The Magnolia Sisters (Magnolia Sisters #1) - Michelle Major Page 0,56
“I can live with that.”
Avery blew out a breath.
Gray chuckled, the sound doing wicked things to her insides. “Did you think I’d say no?”
“It crossed my mind.”
“Then you should stop thinking so hard,” he told her and like she weighed nothing, he rose from the chair, lifting her into his arms.
She wound her legs around his hips, reveling in the heat and strength of him. He walked them through the dark house and up the stairs, anticipation and need pooling in Avery’s belly.
It wasn’t as if she were an inexperienced girl, but like everything with this man, the sensations he made her feel were new. She felt special in his arms, and the sensation of it both thrilled and terrified her.
“I can hear you thinking.” The words rumbled low against her ear.
“I’m thinking about you naked,” she replied, gratified when he paused for the briefest instant.
“I like the sound of that.” He turned into a bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway and released her.
She started to stumble a step, her knees already weak, but he drew her close, kissing her like he could spend all night with his arms around her.
His hands grazed under her shirt, the touch sparking a wildfire of need along her skin.
“More.” She wasn’t certain whether the word was a plea or a command, but Gray was quick to respond.
He drew her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, then did the same with his own.
From the way his muscles bunched under his clothes, she knew he had a great body. But a whimper escaped her throat seeing him like this.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her and she laughed softly.
“Ditto.”
“Also quite the wordsmith.”
“You kind of leave me speechless.”
He flashed a wide grin. “Ditto.”
They came together again, the short hair of his chest tickling her skin. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth, eliciting a soft groan from him that shocked and delighted her. Then he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone. He cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her puckered nipples through the fabric of her satin bra.
And when his mouth covered one stiff peak, she moaned, running her fingers through his hair. He undid her jeans with one hand and she quickly pushed them down over her hips. Need built inside her, and as much as she wanted to savor the feelings, she was also impatient for all of him.
She backed up until her legs hit the bed, then reached behind her to pull down the sheets and comforter. Gray watched her, his chest rising and falling in sharp breaths, eyes dark and dilated with need.
The way he looked at her gave Avery the confidence to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. The straps fell away from her shoulders and then the strip of fabric dropped to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and discarded those as well, smiling at the muttered curse that greeted her when she straightened.
“You make me wish I were a poet,” he said. “I’d write sonnets in praise of your body.”
She crooked a finger at him. “I’m sure you can find another way to express your admiration.”
“Admiration doesn’t begin to cover it,” he said, shucking off his shorts and boxers in one quick motion. The sight of him took her breath away but she forced herself to keep her gaze level. “Reverence. Worship. Praise.”
“Let’s go with worship,” she said with a laugh. The sound died in her throat as he reached for her again.
“Let me worship you, Avery.” He spoke the words against her mouth, and she nodded her assent, suddenly unable to speak because all she could do was focus on drawing breath in and out of her lungs.
With the kind of care that made tears spring to her eyes, he lowered her to the bed. His big body covered hers, fitting to her in just the