Bewitching You(43)

“I want to.” She craved it. “I just…I’ve never done it before.” Her cheeks warmed and she knew she looked and sounded incredibly naïve. How many women had knelt before him like this? Women who were able to satisfy him as he’d satisfied her?

His mouth twitched to a grin, but he quickly flattened it out. “I’m sorry. I forget that you’re new at all of this. You’re so amazing, Sofia.”

Okay. That made her feel a little better.

“And you’ve done it in the dreams. Do you remember?”

“I’ll try to. This is much more real.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes. Yes, I want to please you.”

~ * ~

Gray throbbed, he desperately wanted her mouth on him—her sweet, innocent, untainted mouth. But he would come from the mere sound of her voice if she kept talking like that.

Easy now. Just talk her through it. He could teach her exactly how he liked it.

“Slow,” he said. “We can start out slow. Taste me. Run your tongue across to see if you like it.”

She nodded, her gaze glossy and wide under her thick lashes.

How did he get so f*cking lucky?

He inhaled sharply at the mere sight of her tongue…then she swept it all the way from bottom to head, licking the juice he’d already spent. His mind blurred with lust. “Do you like it?”

“Yes. Very much.” She repeated the action, but this time she took his head into her warm mouth.

“That’s good, sweetie.” He clenched his fists into the armrests so he wouldn’t grab her head and force her down on him. “Try to take more in.”

She did, and then, as if it were a natural reaction, she began sucking on him. Eagerly, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Her slick tongue pulsed against him, luring him to the edge.

Gray ground his teeth. He was going to explode in her mouth if he didn’t gain control.

Maybe that’s what she wanted. But what if she were offended? Hell, it was too late. He let go, releasing, quaking his hips up and down again until he was drained.

She swallowed. Sweet heaven. Then she drew back and ran a finger across her red, swollen lips. “Did I do okay?”

He nodded, breathing heavily, wanting more. “Like I said—amazing.”

She stood to kiss him, her plump breasts crushing into his chest. “I love you, Gray.”

The words were simple, but each time she said them, they affected him in a way that astounded him. He’d never thought he needed to hear it from a woman, never thought the sentiment would mean much to him, but now he knew he couldn’t live without those three simple words.

How could this have happened in such a short time?

It didn’t matter. It felt too good to matter.

He stood and lifted her into his arms. “I love you, too, Sofia. And tomorrow, I want you to pack your things so you can move in with me. If you want to, that is.”

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Gray, I’d love to.”

He carried her to the bedroom, somewhat disappointed in himself for not proposing marriage. And somewhat relieved she hadn’t expected it. Not yet. His feelings were too deep, too soon. Aching, to be exact. He didn’t just want Sofia he needed her. He thrived on her.

Although it thrilled him to have a woman he was able to care so deeply for, it also scared the hell out of him.

If only he could get this under control.





Chapter Nineteen



The sun started rising, finally. The light poured through the slits in the blinds and took shape across Gray’s broad chest, his chiseled jaw, powerful lips, and sleeping eyes. At some point in the early morning, he’d exhausted himself and had fallen asleep.

After massaging, kissing, licking, and suckling every inch of her body. Eating her up like candy, it seemed. He’d savored her, made love to her, talked to her, and repeated the process for hours upon hours. The man had enough stamina to satisfy ten women.

However, Sofia was only one. Although she was completely satiated, she was also completely worn out. Kind of like a sex hangover.

She stretched out her weary arms and legs and yawned. She hadn’t been able to fall asleep like Gray, hadn’t really wanted to descend into dreamland. Sometimes a girl needed a break from saving people’s lives. Sometimes the responsibility was all too overwhelming.

Sometimes it was easier to have this moment in time with this person without knowing what the future held.

She sat up and squelched the urge to run her fingers over his magnificent body. Truth was, if he woke up at that moment and wanted more, she’d give it to him. She’d do anything for him, to him—whatever he asked, she’d say yes. And she’d be happy to do it.

But he was sleeping soundly, and the whirlpool bath was calling her name. She slipped from the bed, tripped over one of his colossal shoes, redeemed herself, checked to make sure she hadn’t disturbed him, and then quietly closed the bathroom door behind her.

Gravity was not her friend at times. However, a hot bath was. She sat at the edge of the cold-tiled tub and started the water. Of course, a man didn’t have bottles of bubble bath lying around.

In fact, she was pretty sure she’d been the first person to use this most excellent tub. The shower next to it, on the other hand, had water spots galore on the glass door. Sofia poured a capful of the manly-man scented shampoo into the running water and wondered if Gray had a housekeeper or if he did the cleaning himself.

She had a ton of questions for Gray. Some of them she’d gotten answered the night before, in between being thoroughly explored. His favorite color was brown, of course. He’d spent half of his childhood growing up in the heart of San Francisco, the other half in Indianapolis. Two different worlds, he’d said, and he hoped to one-day move back to San Francisco. Sofia had told him she’d love to see it with him since she’d never been. He’d smiled at that and made love to her again.

Then he’d asked her about her painting and if she wanted to pursue it as a career. Sofia had needed to think about that. Painting as a hobby was one thing, as a career it was something she wasn’t sure she had the courage to do. Gray had told her he had every confidence she could do whatever the hell she wanted to do in life, and she’d succeed at it too. In response, Sofia had straddled him, taking the driver’s seat for once.

He hadn’t been disappointed.

Sofia sank into the hot water and soaked her tender body. The jets and the warmth felt so good that she nearly fell asleep a couple of times. It wasn’t until Gray walked in that she fully opened her eyes.

Without a word, he stepped into the other half of the tub and sat down. He plunged his head under the water and then he surfaced, scrubbing his hands over his face and hair.

He gazed at Sofia for a moment before asking, “Last night was too much again, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know. Are you usually that…intense?”

“No. Never. Not that many times, not as passionately.” He pressed his palms to his bloodshot eyes. “With you, it seems like I can’t get enough. Even right now, I’m holding back from touching you because I know I won’t want to stop.”

Her heart stuttered as his penetrating gaze swept over her again.

“Do you think it’s possible to love someone too much?”

Any other time Sofia would’ve laughed his question away. She would’ve been flattered and happy to know he loved her so. But his tone wasn’t that of adoration—it was of worry. Did he wish to stop loving her altogether?

“No,” she said. “Love me as much as you want. I’ll love you back tenfold. I promise.”

“But, Sofia, I don’t want to—”

Before he could say another word, Sofia slid into his lap and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him until he kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist and gathering her against his hard body. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she eagerly accepted it, showing him she could handle whatever he delivered.

“Sofia,” he whispered.

“Don’t talk. Just kiss me.”

But he stopped anyway. “Sofia, the doorbell’s ringing. I better get it.”

~ * ~

Penny slapped at Laura’s hand when Laura pushed the doorbell for the third time. “They’re probably still sleeping. Whose bright idea was it to drive over here first thing in the morning?”

“I’m worried.” Laura pressed the doorbell again. “If they’re not at your house and they’re not here, then where the hell are they?”

The sound of a deadbolt turning got Penny’s undivided attention. This was sure to be exciting, meeting Sofia’s love for the first time. If he looked anything like his twin brother, Sofia was one lucky girl.

The door opened halfway, and Penny’s question was answered. The twins were identical, although this one had shorter hair, which was nice. His jeans didn’t have any holes in them. His t-shirt was black, stretchy, and showing off his muscles. And naturally, this one was alive and thriving.