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over me. Through his boxers, I felt him nudge at my entrance as he looked at me, his gaze raking over my face, perhaps to ensure that I was all right. Why he was concerned when he’d just given me the best orgasm of my life was a mystery.

“Don’t move.”

As if I could even lift my head.

He pushed himself off me and grabbed his pants off the floor, pulled a condom from the pocket. Pushing his boxers over his hips, I got my first glimpse of him. Naked.

My eyes widened. He was everything I'd imagined and more. His body was perfect, lean and muscled and ripped and gorgeous. His hips were narrow and his cock, holy hell. It was big and long and thick and fluid seeped from the blunt tip, and the whole thing was pointed straight at me, a compass pointing true north.

I licked my lips at the sight. I wanted to reach out and touch him, wondering how hard and hot he’d feel in my palm, but he was busy rolling on the condom. Taking a step toward the bed, he looked me over, every inch of my nakedness. There was nothing left between us now, we were exposed, all our flaws, our weaknesses couldn’t be hidden behind barriers or clothes or even emotions. I felt open on the inside as well, ready to let Gray in.

Kneeling on the bed, he traced his fingers along my calf, up over my knee and along my thigh as he settled himself, so that his cock pressed against me. Instead of shoving himself in, he put a hand by my head and tilted my chin up with the other. Our breaths mingled, our eyes met and held.

“Emory,” he replied, his voice rough. “I need you.”

My heart swelled and burst, flooding me with emotion, with feeling, with need. I needed him in me, on me, with me. It was as if I had been without for so long that now I wanted it all.

Lifting a hand, I cupped his jaw, felt the rasp of his whiskers against my palm. In just a few days, my whole life, my entire world changed, and I never wanted to go back. “Where have you been all this time?” I whispered, wondered.

He lowered his head, kissing me gently, softly, tenderly, as he shifted his hips, nestling his cock at my entrance, then sliding into my wet heat. “Waiting for you.”

18

GRAY

Waiting for you.

I hadn’t realized the depth of those words, the truth behind them until I was balls deep inside Emory. The feel of her slick heat surrounding me, squeezing me in tiny pulses, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d wanted to be in this exact place ever since I glimpsed her from across the bar as she chatted with the bartender at the engagement party. She was fresh air and sunshine and light and brightness, and she'd directed it all right on me. The attraction, the chemistry between us was explosive, but it was more than that. It was some kind of connection that went bone deep, soul deep that I knew I would never be able to escape. I didn’t want to.

I had been waiting for her. Everything in my life had been a build up until she arrived. I’d been going through the motions, punching and kicking my way to this moment when I could have her. She was giving herself to me, and that was precious. As I looked down into her wide eyes, the passion and surprise there only ratcheted up my desire for her. I loved how she sounded when she came, how her inner walls had clenched down on my finger, how she’d tasted so fucking sweet. How she’d just… let go. It was as if she fell into my arms, and I nudged her into that bliss. That sound had had me almost coming in my boxers. I’d wanted inside her with a desperation, like an addict needed a drug. I had to have her.

Now, her walls clenched down as if trying to pull me in deeper, as if she wanted more. Perhaps she did. She shifted her hips slightly, adjusting. Carefully, I pulled back as I watched her closely. Her eyes went blurry, her chin tilted as she arched her back. When her hips rose to meet me, I plunged deep.

We both groaned. The pleasure, the feel of her, rocked my world. I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t hold still any longer, and so I