Exposing himself. His waning sex drive startling the hell out of him. Depression and anxiety had crippled him. He came roaring back to life for Sabine.
After sucking him dry, she stopped to lay gentle kisses on his cock. “Gray, look at me,” Sabine whispered, alarmed at his reaction. “Are ye okay?”
Biting down on his lower lip, he nodded and choked out, “More than okay.”
I’ve never been so goddamn okay in my life.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sabine
“Again!” Sabine slapped her hand on the carpet. “I want more!”
“How many do you want?” Gray curled into crunch after stomach crunch on the floor of the bedroom.
She’d woken up the moment he moved and when he said he wanted to work out, she flew off the bed to watch him. It’d been the best part of her weeklong pass at his gym watching him workout.
Only, he didn’t do it naked. What a waste, that muscled-up body, the glorious V cut into both hips, a taut stomach hiding under a tee-shirt and shorts. Sabine got to see it all that morning.
“How’s this for incentive?” She held her boobs for him to kiss and lick every time he curled up.
Couldn’t have done that in the gym either.
“Mama, you’re killing me.” But he came up and latched on to her boob.
Only, he never went back down. Instead, he flipped her over and next she was under him as he did naked push-ups.
She ran her hands along his beautiful stomach, digging her fingers into the tight planes.
“If that’s your idea of adding resistance, it’s not working,” he said, but kissed her each time he came down.
“What’s that?” she asked when he extended his arms, but didn’t descend.
“It’s called holding plank.” He blew out short breaths.
“That’s no fun.” She crossed her arms since she had room.
The night before, they’d fumbled from the couch and crash-landed on the closest bed. Spent the rest of the evening naked, touching, and talking. He made her come so many times and she returned the pleasure. All with her mouth, tongue, and hands. Sometimes an orchestrated sympathy of all three.
While Gray counted under his breath, she looked at his half-erect cock just hanging there. Smirking, she wiggled her way down.
“No. Do not... Sabine!” he cried out when she closed her lips around him.
His knee came down next to her head, his hips giving in to the pleasure she offered. She thought about mornings like that where she would slip beneath his push-ups and he’d sink into her heat and not just her mouth.
“Sabine, that’s so good. Damn you, woman.” He set his other knee down. “Stay there. I’ll go all in and spill down your throat.”
His phone beeped, and his head flew in the direction of the nightstand.
“Shit, hang on, mama.” He lifted away, her hands flailing for him.
She’d been naked on the floor, going down on him, but he got up to...take a call. Some women would have been annoyed, but between the lines of all the fun they were having, Gray was waiting for that call.
A burst of excitement shot through her. If he got the part, he’d be so thrilled. Surely, it was something he wanted to tell his family, his brothers. All he had was her and there she was pouting on the floor because her blow job had been interrupted.
She twisted around and leapt off the carpet. She found him sitting on a chair in the corner staring at his phone. His face...even.
“Gray, did ye get a call?”
“No, a text.”
Her heart pounded. “And?”
“The producer’s still not available.”
She knelt down in front of him.
He stared at her with a warm smile. “Come here.”
Never had she imagined she could crawl into someone’s lap and practically disappear. Gray was big enough to engulf her. She felt small with him. A feeling she never thought possible.
His body felt warm and his arms tight. He rested his chin against her head, but kept looking at his phone. In between gentle kisses on her forehead, he said, “I’d like to drive up to Chicago.”
“I’m not a map expert, but that’s not east of here, is it?”
“Slightly.”
She liked Austin. If they had to wait for his call, it was a pleasant enough city to hang out in. “What’s in Chicago?”
“What kind of research did you do on my hotel when Luke contacted you?”
“Enough to make sure he was legitimate. Dun’t tell him I told ye, but I’d never heard of him. Or yer hotel.”
“Had you heard of me?” He tugged her hair until their eyes met.
That was a harder