Play It Safe(36)

“Gray?” I called, it was tentative and that was not hidden in the slightest.

“Painful,” he muttered strangely.

I tipped my head and kept his gaze as I whispered, “What?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t tucked between him and the couch. Suddenly, I was on my back on the couch with Gray’s, long, hard body on mine and it was my head on the flowery, ruffled pillow staring up at him.

I found it hard to breath and not because he was heavy (though he was but he was holding most of his weight up on a forearm in the pillow beside me). Just because I’d never had a man on me.

That man being Gray, I liked it.

A lot.

“Painful,” he repeated, “seein’ as you hustle pool, you shouldn’t, you had one date with me, it was f**kin fantastic, you felt it just like me because you givin’ that up means you wanna see where this is goin’ just as much as me and my Gran is in the next room and I really, really wanna show my appreciation in a way that at this juncture I can not.”

Oh my.

“Don’t look at me like that, dollface, and don’t touch or kiss me or we will be goin’ back to Manny’s but we’ll both be spendin’ the night,” he warned.

Oh…my.

“Uh…how am I looking at you?” I asked.

“Like that,” he answered, his eyes moving over my face.

I bit my lip because I didn’t know how to help but more, I didn’t know if I wanted to.

Then I pointed out the obvious, “I’m not touching you, Gray, you’re lying on me.”

“Baby, no shit. I feel every inch of you and if I trusted myself right now to move, your ass would be in the armchair across the room and I’d be headin’ upstairs to a cold shower.”

Oh.

My.

“Gray –”

“I’ll add, at this point, don’t speak especially if it’s to whisper my name all breathy like that.”

I pressed my lips together.

Gray’s eyes moved to them.

My eyes got bigger because, recently, any time that happened, a second later his mouth was on mine. He’d only given me two deep, sweet kisses but before he dropped me off and since he picked me up, anytime his eyes moved to my lips, his mouth then moved to touch them.

Yes, even in front of his Gran (twice).

This didn’t go over too well either.

His gaze moved back to my eyes and when it did it didn’t settle but roamed my face before he muttered, “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, on my couch, under me, her fantastic, f**kin’ hair all over my pillow.”

To that, I blurted, “This is your pillow?”

His eyes came back to mine.

“Yeah.”

“It’s ruffly.”

Finally he grinned and muttered, “Yeah.”

“Did you pick it?”

“Fuck no.”

Well that was a relief.

My thoughts must have been written all over my face because Gray burst out laughing. And it was safe to say, standing in his arms, watching and hearing him do it was amazing but lying underneath him and watching, hearing and feeling him do it was even better.

By the time he semi-sobered, so did I because something he said penetrated.

“You know I hustle pool?” I whispered.

The amusement fled his eyes and his face got closer when he answered, “Yeah.”

I guessed that. Still, it didn’t feel great having it confirmed.

“How?” I asked.

“The bar your brother was casin’? The Alibi?”

I fought against biting my lip and nodded.

“My uncle owns that bar and my other two uncles hang there. Your brother marked one of them and started playin’ him. He’s shifty, can be mean but he is in no way stupid. They followed him, caught sight of you, guessed the play. I was there, they told me about it, described you and I knew exactly who they were talkin’ about seein’ as I could barely keep my eyes off you when you were in The Rambler. I found you, warned you off.”

“Your uncle owns that bar?”

He nodded. “He’s shifty and can be mean too but doesn’t go down that road as often.”

Then something else he said penetrated.

“You could barely keep your eyes off me at The Rambler?”

He grinned. “Dollface, you’re not the only one with the ability to watch someone in a way they don’t know you’re watchin’.”

Hells bells.

“You knew I was watching you?”

“All night long.”

Darn.

His grin turned into a smile before it faded and he whispered, “You walked out before I could make an approach and you didn’t even glance my way. Saw you in the playground, you told me you were stayin’ at the hotel, swear, findin’ out you were driftin’ through hurt like a mother. Didn’t get it then,” his face got closer, “get it now.”

My heart started thumping.

Gray wasn’t done.

“Glad you’re takin’ a chance on a decent life in a decent place that’ll treat you kind.”

My heart started thumping harder.

Gray still wasn’t done.

“And glad you’re takin’ a chance on me.”

My heart began to thump wildly as tears filled my eyes.