Bewitching You(42)

“Okay.” More tears.

Gray shut the door and headed back to his place, already growing stiff against his jeans in anticipation. Finally, he had Sofia alone. Finally, he’d be able to woo her exactly how he wanted to.

With a candlelit dinner, soft music, and thorough lovemaking. No questions. Just do it.

After ordering in some salad and pasta, Gray slipped into Hayes’s shower. He’d been tempted to join Sofia in the tub. She seemed to be having a good time in there with all the oohing and awing and splashes. But if he started touching her now, he’d never be able to stop.

They had the rest of their lives together, and he desperately wanted to start it out right. Hell, maybe he’d even propose to her tonight.

Shit. Did he really just think that?

Yeah. Yeah, he did.

He shook his head as he toweled himself off and stepped into Hayes’s bedroom, suddenly realizing he hadn’t set foot in this room since before the funeral. Rachel had come in, made the bed, and picked up whatever mess Hayes had left. She’d cried the entire time.

Gray had listened from the living room, thinking her sympathetic to him. He hadn’t had a clue. Rachel had loved Hayes, not Gray.

But then why had she agreed to marry Gray?

Maybe for the same reason he’d asked her—he was lonely. He needed to go on with life and forget the past, or at least find some closure. But that hadn’t happened with Rachel.

It was happening with Sofia.

~ * ~

Sofia closed her eyes and let the whirlpool jets beat against her back. She’d been ecstatic to hear Barbie guarantee the plane wouldn’t leave the ground, or at least it would be inspected first. Initially, it had all seemed too good to be true. Too easy. But Barbie had assured her she’d call if anything went astray.

Let it go, Sofe.

She’d enjoy the evening with Gray and try to erase the worry from her mind. He needed some peace after all they’d been through, she could see.

And she loved that about him. His desire for quiet, normalcy—and her. She just hoped she could give him what he wanted. Lord knew she needed a little stability for herself as well. Unfortunately, it would never happen as long as she had her gift, and as long as her mother and grandmother had their gifts.

Ugh. When was she going to tell Gray about them and their abilities?

Don’t think about it, Sofe. He loves you. He’ll understand.

Hopefully.

The bathroom door opened, and Gray stepped in, wearing a terry cloth robe and a pair of silk boxers. His hair was damp, dark, and curly. Had he taken Andy home and showered already? Sofia figured she must’ve been in the bath for quite some time.

“Hi,” she said, as he sat down on the edge of the tub.

His gaze swept over her body, which was fully visible now that the bubbles had disappeared.

Oddly, she wasn’t insecure this time. She felt sexy and desired. Loved. How could she not, when he stared at her as if she defined perfection?

“The food is here.” He shrugged his arm out of the robe and dipped his fingers into the water. With a tender touch, he ran his hand over the side of her breast and down her belly. She sucked in a breath when he slipped two fingers past her sensitive clit and pressed them inside her.

“Are we hungry?” she asked. She lifted her hips as he reached a delicate area.

“I’m starving.” His dark eyes met hers. He kneaded his fingers deeper into that spot.

“There. Yes,” she panted. “Yes.” She clamped her knees together as she exploded and jerked against his fingers. Within a matter of seconds. Seconds was all it took for him to make her orgasm.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the water and wiped it dry on a hand towel. Aftershocks rolled through Sofia’s body as she tried to gain composure.

He kissed her lips and grinned. “Come eat with me.”

“Okay.”

Then he was gone. Good Lord. Could she expect that type of service every time she took a bath? Sofia gathered her wits and wrapped a towel around her body.

No way was she dressing in the clothes she’d worn all day. The light in Gray’s walk-in closet was on, so she decided to slip into something more comfortable—one of his dress shirts. His clothes only took up half of the enormous closet. Sofia imagined she could make good use of the other half, except her clothes weren’t tailored suits and ties. They were mostly jeans and t-shirts—clothes she wouldn’t fret over if she were to get a little paint on them.

She let out a sigh. Slow it down, Sofe. Who knew if he wanted her to move in with him? They’d barely revealed they loved each other. And it had taken a mysterious note for them to do it.

Someone had wanted them to remain together.

But who?

After toweling off her hair and buttoning up the crisp white dress shirt, she headed out to see the entire open area of Gray’s condo was dim except for four candles sitting on the center of the dining table. She didn’t bother looking at what he’d ordered for them. Her sights were on the sexy man sitting at the end of the table, gazing her way. No smile, only passion oozed from him. His sultry eyes urging her to go to him without a word being said.

Sex. They screamed sex and a promise of extreme pleasure.

“Why don’t we eat, Sofia? You’re going to need your energy.”

Oh, boy.

Her body trembled as she ambled over and sat beside him, half expecting him to pull her onto his lap and take her right there. She wouldn’t object.

She sipped her wine and forked through her salad, wondering if her quivering belly would reject the lettuce. Why was she so nervous? Or was it anticipation? They’d had sex before, but tonight they would make love.

Sofia would know the man who kissed her, penetrated her, and brought her to release, loved her. So much that it hurt.

“Aren’t you hungry?” He ran his hand up her naked thigh.

Dinner was over as far as she was concerned.

“I don’t think I am, really.” Keeping eye contact, she began unbuttoning her shirt. His shirt. “I see that you are, though. Would you like to have me for dessert?”

He dropped his fork onto the floor. “I, uh…Yes, I would.”

Sofia remained cool, calm, and sexy for him. He brought the boldness out of her. Made her yearn for it. She finished unbuttoning while he watched attentively.

“Are you done with this, then?” She pointed to his plate.

In response, Gray shoved both their plates toward the center by the candles. The wine glasses tipped over and fell onto the rug below, but he didn’t seem to care. He sat back and gestured for her to make herself comfortable.

With as much grace as she could muster, Sofia pulled herself up to sit on the table in front of him. The dress shirt fell open and his jaw clenched. She braced her feet up on each of his armrests, revealing herself to him. He stared intently, licking his lips.

“I really like it when you don’t wear panties,” he said in a gruff voice.

Sofia leaned onto her elbows and tilted her head back to gaze at the lit candles. “Do you want me to beg, Gray?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much, actually.”

The feel of his fingers spreading her apart startled her, briefly. Then he stilled, not giving her any more.

“Please,” she whispered.

That simple word was all he needed. His velvety tongue slid across her, warm and firm. He licked her again and then again, faster through each pass, until a surge of marvelous heat rose inside of her, heavy, ready to burst.

Intense pressure built, almost too much to endure. She sat up and thought to push him away, but his rough hands cupped her backside and held her close. He licked and suckled her until finally she screamed from the torturous pleasure.

She gasped out breaths and clasped onto his hair while the aftershocks singed through her.

“Gray. Oh, wow.”

His tongue slid inside her, eagerly lapping her up.

At last, he pulled away. A devilish grin spread across his handsome face as he wiped his mouth and licked his fingers. “That was delicious, sugar. Thank you.”

Sofia nearly came again.

And once more she wondered how she got so lucky.

After catching her breath, she returned his devilish grin with one of her own. “Can I have my dessert now?” she asked, wanting to return the favor.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” He pushed his chair to the wall and slid off his boxers.

Sofia clasped her shirt closed and knelt in front of him. He was fully erect, gorgeous, perfect, but she wasn’t quite sure how she’d begin…or end. She’d watched her roommate from art school give her boyfriend a blowjob one night, late, when they’d thought Sofia was sleeping. They both seemed to enjoy it immensely. And of course, she’d done it in one or two of the dreams, but it’d been hazy, like an out-of-body experience. She tried to remember.

He ran his fingers through her hair and lifted her chin up to kiss her. “You don’t have to.”