told me it’d worked even before the hot rush of him coming all over mybelly, my cock, and his own hand. Searing pleasure hit me as well, the familiarurgent dam-breaking flood of heat and release washing over me all at once, myhips snapping forward against Gray’s body, cock twitching as I gasped my waythrough my third orgasm in… what, six hours?
Gray was incredible. Hecould get me off all day, and I would have let him do it. I would havebeggedhim to do it.
I panted against hisshoulder as lingering aftershocks rippled through me, breathing in hiscomforting scent and listening to the sound of my own heart pounding in myears.
Damnthat was good.
I smiled to myself as Irealized my hand was still on his ass, squeezing the firm muscle there justenough to get an exhausted chuckle out of him. This was nice.
It was a shame I knew Icouldn’tkeep it forever.
“Feeling better?” Graymurmured against my forehead, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there.
Words seemed hard to come byright now, but I managed to hum happily. Ididfeel better. Like I couldmaybe sleep for a couple of hours more, even.
As long as Gray stayed withme. I felt sosafewith him. He’d made me feel safe since I’d opened a hotelroom door and found him on the other side, and the feeling had never oncefaded.
“No more nightmares,” Graysaid. A promise, not an order.
