Hold On (Play On #2.5)(22)

“Come, Autumn,” he growled. “I’m not coming until you come again.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and curled my fingernails into his taut, delicious arse. His thrusts came harder, faster. “Yes, yes!”

“Oh fuck, angel, come, you gotta come.”

His wish, my command.

I blew apart.

Gray’s deep shout of pleasure filled my suite as his hips jerked against mine. He collapsed over me and I wrapped myself around him, luxuriating in the feel of his shuddering body as he came down from his climax.

Holy shit.

Who knew?

Not wanting to crush me, Gray rolled to his side, and we clung to each other. He was still inside me. We kissed. Slowly. Languidly. Sweetly.

“I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

His hold on me tightened. “Me neither.”

We lay there in silence, just gazing into each other’s eyes, in wonder. I hadn’t known it was possible to lie with a man like this, to feel so unbelievably connected in every way.

“Number nine,” Gray eventually whispered.

9. HOLD ME :(

“I need to turn that sad face upside down though,” I whispered back, smiling.

“And add the word ‘forever.’” He rested his forehead against mine. “I’m going to hold you forever, Autumn O’Dea.”

A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it and Gray caught it on his thumb. He pulled back to stare at me in concern and I shook my head. “Happy tears,” I promised.

Tenderness swept over his expression and was quickly replaced by something I didn’t understand until he kissed me.

It was a possessive kiss, deep and hungry, and demanding.

That and his look told me what he didn’t say.

I belonged to him.

And he belonged to me.

As we lay in each other’s arms, wrapped tight and warm and safe, I tried my best to push away my fears… because we still hadn’t addressed one big blue problem. That bloody great big ocean between us.





Chapter Seven



Gray had ski lessons booked for that morning so he had to leave my bed to shower and change. I loved how reluctant he was to go, peppering every inch of me with kisses.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to make you late,” I warned, smiling dreamily at the ceiling, my fingers curled in his thick, soft hair as he trailed kisses across my stomach. My hands slipped down his head to his back as he came over me and kissed me.

“Unfortunately, I really have to go.” He gave me another quick kiss and then rolled out of bed.

I turned onto my side to enjoy the view as he crossed the room to where his clothes were piled on the chair. The man had the finest arse I’d ever seen in my life. I wanted to bite it.

He turned as he dressed and caught me leering. Laughing, he shook his head. “Stop it.”

I grinned. “I can’t help it. You’re delicious.”

Looking pleased that I thought so, he quickly shrugged on his shirt and began to button it. “I’m booked until one. You want to do lunch?”

“Definitely. I told Susan and Molly I’d go over to their place at nine o’ clock to go over things and see where the plans are at. The party is in three days. I’ll need your kitchen the day before that.”

“No problem, angel.” He came back over the bed and leaned down to give me one last lingering kiss. “Best night of my life.”

Joy suffused me and I felt weirdly, stupidly shy all of a sudden. “Me, too.”

“Christ, you’re adorable.” Another kiss. “Right, I gotta go or I just won’t.” He pushed away from me and stepped back, his eyes dipping down my body. Gray let out a regretful sigh before he returned his gaze to mine. “I’ll come find you at Susan’s condo when I’m done.”

“Can’t wait.”

When he did leave, the sound of my suite door closing with a click echoing around the large space, I felt a pang in my chest.

I missed him already.

How weird was that?

Knowing if I lazed around in bed, I’d just miss him more, I forced myself to get up and out of it and stumbled into the shower. It was while I was in the shower that I realized I hadn’t looked at my phone since yesterday afternoon. Shit. What if Killian had called? It didn’t go off last night in the suite so maybe he hadn’t. As soon as I got out of the shower I searched for the damn phone and found it buried under my dress on the chair. It was off, having run out of charge.

Damn.

Worry flooded me. How long had it been dead and had Killian been trying to reach me?

I plugged it into the charger and waited impatiently for it to come on. After a few minutes, my stomach sank as I watched message after message and missed call after missed call come up on the screen.

Some were from Killian, others from Skylar, and there was a missed call and text from Catie.

I quickly shot a text to Catie to tell her I was fine and I’d see her at breakfast to explain. Then I called Killian.

“Hey, big brother,” I greeted him cheerfully when he answered, in the hopes that my good mood would soften him.

There was a moment of silence and then what sounded like whispering and then, “Hey, Autumn, you’ve got Skylar.”