A Matter Of Justice (Grey Justice #4)(68)

Touched and overwhelmed, she reached up and grabbed his face for a quick kiss. “Thank you, Grey.”

“You’re welcome.” He glanced at her plate. “Finished?”

She nodded and picked up her empty plate. They carried their dishes to the kitchen and worked together to clean and straighten up. The coffee set for an early rising tomorrow, Grey held out his hand to her. She went into his arms, pressed her face against his chest.

“I can hardly believe we’re here, together again. I never thought it would happen.”

He squeezed her tight, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Nothing’s going to pull us apart this time, I promise you that. Whatever troubles we face, we face together. No more secret missions, no more hiding. No more running. Understood?”

“Yes.” She smiled up at him. “I love when you get all autocratic.”

“I thought that was how I was most of the time.”

“It is.”

As far as she could remember, she had never told anyone that she loved them. She would tell Grey that she loved the things he did to her, the way he did something, but she never used those words in relation to how she felt about him. He hadn’t either. Despite that, she felt his devotion, and she knew, without the words, how very much he cared. Could she take that last step and tell him what was in her heart? Were the words really necessary? Didn’t he already know on some level? What if he didn’t say them back? What if—

He must have felt her tension and uncertainty. “Slow and easy, sweetheart,” he said softly. “It’s just us. Grey and Irelyn, together again. Nothing hard about that.”

She moved sensuously against his obvious arousal. “I have to disagree about that. Very hard indeed.”

Issuing a sound between a laugh and a groan, Grey covered her mouth with his, and the world and all its problems fell away. Strong arms gathered her closer, and she lost herself in his taste, his passion, his need. This was the dream she often had about him. When she was in bed, alone, missing him so much her heart literally ached and her body felt so cold, yet so needy.

This was everything she craved, and more. This was Grey, wanting her, needing her. The heat from his hard body warmed her, his thick arousal pressing against her caused her heart to flutter. She felt empty and needed this man to fill her.

Clothes fell at their feet, and she didn’t bother to notice if they were hers or his. She knew only that she wanted both of them naked and as close as two people could get. Grey’s hands, rough and gentle at once, were roaming over her, leaving a trail of fire. His mouth continued to devour hers, and the slow burn of arousal began to flame out of control.

“Bed?” she gasped against his mouth.

“Don’t think I can make it that far.”

“Sofa… countertop. Floor.” Laughing with sheer joy, she wrapped her arms around him, and then jumping a bit, she wrapped long legs around his waist. “I don’t care where. I just need—” She broke off on a gasp as Grey entered her with one swift, hard thrust.

She sighed her contentment. “Yes. Exactly that.”

Jaw clenched, his entire body rigid, Grey took two steps forward until he reached a counter. Cupping her ass slightly, he lifted her until she was at the exact level he needed. Then he could no longer hold on. She was all hot, sensual woman, and she was his. It had been so damn long since he’d felt anything this good, this right.

“Hold on. Okay?”

“Yes. All right.”

Leaning her back against the counter, Grey slid out of her, groaning in ecstasy, and then plunged back in to the hilt. Irelyn’s bare heels dug into his hips, urging him deeper. As he gave her hard, short thrusts, maximizing the pleasure, his mouth devoured her luscious breasts, suckling, licking.

Tension zipped up his spine. Dammit, not yet.

“Grey. Grey. Grey.”

Her soft, lyrical litany of his name was his undoing. Unable to hold back, he pistoned into her, heat consuming, overwhelming, and then, with one last hard thrust, he growled her name as he exploded.

Holding her close, he felt her spasm around him, and he could barely keep himself from thrusting into her again. It’d been too damn long.

“Let’s find a softer place for the next round.”

“Next round? Oh, Justice, you are so the romantic.”

“Ha. Give me about five more hours inside that beautiful body, and I might be able to squeeze out some romance. Right now, I feel like an animal in heat.”

“Five hours, hmm?”

“Hours, days,” he muttered against her neck. “I never want to let you go.”

Pulling out of her was impossible. “Hang on.” With that, he gathered her to him and headed out of the room and up the stairs. Since she nibbled on his ears and whispered hot, sexy little suggestions as he carried her, he figured she didn’t mind his barnyard references.

Striding into the bedroom, he took her down to the bed and immediately began thrusting again. She was right there with him, taking him deep, urging him on with her hands, her words. He lost himself inside the only woman he could ever want or need in his life.

She was his Irelyn, now and forever.



Hours later, she woke exhausted, sated, and wanting more. Yes, she was sore. Grey had not been gentle, but that wasn’t what she had needed. They had renewed a physical connection in the most elemental way possible. It had been raw, earthy, and absolutely perfect.