There would be no miracles at the end of their relationship. Technically, they weren’t even in a relationship. They were working together, and they were bed buddies. And that’s as far as it went.
But being with Gray made her crave a relationship. Someone to come home to at night, to discuss the day’s events with, to snuggle under the covers with and make love with. She’d gotten used to that with Gray, and despite having spent the majority of her adult years alone—contentedly at that—now she wanted something different.
The idea of some nameless, faceless stranger, though, didn’t appeal to her in the least.
But that person wasn’t going to be Gray, and she’d just have to deal with that.
After Stacie and Donny left, Evelyn put away the leftover pizza and pulled the trash bag out. She was headed to the front door with it when Gray came out of the bedroom.
“Where are you going with that?”
She stopped and turned. “The Dumpster.”
He laughed. “Give me that. I’ll take it.”
She put a fresh trash bag in the can while he took out the trash. When he came back in, he leaned against the wall near the kitchen while she finished wiping down the counter. She looked up to find him staring at her.
“What?”
“Nothing. Me taking out the trash, you wiping down the kitchen counters. This just seems so domestic and . . . comfortable.”
She laughed. “Uh oh. Is that a bad thing?”
He came over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. “No.
It’s a good thing.”
He kissed the side of her neck, one of her favorite spots. She tilted her neck to the side to give him better access. And when he began to use his teeth to scrape across the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, she shuddered and let out a low moan.
“Aren’t you tired?” she asked as she rested her head against his chest.
“Is that your polite way of saying you’re not in the mood for sex?”
She smiled and snaked her arm around his neck. “I’m always in the mood for sex.”
“See? This is why we’re compatible. And no. I’m never too tired to make love to you.”
He cupped her breasts, massaging them through her T-shirt and bra, driving her crazy because she wanted his hands on her naked flesh, while he was content to tease her with caresses. She finally pulled her T-shirt off and flicked the front clasp of her bra, popping it open.
He pulled it off and reached for her breasts, brushing his fingers over her nipples.
“That’s what I needed,” she said, her voice filled with the desire that never failed to capture her whenever Gray put his hands on her. The wonder of how she fell under his spell in an instant wasn’t lost on her. And when he put his arm around her back and bent to take one aching bud between his lips, he made her gasp. She watched as he sucked her nipples until her clit and * throbbed.
And then he turned her around and leaned her over the counter. “I want you this way,” he said, dragging her shorts and panties off.
She stepped out of them and he kicked her legs apart, unzipped his pants, and left her only long enough to grab a condom. He slipped his hand between her legs.
“You’re wet, Evelyn. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” She was ready for his cock, ready to come as he slid his hand back and forth over her aching sex. And when he found her clit and massaged her, she lifted up on her toes, moving her body in rhythm to his strokes.
She arched against him, so close to orgasm that she rested her head on her hands and concentrated on the delicious sensations his stroking fingers caused.
And when she came, she bucked back against him, crying out. He removed his fingers and slid his cock inside her, increasing the wild ride of her orgasm as his shaft filled her and he began to move inside her.
He tucked an arm around her waist, protecting her body from the countertop as he began to thrust inside her. She was still throbbing from the lightning-like pulses of her orgasm, still hadn’t come down from that high before he had her on another as he plunged repeatedly into her. She reached down to caress her clit, wanting to go there yet again, this time with Gray as he grabbed her hip and dug his fingers into her while he propelled himself ever deeper.
And when she came again, he went with her, licking the back of her neck, making her shiver with delight as the two of them connected in the most intimate of ways.
He lay over her back, both of them sweating and breathing heavily. He played with her breasts as they came down easily from the magnificent high he’d taken her on.
“Now I’m tired,” he said.
She smiled as he lifted her up and turned her around. He kissed her, a sweet, deep kiss. “How about we go to bed?” she asked.
“Is that your way of telling me you want to have sex again?”
She laughed. “You’re killing me, Gray.”
“No, I think you might be killing me, Evelyn.”
TWENTY-THREE
GRAY YANKED THE COVERS OFF EVELYN EARLY THE next morning.
“Wake up.”
She burrowed under the pillow, grabbing the air in search of the blanket. “Go away.