The Words We Leave Unspoken(12)
He buzzes me in without a moment’s pause and I ride the elevator to the twentieth floor with thoughts only for Grey.
His door is slightly ajar when I arrive and so I knock softly and step inside, closing the door behind me. Grey walks toward me, barefoot in jeans slung low on his hips and a long sleeve black shirt that clings to his arms and chest, showcasing his perfect physique. His casual look, slight stubble covering his jaw and the hunger in his eyes, increases my need for him as I feel a knot form in my chest.
“Hey, how was your—” he begins to say, but I cut him off when I pull his face to mine and plant my cold lips on the warmth of his. He slides my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms and draws my body flush against his. I tangle my fingers in his hair, claiming more of him with my mouth. I can feel his need pressed against me and I frantically work the buttons of his jeans to free him, bringing me closer to what I came here for, closer to what I need in this moment. When his jeans fall to his ankles, Grey wastes no time stepping out of them and peeling my shirt from my body along with his own. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him as his tongue invades my mouth, possessively. I can feel his hands on the skin of my back as he grips me tightly, holding me against him. I need this so much, I think to myself as heat gathers within me, driving away the cold. Our bodies are so close that I feel, rather than hear, the deep sound of his groan as it thunders in his chest.
“Please,” I beg against his lips, needing to feel him inside me. He sets my feet on the floor just long enough to remove my jeans and lace thong, as well as his boxers. My thoughts are screaming, Take it away, please Grey, take it all away. He backs me up slowly with his body – lifting my legs around his waist once again – until I feel the cold, hard surface of the wall against my bare skin. He fills me with one strong thrust, slamming me up against the wall, knocking all the air from my lungs. I feel him everywhere, his breath hot on my cheek, my neck, my chest as his tongue explores my skin. His hands grip my backside tightly as his thrusts continue, punishing in their intensity but I don’t want it any other way. He consumes me and I welcome it. Grey finds his rhythm and I lose myself completely in him until we both reach our climax, and I soar so high that I actually fear the crash that follows, afraid that it will pull me so deep that I may never recover.
Later after Grey has taken me on nearly every surface of his condo and I am completely spent, we lay naked on the plush rug in his living room, basking in the afterglow. My mind is completely numb, the amazing sex bleeding all emotion from me just as I had anticipated.
“How was your night with Gwen?” Grey asks as he traces circles on my stomach with the tip of his finger.
I tense. And just like that my reality comes crashing down all around me, the emotions swirling like a brewing storm cell. And I can’t push them away.
I turn to face Grey. “Can I tell you something without it ever leaving this room?” I ask, wanting to tell him about Gwen, needing to tell somebody, to say it out loud.
“Okay,” he says hesitantly. This isn’t us. We don’t confide in each other. We don’t talk much at all. We just fuck. We give in to this insane attraction, selfishly take what we want. We leave everything else outside the door and focus on the flirty, spontaneous fun. And we do this because it’s all I want from him and I made that clear from the start. But right now, I want to forget my own rules.
“It’s about Gwen. She’s...” I start to say but I can’t finish my sentence for fear that the swirling emotions will surface, exposing too much. Grey’s dark eyes question mine, waiting for my words that never come. I can’t do it; I can’t cross that line with him. And this realization leaves a hollow pit in my stomach, a sense of loneliness that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“What about Gwen?” Grey asks, concern etched in his eyes.
I stare at him for a moment longer and then look away, taking in the angled cuts of his bare chest and say, “Gwen knows about us. I tried to deny it but... well... she can see right through me.” I had to say something.
“Well, I guess it was only a matter of time,” Grey says as he props his head up on his bent arm.
I don’t want to talk about Gwen or us or anything else for that matter. I close my eyes, bringing my lips to his, wanting to chase it all away again. Grey doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him.
“God, Charley. I could never get enough of you,” he mumbles as I lower myself onto his already hard length and take control, spreading my wings and taking flight. Desperate to get my fix, yet not wanting it to end.
It is nearing midnight when we are done and I stand slowly on shaky legs and make my way to the bathroom. When I emerge a few minutes later, fully dressed, Grey is sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his boxers.
“Come here,” he says, a quiet demand. I walk to him and he reaches out and pulls me to stand between his legs as he rests his forehead against my chest. I run my fingers through his unruly hair and hold him there as he breathes me in.
“Stay the night with me, Charley.” It is more of a request than a question, but he’s quiet as he waits for my response.
I sigh and he looks up at me. His warm eyes lock with mine, searching for an answer and I nearly lose myself in his gaze. We both know I won’t stay. I lean down and kiss him softly on the mouth but he pulls away. “Please. Don’t make me beg.” His hands are on my ass, holding me tight against him as if he’s afraid to let me go. The tenderness in his eyes fills me with a vague sense of fear.